Pro Choice Or Pro Life

Well, here I am thinking again and feeling the need to write I like writing it helps get my thoughts out off of my mind and out there where I can see them, and where others can see them as well cause who knows maybe something I say may help someone else and well if something I say helps even one person then that's an extraordinary thing.

I was watching a video a friend posted today about a lady who's mother tried to have an abortion when she was expecting her at like around 7 months gestation. Amazingly this woman survived, God had other plans that much I am certain of! Life is a gift it really is I know there are those who scoff at that thought but those are the ones that I do pray for because they don't see how miraculous life is.
I myself have been on the pro-choice side for the greatest amount of my life, you'd think I wouldn't be but I always said well there are sometimes where it should be left up to the person like in cases of rape, incest, life endangerment and etc. I do not sit in judgement of those who make the choice that is God's place to judge them mind you. I though however feel my stance on the subject shifting some. If people knew my story my whole story they'd be amazed at how on earth I could have ever been pro-choice.
So lets go back to the end of 1973/1974 my mother found out she was expecting me, I was one of 4 or 5 pregnancy's of my mothers I was the last one. My older brother was her first born he survived he is also 14 years older than me, but between us there was another brother who was born early and died, and 1 or 2 other miscarriages, then me. My mother's doctor didn't hold out a lot of hope for me, he diagnosed my mother with possible cervical cancer and told her an abortion was her best choice because she was risking her life for a baby who probably wouldn't make it, wouldn't weigh more than 2 or 3 pounds and wouldn't be able to breath. My mother's doctor had my father talked into it because well he didn't want to lose her and lose me as well, I don't fault my father for how he felt I love him tremendously as he loves me as well but given the track record with my mom and the low survival rate I can see where either of them would have felt this choice was an option especially with her life in the balance. Mom told them to do what ever test they needed to do but an abortion was not anything she would be entertaining because this was her last chance at having one more baby that if God wanted her to have me she would. All though out her pregnancy she prayed, others prayed and she believed. Mind you my parents didn't attend a church the only thing close to what she had as a church or church family were a set of Jehovah Witnesses that did come around and study with her out of the Bible and prayed for her and even brought her meals on occasions out of the kindness of their hearts. Mind you mama was brought up Baptist too, but she so much like me accepts people for who they are while holding on to what she believes and who she is. So mom managed to make it to the date her c section was scheduled, the operating room was filled with doctors and nurses my incubator cause I was going to need it and all sorts of breathing tubes and etc I would need because I wasn't going to be able to do anything on my own I would need all these medical gadgets to sustain my life. At 5:01PM I was taken from my mothers body on August 12,1974 I was breathing on my own, I weighed around 8lbs and I was healthy amidst astonished doctors who had me down for the count, who didn't believe I'd ever make it into this world and if I did I'd struggle. But my mother believed and she felt I was worth the chance she would take with her own life. She risked it all for me, sometimes I don't feel I do enough to make her proud of me, however I know she is I feel there is more I should be doing, but what..I don't know. I'm seeking God for this answer I know it was him that blessed me with my life the one that helped my mother carry me to term. I know it is all his doing. My mother willing to lay her life down for me, his son laying his life down for me, I feel humbled, I feel unworthy yet driven to find a greater purpose driven to tell others what God has done for me even when I do feel unworthy. Life period end of discussion is a miracle nothing less than that, I'll never ever fault anyone for the choices they make I just ask them to think about it there are other options.