wow.. ..Take a look at this and see if your opinion changes about abortion (if your for it). This is so sad! oh yea, this is from Bound4Life! Its long but its way worth your time!!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hi, I’m Cherish.

Well, that’s not my real name…I don’t have one. But for almost as long as I can remember HE’s called me that: Cherish, or Cherished…It’s what He loves to call me.

When I first came here I was called: Nameless, Nothing, and Problem, but as soon as I met Him He called me Cherished, He said it was because I was loved, treasured…agape’d. You see, when I was eight months “along” my mother aborted me…I was a “problem,” a “mistake,” and a “catastrophe”. So I never got the thrill of having a name

I remember it you know…

It hurt…

<!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> I always wonder what it would’ve been like. I can’t imagine what it would’ve been to have a family, a mother… Would I have had brothers? Sisters? I wonder what my first word would’ve been; I smile when I think about it.

Would I have been smart? I bet I would’ve gotten all A’s, and made Mom so proud of me! I bet that I would’ve been happy and…funny! Oh I can just wonder about how it would feel to ride a bike, play jump rope, climb a tree…

I wonder if I would’ve blown out all my candles with one breath on my fifth birthday…I bet I would’ve!

I wonder what it’s like to finger paint, to smash my fingers into Play-Doh.

Would mom have loved me? Would she have kept me if she had seen me…If I had seen her?

I wonder if she would’ve loved me if she had held me, touched me, and kissed me. What if I had smiled at her, cuddled to her…would she have still wanted me not to exist?

If my tiny new hand had rested on her finger, in her own palm, would she still have let me go?

I wish I could’ve known her, played with her, seen her...tell her I loved her. I wish I had the chance.

Would Mom and I have been good friends? Would we have talked about boys, painted our toes, and had disagreements?

<!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> Why didn’t she want me?

Maybe it was because she knew I wouldn’t be pretty. I know that she was disappointed, but oh if she only knew how excited I was! I just couldn’t wait to see her! I couldn’t wait to have her hold me…see me and tell me that she did love me…

I can only imagine her looking down at my new face and knowing it had all been worth it. I can just dream about her smiling and whispering, “I love you…” into my tiny ear…oh how I longed to tell her!

I remember that day so well…

I was so excited, I just couldn’t wait! I was almost ready, I could feel it. Then all of a sudden it was time! I started to fight to get out…I was so alive! It was long and hard, but finally I saw light! I know that if I could smile I was!

Oh Jesus! I’m almost there! I told my father.

Then something that was so sharp and…mean hit my neck. The pain, it hurt so bad…I tried to get away, to get out…if I just got to Mommy, everything would be alright, but something so strong was holding me there.

Something else hit the base of my skull. The pain seared through my small body…I knew that this was the end of something that began.

No! No! Oh Daddy it hurts! I cried to my father. Oh how much I wanted to see my mommy.

It’s alright my child! I know it hurts. It’s almost done my beloved…” He told me…

I knew I would never see my Mommy. I felt myself falling, slowly falling away. It hurt so badly.

Jesus! I cried…The light that had been so new, so exciting, slowly melted away… Mommy! Mommy, please want me! I sobbed, I knew she didn’t…

Then as I wept, there was nothing…just…nothing. I was so empty. So unwanted, abandoned, and unloved…It ached within me. I was nothing…there was nothing…I was so cold and hungry for life. It hurt even more because I knew that it was gone…

Oh how I wanted to be loved and wanted…I just wanted life…

As I lingered in my dark nothing I felt a warmth flow over me…A light so warm and welcoming enveloped me… He was there…

<!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> He came to me, wrapped me in his love, spread hope within the walls of my soul… He had come for me, to take me away from my emptiness…

I wept for my life that I never lived, I wept for the things I never could do, the gifts He had put in me that I would never get to use… I wept for the mother I never knew but loved…

His strong arms comforted me, His loving words filling me… He spoke strength to my weakness, hope to my despair, wholeness to my brokenness, and he filled my empty depths and agape’d my sorrow.

He took me to a place so wonderful, so full of life…eternal…


In my brokenness when I was embittered, but in His love I was softened. And as I was filled, my heart cried for the mother I never met... As I wept for the pain in her soul, I loved her, hurt for her, and through Him I forgave her...