Earlier today my sweet friend, and sister in the Lord, Hollie, shared one of the most beautiful testimonies I have ever heard on abortion.  In honest and simple terms, Hollie recounts her brief but emotional experience at an abortion clinic. She tells how God, in His mercy, spared her from sinning against Him and powerfully preserved the life of the beautiful soul we know today as little Emma. Despite the sensitive nature of  her post, Hollie has graciously allowed me to share.

A couple of weeks ago, the New York Times reported that here, in NYC, the abortion rate is at 40%.  That means that 1 out of every 4 pregnancies end in abortion.  I am praying for more testimonies like this in my city, and in this nation.

“Monday we will be in Washington DC for The March For Life. Last year was my first year attending, and I hope to go every year until we finally see Roe v. Wade over-turned. Abortion is a very tragic thing. I think the last stats I read said something like on average 4,000 babies are killed (aborted) each day. In some places the numbers are higher (like New York) and abortion is the number one killer of African-Americans.What we are seeing in America is a holocaust of infants. The number of children we have killed in the name of choice in America out number the deaths seen at the hands of some of the most evil men in history (like Hitler and Stalin).

The first time I saw my oldest daughter was on an ultrasound screen at an abortion clinic. I was being measured for dates so see what kind of abortion I would have. As I leaned ever so slightly to get a better look at her the nurse noticed what I was doing and turned the screen away from me. I was going to pay $1000 to have an abortion at seventeen weeks. Why? Because I cared about me. I was terrified of what my family, my church, and everyone I knew would say about me once they found out I was seventeen and pregnant. Seventeen weeks is pretty far along. It’s not hard to see how wicked I was in my thinking. How selfish. This baby was going to ruin my life. Oddly enough, I was also someone that boasted the pro-life line of thought. I felt like such a hypocrite. But what choice did I have? People that have abortions are called pro-choice, but as I sat in the waiting room at the abortion clinic I didn’t feel like I had a choice at all. I really felt cornered. I felt trapped by my own selfishness. I had only been with Emma’s dad six months. My parents would probably disown me. My church probably already thought I was going to hell, and this would only confirm it to them.”

Read the rest here.