A long time ago I had an abortion. I had more than one abortion. I’ve done a lot of other terrible things in my life too. The way I dealt with it was…..I didn’t. I just didn’t think about it. I wouldn’t let myself. I behaved as if things never happened. I nearly had myself convinced.
Then I had two children of my own. I grew up. And each time one of those beautiful babies was put in my arms I knew. I knew I could die for them. I knew how utterly precious life is. How worth it all it is. How worth it all it will be.
And then I met Jesus. And fell in love. He forgave me. It didn’t matter what I did, what I’d done. He saw my worth. He loved me through it all. He always will. I can count on it. Through Him I came to see that all lives are precious, before and after they’re born. And all life belongs to Him.
No matter how short or long life is, God has a plan for each one. Each one matters.
Here’s some proof — Jeremiah 1:5 says, “Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”
That’s why I am pro-life.