She was a drug addict; meth was her drug of choice but she would take anything that was sat in front of her. She was using needles, out of control… and pregnant. She was on the run from a warrant as it was, and facing a few years in prison, she just HAD to find a way to get an abortion.
The clock was ticking, time was running out – she went to the clinic, jumped threw all the required hoops… then it came down to money. The clock kept ticking… she tried to gather up enough money but was falling short, finally someone agreed to pay for it. She made the appointment immediately. On the day of the procedure she took a whole variety of street drugs, which included crack, right up to being dropped off at the front door of the clinic. She wanted to be mentally numb for this procedure.
They called her name, she went back, got prepped; A few minutes into it she felt and heard what seemed to be a high powered vacuum and scraper – There was a sudden jerking in her lower abdomen and then tugging/pulling with sounds of parts being sucked into a tube, it didn’t take long and she was given discharge instructions and sent on her way. She was glad THAT was over.
It wasn’t until years later that the remembrance of that sudden jerk and the reality of what it actually was hit her like a ton of bricks – it was the moment that baby jerked in pain as it died. She tucked the emotions down deep and tried to forget about it. It surfaced every so often but she would tuck it back down again. She cant remember how far along she was when she got the abortion but she was more than three months for sure.
She didn’t ever think she could tell anyone about how the baby jerked the moment it’s life was taken – to this day she has never spoken (verbally) to anyone about that – she has thought about telling someone, but she can’t, the words won’t come out. Sure she has told a few people that she has had an abortion, but she withholds the details. She wonders how many others have this same story….
Several years before this abortion she had a daughter who she gave up to adoption at birth (she was not a drug addict at this time in her life) after two individuals told her to get an abortion…she did not. Her child eventually graduated from college with a Doctorate in Pharmacology thanks to her adoptive parents who were exceedingly grateful for the opportunity. She is just the most precious lady now… THAT IS SO REWARDING!
Please, before you go get that abortion think about this….
She is not judging when she says she is against abortion.. she has been there and she knows both sides of the coin…CHOOSE LIFE TODAY 💝
Jesus loves you, this I know….
But God demonstrates His own love toward us, in that while we were still sinners, Christ died for us. Much more then, having now been justified by His blood, we shall be saved from wrath through Him. For if when we were enemies we were reconciled to God through the death of His Son, much more, having been reconciled, we shall be saved by His life (Romans 5:8 – 5:10 NKJV)
For You formed my inward parts; You covered me in my mother’s womb. I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:13 – 139:14 NKJV)

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