I Knew Her Name -- A Post-Abortion Testimony

At age twenty, sophomore in college and I had just found out the man I was dating had gotten married why I was away in college.

When I told him I was pregnant, this is when he told me he was married and his wife was expecting too!

I really don’t remember what I told him, the only thing I remember is hanging up the phone and weeping.

I called my college girl-friend (soon to be roommate) and asked for her help.

I went to a Planned Parenthood Center with her and the counselor and my friend heard my story (eventhough my friend was tired of hearing it) and my friend said, "What Choice do you have? You have no one to help you raise this baby. The father of this child lied to you -- remember he didn’t tell you he was married until you told him you were pregnant!"

At that time I thinking more about all the pain I was in instead of the time I heard the child’s heart-beat.

I began to dissipate from the reality of life.

After the execution, the doctor told me the fetus was a girl.

In my heart I knew I killed my daughter.

Her name was Dayshawn.

I named her this name because she brought life to my being for a short amount of time.

She was the reason I gave my lie to the Lord and became a minister.

Now my ministry is online and giving my testimony whenever the opportunity avails itself.

I am grateful that some mothers and fathers listened and took heed to the words I had spoken to them.

I called them our children because unfortunately my husband and I are unable to have children due to Endometriosis.