“Hey! There’s no short way to put my story, so I’m just gonna lay it all out there. I know God has given me this story to share, so that is exactly what I am going to do.
In July of 2024, I met my ex fiancé. I had just come out of a two-year long, toxic relationship and wanted something to cling to. He was apparently best friends with my ex, so it “felt like home.” Little did I know what would come of next month. He proposed three weeks into our relationship, to which I for some reason couldn’t bring myself to say no because so many people had turned me down in the past. He then used that as a reason for him to force me to do things because “I was his fiancé.”
I told him I needed space after that occurrence. Something didn’t feel right. He totally cuts off contact with me because he said “it is either me or nothing at all.” A couple months go by, I had not gotten a period, which I linked to it just being stress related. Out of curiosity, I decided just to test because I was doubtful it was anything at all.
I tested positive in October. I was in shock. I didn’t know what to do, but a lot of people, including one of my coworkers, pushed me into getting an abortion.
So, I made plans and took off work and had a friend drive me up to Kansas City on the state of Kansas side, so that it would be legal for me to do so. I got up there and had an appointment at the abortion clinic in Overland Park.
I prayed and said, “God if this is not your will then give me a sign.”
I walk up to the door of the abortion clinic and it is locked. I am on the phone with someone who says she can see me, but I see not one soul inside that building and the door remains locked. So, I look next door to Advice & Aid (now called, Two Lines Pregnancy Clinic).
I chose to keep my child after seeing and hearing their sweet heartbeat on the screen. After I told people that I was keeping my child, Amendment 3 was passed. I cannot count the amount of people that told me to go abort my baby “now that it was legal.” I didn’t listen.
It came to the point of telling my mom. She was not mad, or disappointed, only overjoyed that I chose to keep my child. She in fact had just completed a volunteer training event at our local pregnancy care center and she had a pin that they gave her. I looked at the card that came with it and it was the size of my child’s feet at 10 weeks.
I was 10 weeks pregnant when I decided not to go through with my abortion. It almost felt meant to be with the timing. God’s timing is always perfect, even when we don’t see it at the moment.
From that point on, I knew this child was meant to be mine, regardless of how they were created, that child was from God. My little boy is going to be one of the biggest blessings in my life. I just know it.
I am now 31 weeks pregnant with my sweet little baby boy. He is extremely active. I cannot wait for him to get here and to watch my parents become grandparents. I am blessed to have 3 baby showers thrown for me. I have almost finished my parenting program at my local pregnancy care center. I am also part of a single moms group, which has been one of the best things for me to participate in during this time of my life.
All of this to say, God is so good! He truly knows what He is doing when He does things in our lives.”
If you’re in a place where everything feels messy, scary, and impossible—know this: You don’t have to walk alone. There’s a place where your story matters. Where your health, your heart, and your future are taken seriously. Reach out to Two Lines Pregnancy Clinic today.