#Tuestimony
I was almost a teenage Father.
By age 16, I was carelessly active in worldly things. A young Woman (she was 18) and I 'adulted' for almost 2 months, and we werent smart when we adulted. One day... she called me and said "Jaye, I'm pregnant."
There was no music playing... but when those words came out of her mouth, I heard the <music stops> sound effect loud and clear. I remember hearing this <tunnel swoosh> sound over the phone, symbolizing my future and life being instantly changed and how I just screwed up and I had stepped into an uncertain/twilight zone. I was silent for a good 20seconds before she checked in and was like "Jaye? Hello?". All I could respond with was "Yes, Im here. Thank you for letting me know. What do we do now?" She said "I dont know. I took some at-home tests. Im going to the doctor in a few days and will let you know what he says." I was like "OKAY."
<BACKSTORY: This girl wasnt like a high school sweetheart or anything, so we didnt have any kind of "We'll be together forever" plans. It was a fling thing (for lack of a better term)>
The next day, I told Mom & Dad that I wanted to talk to them together that evening about something very important. NOTE: We never had "family talks" or anything like that. And if there ever was something one of their kids needed to say, we'd just say it as it happened. So for me to request/schedule a sit-down with them at the same time... they kinda knew something big was going on. I sat them down in the kitchen. With no intro, no fluff, no ease-my-way into it... I said "Hey. I got <NAME> pregnant. She just told me yesterday. She's going to the doctor in a few days. That's all I got."
My Dad was beyond LIVID. It looked like he wanted to flip the kitchen table entirely over. Perhaps he realized there was too much stuff on the table for him to lift it... so he just angrily shoved half the stuff off the table, while yelling at me at the top of his lungs. My Mom was unexpectedly super calm. I assume she was calm because Dad was freaking out. Because... Ive seen my Mom punch my older brother in the chest when he was kid because he asked her what the "F" word meant (after he heard her say it!). So I just knew Mom would be the one hitting me with a 3-piece. But Dad was the one who actually jacked me up by my shirt collar and Mom remained super poised. Pops blurted a lot of "Why didnt you...?" "How come you...?" "What were you thinking? "Ahhhh you idiot!!!" Mom didnt say anything until Pops let me go and stormed out of the room. Mom sat me down and all she said was "Every child is a gift from God, no matter how it comes. We'll get thru this."
The next couple days I spent worrying myself silly. Hadnt talked to the girl since she gave me the news. Finally she called after she came from the Doctor, and she said... "Oh, I have an important update. Doctor says Im actually 3.5 months pregnant. So... it's not yours." *Reminder: we had only adulted for 2 months.* Ohh man I was so relieved, happy, and excited. I think I ran through the house like 5 times, with both arms up and shouting "It aint mine! It aint mine!"
The girl and I agreed to end the relationship we had and we didnt keep in touch. That scare was life-changing for me. Soon after that, I began attending Church with my Dad and Uncle, which led to me getting Saved. Transformation wasnt easy after I received Salvation, so dont be fooled into thinking that Im claiming to have been "Holier than thou" since I was 16. I definitely still made mistakes after accepting Christ as my Lord & Savior. But convictions and guilt for those mistakes were heavier and stronger than before. And Im thankful that survived/lived thru certain mistakes and was able to come to God for forgiveness and redemption (because I realize it could have gone differently; everybody doesnt make it past a mistake to even ask for forgiveness).
So, not being a teenage Father was a request I didnt even pray for. When I thought I was the Father, I automatically accepted it and immediately started thinking about what I would have to do and how my life had to change. For it to turn out that I wasnt the Father, and for that to be what it took for me to join my Dad & Uncle in Church... I feel like God had a certain plan for my life and He made sure I didnt disrupt His plan. So, I praise God for it and I dont take it for granted.
#WontHeDoIt!