My 16th blog:  My stand against abortion

THE TAXI RIDE THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING

 

Ms. Valencia had finally done it—after ten relentless years at a top law firm in Bonifacio Global City, she had secured the promotion she had dreamed of--Prestige. Respect. Success. She should have been overjoyed.

 

Yet, deep in the quiet corners of her mind, something stirred—a hesitation, a whisper of doubt.

 

Earlier that day, her obstetrician’s words shattered her illusion:

 

"You’re pregnant."

 

She had dismissed the signs, too consumed by work to consider the possibility.

 

After her visit to the doctor, she hailed a taxi and sat on the partly torn cushion of the seat.  Now, staring out the taxi window, the reality pressed against her chest. How would this change everything?

 

"Not many women drive taxis," she remarked absentmindedly.

 

"No choice," the driver laughed. "I needed work. But having my baby? Best thing that ever happened to me."

 

Ms. Valencia stiffened.

 

The driver spoke of first smiles, tiny fingers curling around hers, sleepless nights, unexpected joy—a love so profound, it redefined her existence.

 

"But what about your job as a taxi driver?" Ms. Valencia quipped.

 

"I thought my job was my world," the driver admitted. "But my world didn't shrink—it expanded."

 

Ms. Valencia's own world suddenly felt smaller, fragile, suffocating.

 

She exhaled. She had always longed for a child, prayed for the chance—to hear a heartbeat, to hold a life in her arms. Yet it never came.  So she concentrated on her career.

 

And now, here she was—carrying a life she hadn’t planned for, while others would give anything for the chance.

 

MY STORY—A LONGING TO HAVE A BABY

As I think about Ms. Valencia’s dilemma, I can’t help but reflect on my own journey.

 

I had always longed for a child. I dreamed of motherhood—the laughter, the milestones, the love so overwhelming it consumes every part of you. I prayed for it, believing that one day, I would hold a little one in my arms. But God had other plans.

 

The news that I wouldn’t be able to conceive shattered me. It wasn’t just about the physical inability—it was the loss of a dream, the silent ache of something missing.

 

And then I see women like Ms. Valencia—women who have the gift of carrying life yet question whether they should keep it. Women who stand at the edge of a decision that will change them forever.

 

I want to tell them: You are blessed.

 

Motherhood is not a burden—it is a calling, a privilege, a divine gift from God.

 

Life is not accidental—each soul is crafted with purpose. Each heartbeat is intentional, woven into existence by His hands.

 

And the truth is, only God has the authority to take life.

 

Deuteronomy 32:39 declares:

"See now that I myself am He! There is no god besides me. I put to death and I bring to life, I have wounded and I will heal, and no one can deliver out of my hand."

 

No circumstance, no fear, no decision—should ever override the will of God when it comes to life.

 

I may never experience the joy of carrying a child, but I will always stand for the sanctity of life.

 

Because it is not ours to take. It never was.

 

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