I Survived an Abortion: Why I Believe Abortion Is Murder

I am not supposed to be here.

According to the plans made for me before I was born, my life was meant to end in an abortion clinic. I was never meant to take a first breath, never meant to laugh, cry, or hear the name of Jesus. Yet here I am—alive, forgiven, and convinced from both Scripture and my own story that abortion is not “healthcare” or just a “choice.” It is the intentional killing of a human being made in the image of God.

When I say abortion is murder, I am not talking in the abstract. I am talking about what almost happened to me.

“Before I formed you in the womb, I knew you”

When I first read God’s words to Jeremiah, I couldn’t stop crying:

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart.” (Jeremiah 1:5)

Before my biological mom ever found out she was pregnant… before the appointment was scheduled… before anyone debated whether I should live or die… God already knew me. He wasn’t surprised that I survived. He had formed me, seen me, and set me apart even in the secret place of the womb.

David describes that place like this:

“For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.” (Psalm 139:13–14)

The world told my biological mom that what she carried was a “problem” that could be solved with a procedure. But God says it was a person He was knitting together, fearfully and wonderfully made. I was not a “clump of cells.” I was a child with an identity and purpose in the heart of God.

I am living proof that the baby in the womb is not a theory or a debate topic. That baby is someone.

What it means to “survive” an abortion

Every story is different, but here is the simple truth: there was a moment in time when a decision was made that my life should end. People my biological mother trusted told her abortion would erase their crisis and give her a fresh start. Maybe she was scared.

Maybe she felt trapped and alone. I don’t say this to demonize her, but to be honest about what happened.

In that clinic, I was scheduled to die.

Whether through a failed procedure, a last-minute change of heart, or circumstances only God fully understands, the plan to end my life did not succeed. I lived. I grew. I laughed. I cried. I came to know Jesus. I stand on the other side of that day with one overwhelming conviction: abortion is not an abstract “issue.” It is an act aimed at a specific person. In my case, that person was me.

When you have looked back and realized you were the one on the table—your life, your heartbeat, your future—it becomes impossible to pretend abortion is just a neutral “choice.” It is a decision to end the life of a child that God has already called by name.

Made in the image of God

The Bible gives the reason why my life—and every life in the womb—matters so deeply:

“So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.” (Genesis 1:27)

We are made in the image of God. That means the value of a human life does not come from wantedness, health, convenience, or circumstances. It comes from the God whose reflection we bear.

If I was made in God’s image at the moment of conception, then abortion was an attempt to destroy someone who bore that image. The same is true for every unborn child—whether they survive the attempt or not.

What the Bible calls it: murder

God does not leave us guessing about how He sees the intentional taking of innocent life. He says:

“You shall not murder.” (Exodus 20:13)

Murder is the deliberate killing of an innocent human being. The child in the womb has committed no crime. The child cannot defend himself or herself. When an abortion succeeds, that child’s life ends on purpose.

From God’s perspective, that is murder.

Genesis explains why this is so serious:

“Whoever sheds human blood, by humans shall their blood be shed; for in the image of God has God made mankind.” (Genesis 9:6)

To shed innocent blood is to attack the very image of God. It’s not just “personal.” It is a direct offense against the One who created that life.

I am the child whose blood was supposed to be shed. I survived the attempt, but many do not. When I call abortion murder, it is because God’s Word and my own existence say the same thing.

Not a “what,” but a “who”

In the New Testament, we see God’s Word treat unborn children as people, not things. When Mary, pregnant with Jesus, visited Elizabeth, something incredible happened:

“The baby leaped in her womb, and Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Spirit.” (Luke 1:41–44)

The Bible calls John in Elizabeth’s womb “the baby.” He responds to the presence of Christ with joy—before he is born. God does not wait for birth to recognize personhood.

This matters to me deeply. When the world tried to label me as a problem, as an inconvenience, as a mistake, God already called me “child.” I wasn’t a “what.” I was a “who.”

Every abortion targets a “who,” not a “what.”

Grace for my biological mom—and for you

Telling my story means telling the truth: my life was nearly ended by abortion. But it also means telling another truth: I love my biological mom. I have forgiven her. More importantly, Jesus has forgiven her.

The same Bible that calls abortion murder also offers hope to those who have chosen it. There are women and men reading this who carry secret pain from abortions in their past. You may feel dirty, condemned, or beyond hope. But listen to what God says:

“Where sin increased, grace increased all the more.” (Romans 5:20) “If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just and will forgive us our sins and purify us from all unrighteousness.” (1 John 1:9)

There is no exception clause. The blood of Jesus is powerful enough to cover the sin of abortion. He died for sins like this. He rose to give new life to people like my parents… and people like you.

I can say honestly: I am not here to weaponize my survival as a way to hate those who chose abortion. I am here to speak the truth that abortion is murder—and to point to the Savior who forgives murderers and makes them sons and daughters of God.

A message to the church

As someone who almost didn’t live to see my first birthday, I want to say this to the church:

Please do not be silent.

When you stay quiet, it is people like me who disappear. It is children like I once was who never get the chance to live, grow, or hear the gospel. God has called His people to defend the helpless and to speak for those who cannot speak for themselves.

That means:

• Preach clearly about the value of life in the womb.

• Call abortion what it is: the taking of an innocent life.

• Create safe places for women in crisis to get help instead of pressure.

• Support pregnancy centers, adoption, foster care, and practical help.

• Offer grace and real healing to those who regret an abortion.

I survived an abortion, but many do not. Their voices were never heard. As long as I have breath, I will speak for them—and I will point to the God who formed us, the Savior who died for us, and the Spirit who heals our deepest wounds.

Abortion is murder. My life is living proof.

And Jesus is still mighty to save.