Is ABORTION The Answer?
(You might want to think again!)
By: MW Rivers
There seems to be so little that has been written about abortion experiences and their long term
affects on women’s lives. Hence, this book was written to give you a glimpse into the life of just
one woman who made a most difficult decision many years ago.
Journey with me as my story takes you from the shock of finding out I was pregnant as a young
woman, to the tragic ordeal of a --never-- wanted abortion and...beyond. Read how that one
decision would impact my life through the years and how I came to find that it is really...
--never-- over.
If you're thinking abortion may be the answer, after reading this book, you just might want to
...think again.
-The Author
.......This book is dedicated:......
Firstly, to my aborted child. Although I could not find a way to bring you into my life, you have never been
forgotten and have truly been missed. I await the day when we will, at last, get the chance to meet face to face.
Secondly, to Mrs. Atkins, who encouraged me to write about my experiences in hopes that they might help others
...thank you.
And thirdly, to my Bethanie. Thank you for being such a joy in my life;...may any proceeds received as a result
from the writing of this book help sustain you throughout yours. Love always and forever,
Mommy
Copyright…2004
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Intro. : Are You Here?
Chapter 1: The romance, the promise and the rejection
Chapter 2: It’s not over…I’m gonna be a mom!
Chapter 3: Telling the father
Chapter 4: The hunt and the mess.
Chapter 5: The --death-- of my child
Chapter 6: Picking up the pieces and finally
….….a new life blooms
Chapter 7: The sickness and the second chance
Chapter 8: Let’s have more!
Chapter 9: Not my little girl!
Chapter 10: Could it get any worse?
Chapter 11: Looking back and what I’ve learned
Chapter 12: Others have tragedies too
Chapter 13: What about you?
Chapter 14: Reflecting on it all
Chapter 15: Conclusion
Page 33: What Does GOD’S Word Say?
Page 34: Finding HELP
To SAVE Much People Alive
Is ABORTION The Answer?
Intro.
Are you here?...Right where you thought, maybe, you’d never be?
PREGNANT and ABANDONED?
****OR****
PREGNANT and ALONE?
And is your mind racing?
Are you trying to rationalize this whole situation?
And do your thoughts sound something like this?
Well, I too have been there...yes, right there; right where you are.
I was 22, PREGNANT, abandoned and,,,
alone.
And so, my story begins:
CHAPTER 1
When I was in beauty college I met a young man that turned out to be...the man of my
dreams. As time went on, I grew to love him more and more…every day. I never knew a
person could love someone so, but it was sure happening to me. After some time, we
became engaged and I was so --very-- happy. But one day when he came to visit, my
life would be forever changed in more ways than I could --ever--...know at the time.
It all began with him sharing with me that he had been having second thoughts about our
upcoming wedding. I was very alarmed because I thought everything was fine. Our
conversation progressed and then...he dropped the bomb of all bombs on me. And it
sounded something like this:…I love you more than anything, but I just ---can‘t--- marry
you right now. As soon as I heard those words, it was as if someone had literally
stabbed me in the heart with a knife and to the floor...
I fainted.
When I came too, I was lying on the living room sofa. I looked up and asked him if I
had heard him right...and again he told me the awful news that I --so-- did not want to
hear. I sobbed and sobbed. He said he couldn’t explain it, but that it was just something
he felt he couldn’t go through with right then and that he really needed more time. Then, he
left. I was heartbroken. And I was…
devastated!
It took a few days, but the reality of the situation began to sink in. I decided I would have
to be brave and attempted to pull myself together. I didn’t know how I was going to be
able to go on, but I would have to try. But then I began to think that maybe things weren’t
so bad;...maybe he had just gotten cold feet. I had heard of things like that. Sure, I
thought; that was all it was. He would work through it and things would get back to normal
before long, but unfortunately,…
they didn‘t.
Sadly, I was to soon find out that there was another woman involved in this picture. I
couldn’t help but to think how strange it was that he had forgotten to, uh...mention that!
This, of course, threw a whole new light on the situation and I then, of course, saw him in a
whole new light. I mean, my prince was nothing more...than a jerk! And I knew that I had
no choice but to move on, no matter how hard it would be;…even though I loved him
dearly. I also knew that I would have to somehow close this chapter in my life and so,...I
began the process of healing and...
letting go.
CHAPTER 2
BUT this story was to go on......
Within a few weeks of our breakup, I became violently ill. And the word violent, hit’s the
nail...right on the head. I awoke one morning around 5 a.m. or so, extremely sick on my
stomach which seemed to last all day and all night. The next morning, I again awoke
around 5 a.m. or so, extremely sick on my stomach, and again, it seemed to last all day
and all night. It was so bad that I had to make a pallet on the bathroom floor for myself just
to catch some rest. This scenario continued on and on for over a week. By that time, I
had pretty much figured out that I was --not-- sick with the flu, so I decided to call my
doctor.
When I got to my appointment, the routine things were checked, but everything was
normal. I questioned my physician as to what could possibly be wrong with me...and it
was at this time that he asked if there was any possibility that I might be pregnant. What, I
thought,...PREGNANT? I told him no way! I explained that my, by then, ex - fiance and I
had fooled around some, but that there had never been a complete act of intercourse
while doing so. And it was at this time that I got a fact of life detail I had not known…
(ie…partial insertion can produce the same effect as full insertion, (given the right
circumstances) when dealing with relations between a man and a woman. (ie…a baby)
My mind went
!?!?!?!----reeling----!?!?!?!
So, reluctantly, I agreed to a pregnancy test and I’m sure you’ve guessed by now, it was
indeed…POSITIVE. I was then congratulated, prescribed some medication for the
morning sickness ( which never helped, even a little)…and sent on my way. And so, the
chapter in my life that I had been working on closing had just....
re-opened.
I went home stunned. And again it took a few days for the reality to sink in. I mean,
me, I thought,...Pregnant? My emotions were all --over-- the place! It was really hard for
me to believe...and it was definitely --not-- something I had expected to hear at
this time in my life.
But then, after a while,…a certain excitement began to build in me and I thought, my very
own baby to hold and to love? Mine;…all mine? And well, before I knew it, I began to
really warm up to the idea of becoming a new mommy. I
then began to envision my future; mine and my baby’s. And while at this point I had no
way of knowing how things would work out, I began to think that,
???--maybe--???,
the father too would want to be aware of this good news. So, I decided to give him a call
in hopes of sharing it with him.
………And I did just that!.……
CHAPTER 3
When I spoke with him, I asked him to come over in person because I had something
really important I needed to discuss with him. He was somewhat reluctant, but I just knew
that once I shared the news with him that would pass. And while I had not yet thought it
through,...I began to think that,
???--maybe--???
this might even bring a reconciliation between us.
I mean really...who knew?
So, after he arrived, I began to share with him all about my being so sick, and going to the
doctor and the --astonishing-- thing I had found out. And would you believe it, he
became...furious!!! He even accused me of faking the pregnancy test! ---Well!--- I was
very hurt by his reaction, to say the least,....and I began to sob all over again.
And here, I was to learn yet another fact of life detail I had not known…(ie…not all men are
exactly ---thrilled--- about becoming fathers) He eventually left in a rage, stating that he
wanted --no-- part of the situation. (and he never was, from that point on; no matter how many
times I tried to contact him.)
All I could think was, somebody…anybody, please tell me that this is not happening to
me; ...please!. But it was. My heart broke all over again...and I can still, to this day, see
him walking out the door,,,
abandoning me.
All my dreams were shattered; my hopes destroyed. And now, instead of that certain
excitement I had been feeling, all I felt was a certain...
uncertainty.
Once again, I was faced with trying to pull myself together. I couldn’t believe I was even
--in-- this situation, let alone know what to do about it. Not only was I a very young, naïve
(as I’m sure you’ve figured out by now) 22 year old and very sick still, but now I was also
very scared.
CHAPTER 4
Each day I would try to go to work and each day I would be sent home. They
literally did not want me there due to the (morning?) sickness that seemed to never end.
And I really can’t say I blame them; after all, it was a job working with the public. And
since I had only been on my new job for a little less than 2 months, I was not eligible for
insurance...which meant I had no choice, but to keep trying to work. And things at this
point were really beginning to get desperate. I mean my food supply was getting low and
my income was coming to all but a complete halt here.
So,…I began to share my dilemma with others. And it was at this time that I first
heard the word...
abortion.
I honestly didn’t even know what it meant. But once I did, I --completely-- dis-
missed that option. After all, I was a christian and that was --definitely-- out of the
question. Besides,…I wanted my baby!
I then began to search for someone or somewhere or something that could help aid me in
my efforts of having my child. I thought there had to be a way; ...there just had to be! And
while there is no reason to go into all the details of my search, I can say that there were
those in my personal life with compassion, but unfortunately, they were not in a position to
help. ( I really needed someone to provide for and take care of me until I could get over the,
nothing less than --bizarre-- at this point, morning sickness.) And as far as public assistance
was concerned, help was available, but only...--after-- the baby was born. From
conception until birth, you were on your own…and herein is where my problem laid.
Eventually, all my efforts proved fruitless and a way and the help I so --desperately--
sought, I just could not...
seem to find.
And so, there I was…just out of college; I had just leased a new apartment and I had just
started a new job. The father of my baby had just --walked-- out of my
life; I was very pregnant, very sick and now truly very much…alone. By this time, with all I
had been faced with, I was nothing short of an emotional train wreck and I do mean that
literally. And also by this time, my situation had progressed to the point that I couldn’t
even take care of myself, let alone get through a pregnancy! I cannot express how utterly
--hopeless-- I felt. And being such a young christian, I had not yet even --begun-- to know
how to trust GOD with my life. I was surely in a ---big--- mess and time...
was marching on.
CHAPTER 5
And so finally, with much reluctance and after much agonizing and out of the fear, the
hurt, the confusion, the pain, and simply --not-- knowing what to do, I irrationally
made my decision; the one I had never wanted to make and the one that I felt was so
wrong;...I --aborted-- my unborn child. I was told by those at the facility where the abor-
tion was performed that my baby was nothing more than a lifeless glob of tissue as
it was --suctioned-- from my body; and before I knew it, the little life inside of me
...was gone.
I was also told that:
******************
BUT for me,...I felt nothing but guilt, shame and emptiness. All I could think was how could
I have done this and how could this have happened to me? I knew not what to do at this
point, but to fall on my face and seek forgiveness from GOD and I did,...through many,
many, many tears. I told GOD how sorry I was and that I had felt the abortion was so
wrong,…but that I had just not known what to do. And to make matters worse; even
though I had asked GOD to forgive me, ( and no doubt he did), I could not forgive myself!
It also seemed to --totally-- escape me that the father of the baby had played a huge part
in it all as well; but I felt I had no one to blame, but --me-- and the guilt was...
overwhelming.
So, after --a-l-l-- this, I guessed this chapter in my life had truly come to it’s close.
I couldn’t help but to feel that ---none--- of it should have been the way it was, but
I was powerless to change it. And it was all to me so tragic and just so, so,
...sad.
CHAPTER 6
And so, once again, somehow I managed to pick myself up and I guess you could say...I
moved on. I remained in my little apartment and I continued my new job. I went
to work every day and I came home every night to ---no one;---...and the aborted ba-
by of my past, I was to find, was --desperately-- needed in my future. Oh sure, I
had some nice furniture; I had a really great stereo and lots of cool clothes, but not --one--
time did any of it hug me, make me laugh or tell me that it loved me;….not one.
And I would wonder about the baby. What would it have looked like? What would have
been it’s favorite toy? And what would life have been like for me had I found a way to have
it? But all the events surrounding the abortion would come flooding back and I found
myself reliving it over and over again. And the memories were...tormenting. So, as hard
as it was, I tried to forget…and go on. Before long, the days turned into weeks, the
weeks into months and the months into...years. The loneliness was --unbearable-- and
the tears...just to, too many to count. And time
…marched on.
As the years went by, everyone I knew married and began families of their own;…but
myself, still struggling with the guilt of the abortion, I wondered if anyone could really
want somebody like me. After all, in my mind, I had committed the unthinkable. And also
as the years went by, I found that I was not only wanting a family of my own, but that I was
--needing-- one as well. I finally found myself crying out to GOD; Lord
--please-- don’t let life pass me by! And would you believe it, the GOD of heaven
--heard-- my prayer. For just when I was all but certain that I would never marry, at the age
of 29, I met someone. We dated for about 2 ½ years and I came to call him...my hero!
Finally, I was wed at the age of 32 and after --all-- the years of solitude, the life I had
--so-- hoped for...
was here!
CHAPTER 7
...……….…..BUT maybe not………….….
For you see, also at the age of 29, I became extremely sick. As time went on, my con-
dition grew worse and worse and I ended up all but bed ridden for 5 --l-o-n-g-- painful
years. The recovery was a very slow process. (In fact, as I write this, that process
continues,...still) So, unfortunately, there I was, happily married, but too sick physi-
cally to even ---try--- to start a family. But I did so want to have children. I found my-
self hoping at times that the aborted child of my past would not have been my only
chance and once again, time...
marched on.
But then in the 7th year of my, by then, disability and 4th year of my marriage, I again
cried out to GOD: Lord, please don’t let me miss the joy of children!...Lord,
p-l-e-a-s-e! And would you believe it, again the GOD of heaven heard my prayer.
For at the very mature age of 36, I conceived a child. And once again,...a cer-
tain excitement began to build in me;....and again I thought, my very own baby to hold
and to love?
Mine;...all mine?
I then could hardly wait for my 8 week doctor’s appointment because that’s when I was to
get my first ultrasound;...and I had to see that baby! But upon doing so, I saw the
strangest thing;...my baby had a heartbeat! I couldn’t believe it! It was no bigger than
the end of my little finger....and it had a heartbeat. I then couldn't help but to wonder
...????? --WHY-- ?????...
the baby about the same weeks of gestation some 15 years earlier had been down-
graded from a baby at the doctor‘s office,…to being labeled a lifeless glob of tissue
at the facility where the abortion had been performed??? ------ All I can say is that the
heartbeat I saw, and that with my very own eyes, spoke life to me and there was --no--
question about it; my baby was...alive! I then couldn’t help but to conclude that the first
one was as well,…despite what I had been told. Before leaving my visit, I was to also
learn that my baby was 8 weeks and four days old. I asked the doctor how on earth he
was able to determine such a thing and he replied that the newest ultrasound equip-
ment could pinpoint the weeks of gestation to an accuracy of within three days.
Three days?!?!? ----- I was nothing less than...
amazed!
I experienced morning sickness with this pregnancy as well, but it is not even worth
mentioning when considering the bizarre sickness I experienced with the first;
and for that, I was --very-- grateful. There were also some pretty serious complica-
tions early on in my pregnancy due to the long term effects of medications I had tak-
en for my disabilities, but I was determined to go on and really, all in all, I think I did
…quite well!
And then ----finally,---- on a hot July morning, just after midnight, I gave birth to
the most beautiful baby girl you have ever seen. She was totally healthy and totally
PERFECT! I was ---honored--- with my new gift. She was, to me, worth more than
any...silver or gold and at last, the baby was mine;.... ---all--- mine. ( well I guessed
I would have to share her just a little with her dad though.) There was not a prouder parent
anywhere more than myself. I remember when they laid her on my belly, I could-
n’t help but sense that I had known her since, well,…forever and I couldn’t help but feel
that life doesn’t get any better than this. I then, prayerfully thanked GOD for
giving me a ---second--- chance and for bringing me my little bundle
…of joy!
CHAPTER 8
I was to soon learn that taking care of a new baby could be difficult at my age and with
my disabilities...and that it came with it’s own frustrations as well, but you know, I wouldn’t
have wanted to miss it for the world! I began to realize that having a child was one of the
greatest things that could happen to you. And really, not to awful long after she
was born,...I wanted to have more. I thought, what could be better than joy x 2, or 3
or…?
But then came the onset...of menopause. Oh, menopause, I thought, NOT NOW! I tried
and tried to become pregnant again. And being older and wiser at this point in
my life, I even began to try and count the days as to when ovulation would occur so
as to help ensure a pregnancy,...but no other children came forth. And before I knew it,
it was over. The ability to bear children, for me,...had ended. I had to face the fact that my
family would grow no larger. And while this caused me much sadness, I was, and
still am, very grateful for the one child I did have. Even to this day, my daughter and I
sometimes look at each other and say how much we just ---wished--- there were
more of us. And I, of course, can’t help but to remember that
...there almost was.
CHAPTER 9
My daughter became the most precious thing I had ever known. She grew and
developed as normal like all the other children her age and was so --full-- of life. She
truly was the joy of my life that I had hoped having a child would bring; and was,
to me, just so utterly...wonderful!
But one day, in her 5th year, after she had been sick with a virus for about a week, some-
thing very wrong and very tragic happened to my little girl. And again, my life would be
forever changed in more ways than I could --ever-- know at the time. It began on a
Saturday when she suddenly began collapsing in seizures in our home. I hit my knees
and then...I went into hysterics! We got 911 on the phone immediately and she ended
up at one of the nearest medical centers in a coma in their ICU ward. I cried out to
GOD;...Lord, please don’t let this take my --only-- child away from me! Lord,…P-L-E-A-
S-E!!!! And once again, the GOD of heaven, heard my prayer. Even though she was to
stay at the center for almost a month where I was to learn that the virus she had had gone
to her brain and that it carried a high fatality rate,...she lived! Praise GOD, she lived!
But unfortunately, the virus had taken it’s toll and according to her doctors, sadly her brain
had been damaged. and she was left with a seizure disorder. It was hoped that as her
brain recovered that theseizures would stop, but to date...
they haven‘t.
When she was finally released from the center,…we got to go home. And while I wasn’t
sure what the aftermath of it all would be, she was alive and at the time, that was
---all--- that mattered to me.
But it would be in this, in time, that I would realize one of the biggest regrets from the a-
borted child of my past. And that was...that my daughter, being my only child alive, now
with a disability, had no siblings that could help her throughout her life with the needs she
would now have. Even though I believe that she has a better case scenario than most
with her disability and I remain optimistic, I can’t help but to be concerned about her future
and so I, no doubt, pray for her daily as I, at times, brush away …
the tears.
CHAPTER 10
But within a few months of her coming home and just when I thought the worse was over,
there was to be yet another...bomb of all bombs that was to be dropped on me.
It began one night with my husband stating that things had gotten to deep for him and that
he just couldn’t handle anymore. This conversation also progressed and upon it’s
conclusion, he demanded...a divorce! I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. All I could
think was: You have got to be kidding;…now? But he wasn‘t, he was dead serious. I
knew not what to do, but to again cry out to GOD; Lord,…please take care of me and
my little girl!
So, after much debate, confusion, and disillusion, our home was packed up...and sold.
My daughter and I found a house nearer my family and then he left;...3 days before
Christmas. In my wildest dreams, I would not have believed that he could have ever done
such a thing to us,...but he did; me with a disability --and-- our daughter. And would you
believe it, again there was another, (what else), woman involved in the picture. It was
really all too much on me and my little girl,...but this time, I --had-- the child! And by this
time in my life, I knew that GOD would surely provide and with His help,…together, we
would get through this
And so, here is where my story will end. I wanted so, to give you,…the reader, a
glimpse into the life of just one woman who made a most difficult decision many years
ago. And even though I was young and I had my whole life ahead of me,…things just
didn’t turn out, as you can see, as I had hoped they would.
CHAPTER 11
In looking back over my life, I could have never known that I would ---ever--- become
pregnant and be in a situation where I would abort a child; a part of me;…my family! Nor
that it would have taken so many years to find a suitable mate;...that sickness was in my
future and would literally --rob-- me of my reproduction years;...that there would be only
--one-- child that I would eventually birth to raise and that one child would one day fall
suddenly ill and be left with a disability.;..or that the man that I would --finally-- marry
would ---ever--- leave me just when I needed him the most. No,...I could have never
known.
But oh, what things I now know about life. Things such as the facts…that you can’t al-
ways depend on people to do the right thing;…that some men come and stay, but that
some men come and don’t stay;…that loneliness is --not, not, not-- a good companion;
…that a baby is --just as much-- a baby --early-- on in a pregnancy as it is --later-- on
in that pregnancy;...that being healthy and able to have a child at age 22 does not give
you --any-- guarantee that you will be healthy and able to do the same later in your life;...
that you can do all the planning you want and pinpoint the exact time that conception
should occur,...but that you --can‘t, can’t, can’t-- give life;...that your children themselves,
may one day face sickness that you will --never-- be prepared for...and that the words,
till death do us part, just doesn't always...
apply.
CHAPTER 12
Many times when looking back on the hardships in my life, I would have to admit that I
have wondered...why. I mean really, "Why Lord,...WHY?" Then I read the story about
Joseph in the Bible; a young boy in the book of Genesis who, no doubt, had many
difficulties in his life as well. It started when he was but a boy and sold into slavery by his...
brothers! From there, he endured many, many hardships. But GOD, even in all his trials
used him greatly. For eventually he became the key person responsible for saving the
nation of Egypt and the world from starvation due to famine. It would be many years
later,...but Joseph would again meet up with his brothers. And although it was hard, he
did forgive them as you can tell by the statement he concluded to them which was this:
You meant it for evil, but GOD meant it for good, to SAVE much people alive.
GOD had taken all of Joseph’s tragic circumstances and used them and him to save…
many peoples.
As I began to meditate on the statement that Joseph had made to his brothers, I
came to a conclusion myself. And that is: that the mistakes we make and the trials we
go through in our lives can also be used to help others for their good. And so it is here
that we come to the purpose of this book. For it is my prayer that in the sharing of my
story, that --it-- would be used in helping to also, SAVE much people alive. Maybe
even the one that is, right now, alive…
inside of you!
CHAPTER 13
And so, although I don’t know your situation exactly, chances are, if you are reading this
book,…you too might be pregnant. And maybe you are at a hard place in your
life where you are thinking that abortion is the answer. Although that decision is ultimately
yours, I can tell you what I have learned from the experience and that is this: based on my
experience,...abortion is not --just-- the end of a pregnancy; for it can become but just the
--beginning-- of many years of heartache and regret. Still, to this day, I wonder if I could
have searched for the help I needed just a little longer,...would I have found it? And if I
could have but waited, just a little longer,...would my cicumstances have changed for the
better in a day or two or three? But I know that I will never know and although it took many
years to finally forgive myself of the events of that part of my life, there have been many
situations that have brought it back to my mind so that I can… --never-- …forget.
So, I would ask you, --whatever-- your situation, to please consider what is in this
book...because my story, could just as easily, become...your story. And if you think
that in your future somewhere, that you just --might-- want children, be kind to yourself
and think here, for just a moment, and think. In fact, this is your life;...
take all the time you need!
Now ask yourself these questions: Is this one of many pregnancies or will this be my --
only-- pregnancy? …I’m healthy now and I can have this baby, but will I still be able to do
the --same-- in a few years?...Can I be certain that one day my prince will come?;...and if
he does, will I still even --be-- of child bearing years…And even if I were with the father,
is that a --guarantee-- that he would always be there?
The only honest answers to --all-- these questions is this: You don’t know; and well, as
you can see,...neither did I.
But there is one thing I do know and that with ...a certainty! YOU have --this-- moment;
this one, right here. And if you can,...seize it! Because it --won‘t-- come around again;
not this one and maybe not even another one like it. And while no one ever knows what
tomorrow will bring for any of us, I know that life without a family can be a --l o n g-- lonely
road. And I can’t tell you how grateful I am to the GOD of heaven for the second chance
that HE…gave me.
CHAPTER 14
My book would not be complete without sharing with you that although the end of
my pregnancy was at that time, and still is, termed abortion, to me it was really noth-
ing more, to put it quite frankly, than the --death-- of my child. I have had to live with the
fact that I will never, on this earth, get the chance to see that life;…
not ever.
Some 25 years have passed since then and it has all been but forgotten by those of
compassion, those without, and those who, like me, could not seem to find a way to in-
tervene. But since GOD, ---no doubt-- knew all the whys --and-- the why nots
concerning the events, I finally came to be for the most part,…at peace with it.
As for my daughter, well...lately she has been having some pretty incredible dreams.
Ones that, in them, she is, --at last,-- free from her seizures. The doctors have pretty
much said it could never happen, but I choose to believe that GOD has His own plan
concerning her life. And truly, only time...
will tell.
As for my marriage,...unfortunately, I am sad to say, I am now divorced;...only I think my
husband has found that the greener pastures he set out to find, turned out not to be so
green...after all.
And as for me,...I believe that only GOD knows what the next chapters of my life will hold
or how they will be written. But I choose to also believe that He has His own plan
concerning them...as well.
CHAPTER 15
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In conclusion of my writing, I would like to say that in the midst of all of my trials,...(which
are --not-- covered entirely in this book) I finally began to learn to trust God with my life and
that that is one of the best things that has happened along my way for it has been Him
who has, no doubt, truly...carried me through so much. And it is my prayer for you,
---whatever--- your situation, that the GOD of heaven will give --you-- the ability to trust
Him and that He will lead you and He will guide you through it; --whatever-- the outcome;
that He will give you all of the peace, and all of the strength, and all of the resources that
you will possibly need to help you;...that you too will experience all of the joys (and the
frustrations) that only --your-- child can bring and that you will ---not--- miss this moment;
for time, truly,...
marches on.
May GOD richly bless you and prayerfully, all…of yours.
What Does GOD’s Word Say:
Something to think about:
If it is only a lifeless glob of tissue,
then just what is the need
for an abortion anyway?
(Thank you, my friend,...Beth Cox)
FINDING HELP
While writing this book, I searched for places that might offer assistance to per-
sons that have found themselves in the place that I was so many years ago and
they are out there. I searched on my computer typing in the following phrases for locating
aid:
1. Abortion alternatives
2. Aid and/or shelter and/or homes for
pregnant teens
3. Aid and/or shelter and/or homes for
pregnant women
4. Post abortion help
There are many websites listed at any one of these searches where you can find help.
You can also contact your local pro-life agency for assistance.
Also while searching for information, I found some pretty frightening facts con-
cerning problems associated with the after math of abortion. I would urge you to
search the following phrases on the internet yourself:
1. What is abortion
2. Dangers of abortion
3. Aftermath of abortion
The information you find may save your life and quite possibly the lives of
any --future-- children you may wish to have.
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