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Why Do So Many Women Choose To Abort?


In 2015, 638,169 abortions were performed in the United States. 638,169 children were murdered before ever seeing the light of day. It’s honestly somewhat barbaric.

Clearly, I don’t believe in abortions. I don’t, unless the mother’s life is in danger, and abortion is the only option to save her. Otherwise, it’s absolutely horrific, and my heart hurts for every child so brutally killed every year.

Why do so many women see it as the only option, or it’s the first thing that comes to their mind? Why should stopping a heart, a heart that beats just the same as the mother’s own, be the answer? What did these unborn children do to make them worthy of death so early on in their precious lives?

Nothing. And that’s why it’s so horrible.

I suppose popping a pill is a quick and easy option for women who had sex, got pregnant, and want to continue their lives as normal. They’re not ready for a baby, and that’s okay. There’s nothing wrong with that, what’s wrong is the way they choose to deal with it.

So many couples in the United States cannot conceive, due to fertility issues. How many of these couples would do just about anything to get one of these babies that mothers are killing inside themselves every year? People want to adopt, and people are getting pregnant and not wanting the baby. People who would even get paid for giving up the baby.

And yet, they choose to spend money on a pill, and then they go about the rest of their day as if nothing at all has happened.

Many of these women, even, are Christians, who claim to follow God’s teachings.

Genesis 1:28

And God blessed them, and God said to them, ‘Be fertile and multiply.’

God tells us to multiply, to inhabit the Earth He has created for us and keep it beautiful. It can be said that it is simply our duty to Him, to create children.

Psalm 22:10-11

Upon thee was I cast from my birth, and since my mother bore me thou hast been my God. Be not far from me, trouble is near and there is none to help.

God considers us humans from the moment of conception, even when we still inhabit our mother’s womb. We are His children, and from the moment we begin to exist, He loves us.

Matthew 19:18

He said to him, “Which?” And Jesus said, “You shall not kill, You shall not commit adultery, You shall not steal, You shall not bear false witness…”

Jesus tells us in no uncertain terms that murder is wrong, and we should not commit it. It’s the ending of the life of one of he people He loves, so of course he would do anything but endorse it! And if we are humans, whom He loves, from the moment of conception, then ending a child’s life before it even enters the world is indeed murder.

But that doesn’t answer the question: why do so many women each year do it?

And despite the title of this post suggesting I’ll have some grand answer to present- I don’t. Other than the obvious, that these women do not want/are not ready for children.

The answer I give is how to stop them from making this horrific decision.

It’s simple, and quite obvious.


Teach them about how Jesus would feel about them killing their babies. Show these verses, and the many, many others, as evidence that this is not what He wants for His children. Tell them, in no uncertain terms, that what they’re doing is murder, and that they should simply carry the child to term and allow it to be adopted.

It’s our duty, as Christians, to teach God’s word, and therefore, to teach  young women not to kill their babies.

So if you see a woman who’s going to get an abortion – do not try and sway her with threats. Sway her with God’s word, which is the truth. It always has been, and always will.




The Day My Life Forever Changed

It was an ordinary August afternoon in South Carolina. Hot, humid, highs in the upper 80s. Typical, unremarkable.

I sat on the bathroom floor, tapping my fingers nervously, glancing at the egg timer on the floor next to me, as if it would be much different from when I looked at it three seconds ago.

Fifteen minutes left.

My mind flashed to the day that had gotten me here, a few months earlier.

My boyfriend and I were hanging out at his house one afternoon. His mom, dad, and sister weren’t home, and he and I were alone.

Ten minutes left.

He was kissing me, telling me how beautiful I was, telling me how much he loved me. 

And then he suggested it.

”Why don’t we have sex?”

Every part of me inside my heart started screaming, alarms blared in my head. We weren’t married, we were young, we shouldn’t. My parents wouldn’t approve, and neither would God. Sex before marriage is a sin.

Hebrews 13:4

“Let marriage be held in honor among all, and let the marriage bed be undefiled, for God will judge the sexually immoral and adulterous.”

Any sex outside of a marriage between a man and a woman is a sin. That’s what the bible says. 

I knew that in my heart. That very verse was on repeat in my brain. And yet, I heard this word come out of my mouth:


I don’t know why I said it, but I did. If I knew it was wrong, that it went against God’s word, why did I do it? To that, I simply don’t have an answer. Maybe I just wanted to make Ethan satisfied. Ever since we’d started dating he was talking constantly of sex. Previously, I’d told him that it wasn’t happening until we got married, but maybe I thought that if I let him have this, he wouldn’t ask anymore.

Or maybe I am just a sinner at heart, I ignored everything I’d ever been taught, and sinned by having sex.

Five minutes left.

And he was happy afterwards, smiling and telling me how good I’d done, how glad he was that we’d done it. I’d just laid there and taken it, and just nodded in response to his praise. Truly? I did not enjoy it. I felt like I’d betrayed myself, like I’d betrayed Jesus. Is this what he died for? For me to give in and sin so deeply? I thought, feeling utterly sick to my stomach.

And I hate that I did it. 

But I did it, it’s my fault, and now I must face the consequences.


I grabbed the little plastic stick that held all the answers off the counter, my hands shaking like leaves in the wind.


I was numb. Numb to the bone. A million thoughts ran through my mind. What will I tell my parents? Will Jesus still love me? What will I tell my friends? Will my parents kick me out? Will I have to marry Ethan?

One question rose above the rest, more urgent than any of the others.

What will I do with the life inside me?

Abortion is out of the question. Why would I murder a baby, a life, let it be sucked out of me with what pretty much amounts to the hose of a household vacuum cleaner? Absolutely not. Maybe this baby came from a sinful act, but it wasn’t it’s fault, so no way could I kill it. It deserved life, and it would get it.

Adoption is the most obvious thing to do. I’m turning sixteen on October 12th, which is painfully young. Sure, teen mothers exist, but it would be a drastic lifestyle change, and I would have a baby to take care of and raise long before I should have gotten pregnant.

Would it not be easier to give the baby to a couple, older and ready to have children, who perhaps couldn’t have a child of their own? The baby would have a better chance with people who knew what to do, people with money, who could provide, unquestionably, food, shelter, future opportunities, and love for this child.

At the same time… I knew deep down that I couldn’t stomach handing off this baby to someone else. Maybe I was too young, maybe I was too inexperienced, but still… deep down I knew I wanted this baby. And wouldn’t that be an excellent punishment for my sin, having to deal with the consequences? Sure, this would change my entire life. 

But there was no way I could give this baby up for adoption. Out of the question. 

I told my parents. They reacted with fear, sadness, worry, anger… but eventually accepted my choice. They had promised to protect me no matter what when I was born, and a baby would not change that.

A few days ago, I told my father about an idea I had. To have a blog, to write about my experience as I went through pregnancy and gave birth to my child. He agreed, under the condition that I was not to share images of myself, my family, Ethan, my friends, or the baby, on this blog. I readily agreed, and so I set up this blog.

I hope that this might perhaps help someone else, facing the same situation. This is also, though, to help myself. It gives me an outlet for my feelings during this long and arduous journey, and a place to share these feelings with the world.

So, welcome to my blog, to my journey, as I go through a forty week pregnancy and birth my child. 


Much love,