I listened to Abby’s tale with a heavy heart. I had known kids who got into trouble before, had even helped them through troubled times. Such as the time I helped Ryan break the news to his parents that he had fallen asleep at the wheel and killed a girl with his car. Then there was the aftermath of the whole ordeal, where I had to help an entire community grieve for the loss of a friend, a recent convert to Christianity. Or the young couple from a previous church who had decided they were in love and ran off and got married. All was well until the day the young man had to leave for the Army, and Lauren had to stay at home to finish high school. While she was flirting with boys at the senior prom, Jason had been boozing it up with his fellow Army buddies and hanging out in bars. The young couple soon realized they had been too young and got the marriage annulled.
This, however, was a different story. I had not been there for Abby to help her through the agony of carrying a child inside her—for that was plainly clear given the presence of Grace in the background. Somehow, though, I felt Abby’s story was going to take me much deeper than a mere teenage pregnancy
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