"Why do you want to do this?" I asked, with urgency and a heavy heart. "Because I don't wanna get fat or have to tell my parents," she responded. Her voice was calm and full of indifference, as if my question made reference to the weather rather than the abortion she was about to undergo.
Two hours later, the unwanted baby inside the womb of my 17-year-old mentee was gone. I will never forget that day and how it felt. Holding the phone, pleading with her to let her baby live. To consider God's sovereignty and how involved he was with the new life she sought to rid herself of. The scenario was weighty at its core because I was conversing with a teenage girl on the brink of committing murder.
Perhaps that's you, right now. You've found out that you are pregnant and you're considering an abortion. After all, this wasn't a part of your plan — the baby, that is.
"It" seems to be an unexpected inconvenience. Your freedom is at stake, your body under siege, and your life potentially under the authority of another, or so you think. The temporal pleasures of sex weren't supposed to lead to a lifetime of parenthood. Now the only option up for consideration is to call the nearest Planned Parenthood and schedule the appointment you believe will maintain the autonomy you enjoy.