Because we were not previously decided where we stood on the issue of abortion, we were more susceptible when crisis hit. It was not something we thought about beforehand. The teeter-totter of abortion then tilted toward my family strongly when we allowed for open dialogue from our friends. Because we were Catholic growing up and abortion was unheard of, when I fell into a crisis pregnancy my mother fell victim to the fear-mongering of her pro-choice friends, and even though I knew intuitively that abortion was wrong and I wanted to keep my baby –and had even bonded with my baby as soon as I found out I was pregnant-- as an impressionable 15 year old, my mother's influence on me won out –even though she wept along with me throughout the procedure.
I remember buying the coolest multi-colour pair of shoes for my baby.
I remember swinging on a swing singing the Beatles' "Here comes the son" to my baby. Because I thought when the month of June hit my baby would be here and I was resolved to protect my baby.
"Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
and I say it's all right
Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun,
here comes the sun and I say it's all right
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Sun, sun, sun, here it comes...
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun, and I say it's all right It's all right"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
See, it wasn't really my "choice" It never is when you feel trapped and your support system that you look to for guidance unduly derides the alternatives.
When Family and friends came over for dinner they inundated me and my mother with frightening horror stories and frightening "examples" of what would happen to me if I went through with the pregnancy. For example, they set up visits with single mothers who claimed they had to resort to prostitution and stripping to feed their babies. They also had abortions themselves and made it seem so frightening to keep the baby...and also so easy to abort it. I really thought I would become one of them. I was so scared that I believed I had to resort to this or else this is what the future would hold for my baby and I.
The baby's paternal grandmother called me each morning to badger me to get an abortion, claiming the baby would be "retarded." My family now joined them in instilling fear into me because I still wanted so desperately to keep my baby. I found myself right back in the same position that was so familiar, the same pressure, threats, and jeers.
After the abortion you feel the false sense of relief—the decision is settled. The shock, post traumatic stress, and defence mechanisms kick in and you justify your actions in every way possible, because the only other alternative is to admit what you've done -- and I couldn't bear to face it. Deep in my heart I ached and screamed because I knew the truth even though I was so young. I knew that there was life that should have been here and was not.
I numbed myself from the grief and shame by using marijuana –which is a common coping strategy in post-abortive women -- I lost tons of weight and about 6 months after the abortion I fell into an extremely deep depression. I readily moved over to the pro-choice side because it validated my choice—and I felt safe there. It was all just an illusion. The pro-life side felt threatening because of the perceived condemnation –in my own eyes I thought everybody could see me as scarlet. I was unclean. I was a murderer. Leaping over the fence would mean I would have to acknowledge it.
I began to suffer with physical symptoms because, I believe, I was constantly wrestling with my conscience and God. I suffered with sleep disturbance and nightmares, and a fear of death because I knew I was going to hell if I died. I was plagued with vicious panic attacks that brought me to the emergency room on several occasions. During these attacks I kept calling out to God, pleading for forgiveness, but I didn't know how to be saved. This is the time I called Birthright (a local crisis pregnancy center) in desperation, and there I met a few other post-abortive women who had already leaped over to the pro-life side. They took me through a Bible study. From there I made two trips to a Rachel's Vineyard (a post-abortive healing retreat), and there I found Jesus' forgiveness, and the safety to dignify the life of my child for the first time, by having a memorial service for my baby.
Healing was nowhere near instant. I suffered anxiety attacks for years. They were mild at first, but over time I was literally incapacitated by them. Even though I had a wonderful husband, five beautiful children, and was a Christian, I could not shake the attacks. I deeply loved the Lord, but I didn’t understand what was happening. Finally, I realized that God was sifting through the layers of my pain. He held me securely as He went into the crevices and the deep places where I did not even know there was pain to bring each hurt ever so tenderly to the surface. I realize now abortion cuts to the depths of a woman’s heart.
I'm still in a process of healing almost 17 yrs later, having to learn how to transfer my shame, guilt, stigma, and condemnation over to the cross of Jesus Christ. It's too much for me to bear, but thankfully Jesus bore it for me so that I could be free.Abortion didn't just touch me. It has touched an estimated 43% of women worldwide. By the time women reach 45 years of age they will have been coerced or deceived into having undergone one or more abortion(s). Think about the enormity of that percentage--it's almost half of women at reproductive age.
According to Abortion 101, the Evangelical Christian community has not escaped the abortion choice either. A George Barna survey states that "one in three women outside the church have had an abortion and at least one in six women sitting in Evangelical Christian churches have had abortions. Over 200,000 or 18% of American Christians each year choose abortion as the answer to an unplanned pregnancy. In fact, many Christian parents, including members of the clergy, take their children for abortions to avoid the shame and disgrace that an unplanned pregnancy might bring their family. "
I haven't even quoted worldwide statistics--just American stats. The number is mind-blowing approx... 100 million worldwide.
We live in a culture and climate of death, where school counselors, doctors, friends, and family have been deceived by the $400- million- a- year abortion industry, and where facts and truth have been systematically concealed --and this deception has spilled over into our communities and homes and has permeated our culture.
Abortion has caused a lot of grief to believers and unbelievers alike. I know my voice right now is speaking to other post-abortive mothers, fathers, grandmothers, and grandfathers, as well as siblings who've been affected. I hope as a congregation that we could start a support group for those who are seeking healing and forgiveness after falling into the abortion holocaust. When we realize how abortion is hurting and exploiting our women-- not to mention their children-- abortion will become as unthinkable as slavery.
I now have such a respect for life that I never had before. So let's stand up, congregation, and carry the healing balm Jesus offers to these wounded people. I am still dealing with fringes of my experience, but this time, I've got Jesus. I am free today, because Jesus changes everything. So I sing with confidence, "here comes the sun." The son is shining upon me, as I submerge myself with Christ. My desire is to keep my eyes on Jesus Christ, and interweave myself in the storyline between the Father and the Son. "Lord... keep me fixed on your son, and I trust you will unfold the plot-line of this story line beautifully in my life, and the other lives I come into contact with." Because, when I drape my body with Christ, -- I win Him, and then cleave to Him with all my might. By enslaving myself on putting on Christ...it truly becomes my freedom after all. Now that's wonderful sweet grace. I call them grace raindrops showering upon His daugter.
Thank you
Nancy :) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cYaTywSDmls ...it takes a minute to watch...









