"I should've been aborted. It would've been easier for everyone."
How it sounds in your head: The thought has crossed your mind during arguments or when you feel the weight of their struggle. Maybe it was even discussed. Maybe you heard the story about how they 'almost didn't go through with it.' You feel guilty for surviving.
"Listen, O coastlands, to Me, and take heed, you peoples from afar! The Lord has called Me from the womb; from the matrix of My mother He has made mention of My name."
-- Isaiah 49:1Enemy using pro-choice cultural messaging to convince chosen ones they cheated death and owe a debt.
Abortion was legal and accessible when you were conceived. The fact that it was an option—and you're here anyway—makes you feel like a choice that could've gone differently, like you're living on borrowed time they regret lending.
Moses was supposed to be drowned per Pharaoh's decree—an ancient form of post-birth abortion. Every Hebrew boy under two was marked for death. Moses' basket was found by Pharaoh's DAUGHTER, who defied her father's decree and pulled from the Nile the very man who'd dismantle her father's kingdom.
I REFUSE the lie that I should've been aborted or that my survival was a mistake. IT IS WRITTEN that the Lord called me from the womb and made mention of my name before I took my first breath. Hell couldn't abort me, and cultural convenience couldn't erase me. I am here by DIVINE DECREE, not human decision. IT IS WRITTEN that all my days were written in His book before one came to be. The BARAK blessing covered me in the womb—the same blessing that protected Isaac when Abraham almost sacrificed him, and Moses when Pharaoh ordered his death. I am CHOSEN, CALLED, and UNSTOPPABLE. My life is not an accident—it's an ASSAULT on the kingdom of darkness.
The Father put a shield around you before you had a heartbeat, whispered your name over cells dividing, and made sure Hell's best efforts to stop you FAILED. You're not lucky—you're LOVED and LOCKED IN.