I’m not supposed to be here…
My Mother was 15 years old and living in a foster care group home when she found out she was pregnant. She did not plan for parenthood and fully intended to abort me until she arrived at the clinic. She changed her mind when a woman protesting outside of the building scared the hell out of her ‚ literally. She bravely chose life that day. I’m thankful I was granted the right to live!
According to New York States Abortion Law my son shouldn’t be here either. NY passed legislation allowing abortions after 24 weeks if the mother’s health is at risk.
Six hundred and fifty-two hours.
These numbers represent the amount of time I spent on strict bed rest leading up to a failed induction and an emergency C-section that potentially saved my life.
I’ll never forget the words my doctor said “It’s become too dangerous for you to remain pregnant.” At 32 weeks my blood pressure was stroke level for hours at a time and my doctor decided inducing labor was our best option. Delivery was the cure for my condition, not termination.
My life was spared with a lie. The woman outside of the clinic shouted “God will never forgive a murderer, and if you kill your baby you’re automatically going to hell.” This is false! There is nothing that can keep you from God’s love. No darkness that his light can’t drown out. No pit so deep his mercy can’t reach down. God’s love can cover a multitude of sin.
From the moment I was conceived, there was a threat against my life but there was also a purpose. It doesn’t matter if you were raised in a gutter or a church pew, God has a plan for your life. We also have a very real enemy who does not want to see that plan succeed.