The Atonement Child by Francine Rivers

What a sad situation to be in. Dynah is a Christian girl, who is in college. She is engaged, and her future is at her finger tips, but one night on her walk home from work a guy rapes her. She becomes pregnant. She does not want to have an abortion, but she does not know what to do. Dynah's fiance is trying to pressure her to get an abortion. Their relationship becomes rocky after this tragedy. Ethan (Dynah's fiance) sees her as defiled now because she is no longer a virgin. Dynah breaks off the engagement. The Dean of the school forces her to quiet school, because he gives her the option of having an abortion, or telling the whole school that she was raped and is now with child, or leaving school. (because it is against the rules for unwed mothers to attend the school. also by her being pregnant the school would think that she went too far with Ethan and would soil his good name and reputation, because he is one of the leading students whom the dean is taking a special interest in and believes he will be a great preacher one day)
Dynah leaves school and is on her way home. When she get's home and tells her parents, her father is upset and insists on Dynah having an abortion. Her mother takes her to the clinic, but Dynah can not go through with it. Dynah finds out that both her mother and grandmother has abortions. Dynah is feeling pressured, so she runs away. She ends up having the baby.
This is an amazing story read it.
I pray for all of those that find themselves in a similar situation, and I pray that they would have courage and would not feel pressured into having an abortion. Be with these woman. I pray that if they need some one to talk to that they would feel free to talk to me. Amen




Francine Rivers at the end of the book wrote this. and this just touched me. We have to do something.

"A young girl in the full waiting room of the clinic, her heart hammering, her stomach so tense she felt sick. One girl sat crying silently while an older, narrow-eyed, tight-lipped woman sat beside her. A woman in her late thirties sat with her slender legs crossed reading Fortune. Another girl, in her early teens, in a pair of baggy black Levi’s and a scoop-necked white T-shirt sat forward, knees and toes together, beside her friend in a short black skirt and tight red sweater. 

No one spoke. No one met the gaze of another. They stared down at their hands or a magazine or off into space. 

The young girl closed her eyes tightly, praying for strength.

I AM HERE, BELOVED. I AM THE LORD YOUR GOD, WHO LOVES YOU.

The door opened, and a woman in white stood looking at her clipboard. “Number nine.”

The waiting room emptied by one.

The young girl hunched in her chair. Oh, God, oh, God, I’m so scared. I want to go home.

COME OUT FROM THEM, BELOVED, AND BE SEPARATE, AND I WILL LEAD YOU IN THE WAY EVERLASTING. 

Shaking, she got up.

Her boyfriend clamped his hand around her wrist. “Where’re you going?” he said in a hushed, taut voice.

She leaned down and whispered. “I don’t want to do this.”

He pulled her down beside him again. “Do you think I do?”

“Then let’s leave.”

“And do what?” He leaned closer, speaking so only she could hear. “Look, this isn’t easy for me, either. Don’t make it any harder. We’ve been over this a hundred times. There’s nothing else we can do.”

She tried not to cry. Crying only upset him more. She didn’t want him to get mad at her. “I don’t think I can go through it.”

“You said your parents would disown you.”

THOUGH YOUR FATHER AND MOTHER FORSAKE YOU, I WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU.

“And what about school?”

“There must be another way.”

“What other way? You tell me what other way.”

She looked up at him pleadingly. “We could get married.”

“Yeah, right,” he said sotto voce. “And live on what? Love?”

“I’d work...”

“Give me a break. At that fast-food place? Making minimum wage? And what about after the baby comes? Kiss my future good-bye. I want to go to college. Remember?”

Her eyes burned with tears at his tone. He had been so sweet and tender before they had sex. After their first time, that was al he ever wanted. And now that she was pregnant, he was angry with her most of the time. It wasn’t all her fault she was in this condition. She’d only forgotten to take her pill that one day, and he’d never once taken precautions.

“I’m scared,” she said in a soft shaky voice.

TRUST ME. I AM YOUR ROCK AND YOUR FORTRESS. I AM YOUR DELIVERER, BELOVED. TAKE REFUGE IN ME, FOR I AM YOUR SHIELD AND THE HORN OF YOUR SALVATION. CSLL TO ME AND I WILL RESCUE YOU FROM YOUR ENEMIES. THE CORDS OF DEATH WILL NOT ENTANGLE YOU...

“I’m scared, too” he said, surprising her.

“I want to leave.”

He took her hand and held it tightly. She could feel the perspiration on his palms. “I’ve heard it’s not so bad,” he said bleakly. 

SEEK ME, BELOVED, AND I WILL ANSWER YOU. I WILL DELIVER YOU. I WILL BE YOUR HIDING PLACE. I WILL PROTECT YOU AND SURROUND YOU WITH SONGS OF DELIVERANCE.

“It’s only suppose to take a few minutes. By tomorrow it’ll all be behind us.”

She looked at her boyfriend and saw how uncomfortable he was. He didn’t want to talk about it anymore. He just wanted to get it over and get out of here.

Oh, God, I don’t want to lose him.

I AM THE LORD YOUR GOD AND THERE IS NO OTHER. 

Her heart jumped as the door opened again.

TURN TO ME IN YOUR HOUR OF NEED AND I WILL...

Her number was called.

...LOVE YOU WITH A LOVE THAT WILL LAST FOREVER.    

She hesitated.

“Go,” her boyfriend said, looking at her imploringly.

DO NOT HIDE YOUR FACE FROM ME, BELOVED. I LOVE YOU WITH AN EVERLASTING LOVE. I WILL PROVIDE FOR YOU. HEED MY VOICE.

Her number was called again. She wanted to jump up and run screaming from the room.

CALL OUT TO ME AND I WILL BRING YOU UP OUT OF THIS PIT OF DESPAIR AND SET YOUR FEET UPON THE ROCK. I WILL PROTECT YOU. I WILL PROVIDE FOR YOU. OH, MY BELOVED CHILD, YOU ARE SO VERY PRECIOUS TO ME, SO PRECIOUS I DIED FOR YOU AND ROSE AGAIN THAT YOU MIGHT LIVE IN ME. TRUST ME. OH, MY BELOVED, TRUST ME.

Her boyfriend took her hand and stood. Heart hammering, she stood with him. 

He didn’t take her out of the clinic. He handed her over to the woman in the doorway with the clipboard in her hand. The woman smiled and said everything would be all right. Letting go of her, the boy stepped back and turned away. As the girl went forward, she looked back and knew she was alone. When the door closed, death surrounded her.

And into the silence and separation that followed could be heard the weeping of God’s only begotten Son, the Atonement Child. " (Rivers 369-372)

Watch this video. it is good. and sad.