I had the privilege to witness to a very young woman at the abortion facility this week. In Ohio, there is a 24 hour rule. This very young woman rode her bike to the facility for her first appointment for so-called ‘counseling’. Well, that’s what proaborts call it, anyway. I was asked by our anchor counselor to talk to this girl about my abortion. And I did.
I did not tell her a story of monumental proportions, I did not tell her about the pain and agony. But what I did share with her is the ‘choice’ process.
Ah, the process. Yes. I remember it all too well. Choice is a very cruel thing because everyone in the WORLD believes their choice is just their own. Not one choice for anything is ever just your own. Even what we eat is a choice that is made from what we see on television, read on the internet, or advice from friends.
The abortion choice is not one bit different. Women allow everyone to give them ‘advice’, they read prochoice propaganda on the internet, believe the modern feminist lie, allows their family to bully them, on and on and on. There is seemingly no end to everyone else having an opinion of your unplanned pregnancy other than to kill it.
I looked at this very young woman in the eye and gently reminded her that she and her baby are not second best to anyone. God loves her and her child, He has NEVER looked at her as second best, but as a child of God. God has a plan for her and her baby, a plan known before the very foundations of the world. She was leaning on the side of life but has been bullied by her peers and family to abort a child that is not theirs.
I reminded her that she has to live with the loss and grief forever, everyone else who coerced her will never live with one second of regret or responsibility. God sees this a bit differently, He sees the hands that provided this abomination and knows who is truly responsible: “…who, knowing the righteous judgment of God, that those who practice such things are deserving of death, not only do the same but also approve of those who practice them”, Romans 1:32.
I don’t know if she had the abortion. I have no idea what her plans are. But on this side of the sidewalk, we have truth and real options. I sincerely hope she found the peace and love she was looking for that day, that her child should not have to be martyred for her or her family, and the unending love of a Savior Who died for her – and her unborn child. His is a love without end.