Today is my firstborn son’s birthday.

It’s a day that I remember the promises of God with extra poignancy.

I was 17 when I became pregnant. His father was 16. We were young, very much in love, and invincible. I panicked when I found out I was pregnant – I was in college already, but I wasn’t ready to start a family.

First love is a powerful thing – but I knew getting married wasn’t going to be the answer for the crisis I was in.

Abortion wasn’t the answer, either. I was – and am – steadfastly pro-life.

I began to pray to God to forgive me for my sins, and guide me in my decisions.

I had pressure on ALL sides to abort. It was very intense. I listened to all their rationales, and still I prayed. Lord, guide me – if you want me to put this child up for adoption, then give me the strength to do that.

If you want me to keep him, never let me be without food or shelter for him – help me provide for him.

After much prayer and so many tears, I had clear direction. I dropped out of college so I could support myself and the new child coming into my life.

I dedicated him to God while he was still in the womb- I gave him to God.

I’ve never regretted that.

His father, my first love, was tragically killed in a car accident when my son was just over 3 years old. He is the only son left behind.

I spent his childhood struggling in poverty, but we always had food and shelter – and a church family. He is a charismatic, kind, selfless, handsome, talented man. God has big plans for his life.

Today I say a prayer of thanksgiving for the joy my son has brought me.

I pray the heritage of serving God will not be something he runs from, but rather runs to.

I’m standing on the promises of God, Who wants so much more for this sweet son.