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Via Live Action News Note: If you are a father trying to stop an abortion, see this article. If you are a woman who is being pressured into an abortion, go here.

Parenting website Mommyish recently published an article advocating ten reasons (well, actually nine) to have an abortion. In response, I wrote a piece debunking the author’s arguments. Today, I will discuss ten reasons not to have an abortion.

1) It compounds tragedy.

Sometimes the circumstances surrounding a pregnancy are tragic. Perhaps the woman was raped. Maybe the baby has been diagnosed with a defect. Or the woman’s health might be at risk. However, one tragedy is not answered with another. We do not erase a rape by killing a child. We do not cure a baby by taking his life. And we do not avoid all health issues by avoiding the reality of another human being.

Women who have been raped must be compassionately cared for. But compassionate care does not include executing a woman’s child. Parents facing a difficult prenatal diagnosis must be given real facts and directed to others with helpful experiences. They must not be forced into a quick choice for abortion or urged to take the life of their child instead of giving her a chance to defy the odds. Women with high-risk pregnancies must be treated by real medical professionals. But treatment does not include intentionally killing a child. (If a child dies during the course of treating the woman – i.e., during chemotherapy for cancer, removal of an ectopic pregnancy, etc. – this is not an abortion.)

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Women – and young girls – choose abortion for many reasons.  All of them are sad, and none are necessary – despite how it may seem.  (Note, please, that saving a woman from an ectopic pregnancy by removing the child or saving her from cancer by using chemotherapy or other such life-saving treatment is not an abortion, even if the baby dies.)

Often, women choose abortion because they are convinced they will be alone if they do not.  They believe that their parents will reject them and throw them out.  They believe their boyfriend or husband will leave them.  They believe their friends will scorn them or make fun of them.  They believe they will become an outcast in their family, at school, or in society.  They fear loneliness and rejection, but in their fear, they do not realize that abortion itself is the ultimate loneliness.

Children are created to be with their mothers (whether the mother is a biological or adopted mother).  Children were never created to be killed.  When a mother kills her child – a very unnatural act – she creates a vacuum in her heart and in her life.  She creates the very loneliness she was attempting to escape.

The following is a writing about a woman who almost chose an abortion, in part, to escape loneliness and the rejection that she believed she would suffer if she kept her child.  This writing reveals her thoughts as she went on to choose life for her daughter.  (If you have participated in an abortion in your past, please consider contacting a local pregnancy resource center or Rachel’s Vineyard for help for post-abortive women and men.)

LIFE CONQUERS MY GREAT ALONENESS

When you showed up on that little stick as a plus sign, I was so unaware. 

I tried to push thoughts of you aside by chatting away to the friend on the other end of my cell phone, but I had no idea you would soon fill my vision entirely.  You found yourself in my womb, and instantly I knew you were a different sort of person than I’d ever met before.  Confident and bold, yet humble and unassuming at the same time.  Little did you know the sway you already held over my trembling heart.

You were what I needed – for all of time – but I refused to let myself see the truth.  Instead, I plodded along in my great aloneness.

Of course, I inwardly cursed myself that I planned to choose my friends, my life, and him over you.  That I would never be free to sit with you over a coffee – or a juice box – across a table, and let you enter my heart.   I used your father as an excuse for what could have been the greatest failure of my life – the failure that would have sentenced me to a great aloneness for the rest of my days.

You may have had no idea of the struggle raging inside me.  Or maybe you knew all along.  But I refused to let you see who I truly was.  I was bound up by society’s ideals and my own sense of pride.  My adamant refusal to risk getting hurt or being told I was wrong – that I didn’t live up the the standards – nearly led me to choose this great aloneness.

Proper manners ordered me to dismiss you cooly, as though you had not already captured my soul.  They ordered me to keep our conversations to the business at hand – ending your life – when what I really wanted was to take your tiny, chubby baby hand in mine, forever.  They whispered in my ear that I was not good enough, that you would not want me as your mother if you knew.  I feared taking a chance that would risk my heart.  I shook my head at the daring ideas racing in my mind.  I rejected courage, and my heart beat in solitary confinement.  But it is I who imprisoned myself in this great aloneness.  But only for a time.

I am not one to give up so easily.  I ride on the wings of hope.  And I am comforted by the power of prayer.  Perhaps my courage has taken its sweet time to surface, but it has come to me at last.  I believe, my child, that you are worth risking my pride, my comfort, my convenience, and even my life as I know it.  And now I am actually willing to act on my belief.

I can only hope that you will reach up your tiny hand, smile at my world – and at my very soul – as you take your first breath on the day of your birth.  Welcome to my world, little daughter.  You are here to stay.