I wonder how many women who have considered abortion at a point late in her pregnancy because she recently lost her job, or her husband died and she’s in a critical financial situation, or in the interim got a new job that demands lots of travel and time away from home—whatever her reasons; how many have earlier in the pregnancy chosen a name for their gestating baby?
My point is, she knew fully her baby was a brand new life and not some anonymous tissue mass, some non-person that she can just dispose as they were about to be born.
For this person, “choice†is just code for “rationalization†of murder.
Literally always the case.
Every child is a gift from God.
In my experience they never come at the right time.
You never know how the hell to make the ends meet.
But somehow, they always do.
I know a little gal right now... maybe thirty... got raped a while back.
She's got nothin. She lives in a shitty ol motor home on borrowed land, getting shore power from a shop my buddy owns. She makes do this way and that - my buddy has her answering phones at the shop to help her get along.
But her baby girl... That precious girl that rape gave her... She's the light of her life. Bright and lively, cute as a bug. Just the best.
Ain't it funny how that worked out.
And that is the truth of it. That is why I find abortion to be such a scourge. The 'easy' way in what looks like a dark time of trouble destroys the coming blessing a young girl can't yet see. And what a penultimate blessing it is.