For-Life: In And Out of the Womb (We Don’t Have to Pick Sides)

For-Life: In And Out of the Womb (We Don’t Have to Pick Sides)

When I was 17, it was 1981. At home pregnancy tests were not well known, but I knew I was pregnant before he drove me to the doctor.

We’d discussed what I would do if this should ever happen months ago under the moon. (It’s not as though we were oblivious to the fire we were playing with.) I remember sketching myself like some heroine in a forbidden love story where the pregnant girl runs away and raises the baby all by her magical self.

This day was real. More real than the romance — the long hours we hung on each other’s words, habits, and hips. More real than the us we were fancying ourselves to be.

The intercom announced my name and room number. Letting go of his hand, I made my way through the doors alone. But I didn’t feel alone anymore.

Walking down the hall, the air blows cold. Time ticks in slow motion, and I never want to forget this moment. Dreaming I’d share it with the one now sharing my body. Lies tied to my identity crisis roll off my back. In me grows a reason to rise, work, and become someone. I am giddy for the girl they would all file under: the-one-whose-life-was-over.

Test results drop the old doctor’s head. Falling back in his chair, he pulls off his wire frame glasses in disgust, “So what now, abortion?” He read my age, my marital status — what else would he guess? Gladly fostering my momentary father-figure, I blurt, No, I’m going to have this baby.

Fumbling on the table to keep covered under wafer-thin white paper, (the last barrier between me and this complete stranger) pregnancy pamphlets are handed out. Like a diploma in my hand, I feel free to do my part in making the world a better place. I will run away from home and join the circus called Motherhood.

He welcomed my re-entrance with a smile. This was an affordable cost for a boy this bold, and we were both game to trade in our families.

Abortion was readily available and on the lips of worried adults around us.


Two hearts can collide in one chest.


January is Sanctity of Human Life Month. When we get the privilege of showing our love for women facing unexpected pregnancies and rescuing preborn babies from abortion.

From 2005 – 2013 I was a Pregnancy Resource Advocate. I sat with many women (and some men) wrestling with the question of abortion.

We learned in training, The most important person in the counseling room is the mother. But in my mind, two lives were always on the line. Reducing the unborn was never an option. Neither was minimizing the fears of a scared, unprepared mother.

Almost every decision for abortion spun from fear. And who could blame her? A parent’s reputation, a boyfriend’s intimidation. She’s vulnerable. Exposed. Carrying the weight of everyone’s shame. And the slightest bit of pressure sounds like now or never: It’s my life or theirs. I have to choose. I’m still in school, I don’t have a single penny to my unmarried name. Where will I live if my parents throw me out? How will I survive tied to this guy? If I don’t decide today, my life could be over tomorrow. 

And the stories of pain go deeper and darker.

Two hearts can collide in one chest.

And if these facts aren’t brutal enough — our precious girls are led to believe abortion is more merciful than adoption.

She feels frantic. Panicked. Like she has no other choice.

Post abortive women lose sleep, lose jobs, lose relationships — sometimes quit their own life without ever understanding why — when the bullet of that day never goes away.


We need to put our sword away.


In a nation where we have so many more ways to have a say, it’s easy to ignore the millions who never made a sound. Never given so much as a name.

I’m For-life. Every life. The ones in and out of the womb.

It is possible to care about everyone. Jesus says we don’t have to pick sides when we trust the Giver of Eternal Life.

When the disciples want to clobber chief priests and officers coming to arrest Jesus, Jesus says something that clashes with their fears — clashes with our carnal response to danger. “Put your sword back into its place. For all who take the sword will perish by the sword. Do you think that I cannot appeal to my Father, and he will at once send me more than twelve legions of angels? But how then should the scriptures be fulfilled, that it must be so?”

Do we think God cannot deliver from desperate circumstances?

He can.

Are we suggesting God could not stop one more abortion from happening?

He does.

Do we suppose God won’t end injustice from ever occurring again?

He will when all His work is fulfilled. 

The disciples knew their part in God’s grand fulfillment. They needed to live obedient and alert, filled with the power of the Holy Spirit, abiding in His love and teaching others to do the same — making disciples across the nations.

With all the hard, cruel, unjust happenings of our day we need to put our sword away.

Obey the Sacrifice who pardons our transgressions. 

Hear giant words Jesus spoke to his disciples in preparation of His death: “A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another; as I have loved you, that you also love one another.” “Peace I leave with you, My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Let not your heart be trouble; you believe in God, believe in Me.”

The devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devourand if we’re not paying attention to the Lord we want to follow — Satan will surely use us to tear each other in pieces.

20 Comments

  1. Kary on January 11, 2021 at 6:38 am

    Jo, once again your words are powerful and true! God has given you an amazing gift, continue to use it!!

    • Jo Ann Alo on January 11, 2021 at 6:46 am

      Kary, I am so grateful for you!
      Thank you for always being here for me.
      Love you, Friend. (HUG)

  2. Joe Downs on January 11, 2021 at 7:09 am

    Good morning Jo Ann,
    I recognize the beautiful snow scene and the journey referred to, both a gift from above, blessings, adding beauty. I saw it up close the other day as I fell. I guess the MTB decided I
    needed to see it up close.

    Very nice Jo. The above comment says it all. Inspiring.

    • Jo Ann Alo on January 11, 2021 at 7:13 am

      So glad you saw it up close—both the story and the snow.
      Aren’t we blessed to have our Amanda!
      Grace…so much grace.🙏🏻

  3. Shawn M Witulski on January 11, 2021 at 7:55 am

    Beautiful words and such deep, heartfelt meaning

    • Jo Ann Alo on January 11, 2021 at 8:18 am

      My fellow For-Lifer! Grateful for you and your love for these women and their preborn babies.
      (Love seeing your name here.😃)
      HUG.

    • Christyl Morrison on January 11, 2021 at 7:36 pm

      This is amazing Jo Ann. Pieces that are so perfectly placed even when we don’t see how

      • Jo Ann Alo on January 11, 2021 at 9:27 pm

        Yes, Christyl!
        Only God can take our broken pieces and shape them into something beautiful.

        Speaking of beautiful…those boys of yours!😍

        We love getting your Christmas card! Holy house full! We are so blessed “seeing” your family. What joy in your faces!

        Grateful for your words. Give our love to Brian,🤍

  4. Joni Haran on January 11, 2021 at 8:37 am

    Thank you so much for sharing your life by touching and changing many others. Your gift of writing and sharing are a true gift. I have a couple women I want to share this with. YOUR A BLESSING ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

    • Jo Ann Alo on January 11, 2021 at 9:20 am

      Joni! My fellow For-Lifer! Arms around you, right now. Thank you for all you are to me and others for Jesus’ sake.
      YAY, please share!

  5. Carole Basile on January 11, 2021 at 2:33 pm

    LOVE your message, Jo Ann! Such profound words. PRO LIFE…with you all the way. Our children are our Greatest Blessings! David and I found ourselves in the same situation. And it was NOT well received news. It is hard to feel happy while being judged…and judged we were. But I (even in my young age and feeling alone and scared) was SURE that our baby would bring us a lifetime of joy. Regardless of everything and everyone, there was never a CHOICE for me…I was all in.
    The Lord’s work, 100%.

    • Jo Ann Alo on January 11, 2021 at 2:45 pm

      Wow! This is beautiful to hear, Carole. I didn’t know you began your journey the same way!
      If we could only envision God’s beauty from the beginning of every trial! What greater joy we would live!
      What a grace to KNOW in our hearts, to say, “No” to abortion.
      Thank you, Carole! I love hearing your story! (HUG)

      • Carole Basile on January 14, 2021 at 1:29 pm

        Thank you for your ability to put your thoughts into words…what a gift! 😉

        • Jo Ann Alo on January 14, 2021 at 2:41 pm

          Glad this spoke to you, Carole.💝

  6. Dawn Krantz on January 11, 2021 at 6:33 pm

    When my husband was 30, his birth mother made contact with him (She is now deceased). She was an advid writer and had written out the story of Greg’s birth. She so tried to keep him, but she was only successful for about 6 weeks. There were so many family pressures and in those times, she did not feel she could support him on her own. She had him at a “home for unwed mothers” which was not a pleasant experience. (And there is a lot more to the story.) Abortion would have been a risky option in 1962, but I am sure it is a choice she could have made. She was further defing the norm in that marriage did not work out either (although they almost married twice). What she certainly did not have was love and support around her. Although she gave him up for adoption (which is an admirable choice), she did get to have a relationsip with him 30 years later. The point being her story of being so alone is heartbreaking, love is so important.

  7. Jo Ann Alo on January 11, 2021 at 9:18 pm

    Wow! That is an incredible story, Dawn. She tried to keep him—😭(Bless her heart.)
    Brave women like Greg’s Mom, AMAZE me.

    It’s so sad. In our fearful hour, when we need love, compassion, and support the very most—darkness steals opportunity for God to shine His glory.😭

    Thirty years! What a reunion! Praise the Lord she gave Greg life!!! And they were brought back together! INCREDIBLE.

    THANK YOU, for sharing Greg’s story, Dawn. What a blessing to have that testimony here!

    Love to your family,💛

  8. David on January 12, 2021 at 7:09 pm

    Well what’s to say that hasn’t been said. I am so blessed to now
    See what our Father has done. Amen never give up you don’t know
    What the sculpture is doing.

  9. Jo Ann Alo on January 12, 2021 at 7:14 pm

    In the Potter’s hand, my love!
    Thanks for you words.😘

  10. Jackie Natale on January 12, 2021 at 9:13 pm

    I was not a brave woman. I was a scared woman. And have regretted it for the years after I realized what I had done. It is sometimes just so HARD to believe that not only has our Savior blessed me later and abundantly with two beautiful children, but that He can forgive anything as long as one repents. I always felt she was a girl, and she would be celebrating her 34th year. I didn’t name her, and feel somehow maybe I should. If I write about her here, somehow I feel that gives her life in some very small way. And again for the umpteenth millionth time, I confess and repent. Lord give me strength to accept your gift of forgiveness, to live in it, to believe it. I can’t wait to meet my baby.

    Joanne thank you for again reaching into the depth of my soul to show me something about me and Abba Father. I love you my friend.

    • Jo Ann Alo on January 12, 2021 at 9:44 pm

      My dear, sweet, brave woman. That cross is great enough for all our sins yesterday, today, tomorrow. Our tears are precious to Him. He wants in on every single one.

      Your girl rests in our Saviors arms—what a glorious reality that you WILL meet her.

      I am so grateful for you! So overwhelmed by your beautiful expressions of love for your God and your people.😭

      My love and respect for you only grows.

      Name her.

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