When I was younger and less God conscious, my stance on this was categorical. If I ever found myself pregnant and unmarried, I would quietly pay the doctor a visit and end the matter there and then. I wouldn’t tell anyone so as not to give them the opportunity to try and convince me otherwise…or judge me. No one would know about it, not even the father of the child. Life would carry on and I might feel a little bad initially but I’d get over it.
Now that I’m older, I realise it’s not that simple…mentally, emotionally and physically.
Now that I’m more God conscious, I better understand the spiritual gravity of the action.
Fundamentally, I am anti-abortion but I understand why it’s an option for many. There are many reasons why people choose to have abortions, some seemingly frivolous and others, arguably justifiable. Nowadays, I’d like to think that if I was ever faced with the option, it wouldn’t be an option but every now and again I stumble on a scenario that makes me question my stance. I can only pray that if I ever have to make a choice, God helping me, I’ll do right by Him and by association, me.
I’ve been thinking about this incessantly for the last 48hours and have decided to do another series. The first story is in the pipeline and I aim to publish it tomorrow *fingers crossed.* How many stories will make up the series? Will it be a collection of shorts or a sustained piece? You’ll find out when I do!