• Cheri Beavers

ABORTION; a true story


The abortion debate sparks a host of intense feelings on all sides.

Here is a little bit of my story:

I was born an illegitimate minority into extreme poverty. My single mother struggled with mental illness and many deep personal pains.

She didn't know my Dad's name. My birth certificate read, "Navy Sailor" under, "Paternal Father." The odds were stacked against me and as a person unable to make choices for myself yet; I suffered.

My birth mother attempted to keep me but couldn't afford to feed me and soon I was dangerously malnourished. Entry to the foster care system became inevitable. I now belonged to the State of California and year one of my life was written.

Foster care came and I found myself with another family. Then another. If my story ended here, well you could write the ending.

The chances of me ever becoming anything other than homeless, addicted, and a repeat of my birth right were minimal. Is this the point where the abortion groups could sing justification and get your signature? Would they be right? I was unwanted, unknown, and unproductive... or was I?

The argument goes that the value of life is decided by the woman because it is "her" body. Opinions on this vary and basing an emphasis on "choice" is essential to this argument. What I hear is that if you don't let a woman "chose" to end the life of the baby inside of her then you are degrading her and stealing away her rights. The issue I have with that is a separate person (in this case me) is being lost in the conversation.

In all the brokenness of her life my birth mother left me a note, "I knew you deserved to live, to have a chance. I felt you move and knew you were separate from me, a little person who needed to make her own way."

She saw the value in my brokenness and said, "She is still worthy."

All these factors lead to one question, "was my mother's power over her body more important than my right to live?" Some would say "yes." They would look at my mother and say her choice was more important than my life. Who has the power to decide priority between "life" versus "choice?"

I ended up being adopted and raised in a healthy thriving family with older brothers and parents of whom there are no equals.

As a young girl I was told by my Dad, "Don't get lost in representing a cause. People become so passionate about this or that, they soon forget about relationship. Their mouths run and their ears close... pretty soon they are an ineffective audience of one." True. My cause is not anti-abortion, anti-choice, or the many other ways this can be framed.

Though my beginning is not very impressive to the world's standards; I did go on to achieve college graduation with honors, marriage, home ownership, parenthood, life-long friendships, a strong community life, and successful career in serving the broken.

Jesus sees you as valuable; no matter how small, no matter what color, no matter what gender, no matter what social or political status, no matter what vices, no matter what... Jesus sees you as valuable. In my worthlessness, I was found worthy because of Jesus.

This picture is of me and my adoptive Mom (my heart). Look at how my expression changed from the foster care picture... We want to thank my birth mother for seeing me as valuable, for enduring a pregnancy, & being brave enough to let me go when the time came. My right to live was honored by her self-less choice to preserve my life.

"Blessed are the poor in spirit for they shall receive mercy." And mercy I did receive.

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