Skip to main content

To the woman who has already had an abortion.


To the woman who has already had an abortion,

There have been a lot of posts swarming around about abortion these last two weeks. You’ve seen both sides: people who are fighting in its favor and those fighting against it.

It must be hard for you to read those posts without strong emotions welling up inside.

For the majority of the writers and readers, abortion has never been a decision they’ve needed to make or something they felt they needed to do. We all speak about our opinions and convictions and I do believe we all should, as righteousness is a good thing to speak out about…but for right now, let’s lay that all down.

I want to talk with you, not about you.

We, the writers and readers, have no idea the thoughts and feelings that have permeated your mind these last two weeks.

I don’t know what your emotion was when the process of your abortion began. Were you nervous? Were you fearful or maybe petrified? Or perhaps detached? Was anyone with you or were you alone? Was it painful? Did you flinch?

I wonder of the effect on your heart when the doctor said, “I’m all done.” Did you wince? Was there remorse? Did you feel relief? Did you want to talk about it? Or did you just want the doctor to leave immediately? 

I don’t know the thoughts you had as you stepped down off the table to put your clothes back on. Was the tile floor cold? Was there turmoil in your spirit? Or did you have feelings of nothingness? How was your heart?

I don’t know your thoughts as you drove home. Where did you go? Did you feel the need to cower behind the steering wheel? Did you want to escape? Did you tell anyone? Did you hold back any tears?

I don’t know these things about you.

What I do know is this: God has wonderful, breathtaking feelings towards you.

He wants to sit with you so He can sing over you. He wants to shield you and defend you inside His consoling grip. He wants put a shawl of strength around your burden-filled shoulders. He wants to remove your self-condemnation and exchange it for blamelessness.

You no longer have to perch under the umbrella of judgment or shame. You don’t have to feel dishonor or disgrace or embarrassment. Where you feel reproach, He can bring dignity. Where you feel pain, He can bring rejuvenation. Your heart may be filled with restlessness, anxiety, and trouble, but he can reconcile those with contentment, peace and joy.

Should you choose to run to Him, you can rest in the truth that He has forgiven you. He has taken that day, those moments, all the decisions you made and He has permanently pinned them to the cross. Those moments can be entirely erased. You can be pardoned, completely exonerated.

And your baby, her treasured soul, is with Jesus. She has no remembrance of any discomfort or sadness or fright. She has no ill will towards you, as her mom. She has no evidence at all of the ache of death in her body. She has been healed and she has been made new.

Every day, she rests in the full assurance of perfection for all eternity. She is living in a holy, impeccable paradise and she praises the Savior all day long.

And one day, should you decide to believe in the Almighty, you will be reunited with her. You will hold her, laugh with her and watch her be all that she was meant to be.

The restoration will be complete. The redemption will be finalized. The brokenness will be made whole. This reunion will be bursting of reclamation. Our King will reclaim all that you have lost.

It will be inexpressibly glorious. 

So today, there is hope. There is holiness. There is forgiveness and there is a promised place of reconciliation.

Run to him. He won’t disappoint you.

Love,
L

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Divorce and the Land of Israel

(If you are here, the very first thing I want you to read is this: Writing about a divorce can be sticky. I would never want to hurt B in any way. So, please know this post is about the divorce, not about B.)     Rejection.   In the past, I’d had friends hurt my feelings. I was dumped in college. There were jobs I wasn’t offered. There were times I wasn’t invited. But that was pretty much it. The rejection I had felt in my life was, what I would consider, typical.   When I found out B had filed for divorce, I was devastated. Normal, right? I think so. I was intensely sad and cried every day. This too, did not surprise me. In fact, during those first few months, I didn’t fight it. When the sobbing began, I would stop what I was doing so I could heave it out until that episode was over. I also expected the standard emotions that sadness brings with it; disappointment, depression, grief. I wept through each of these and these sorrowful emotions became incr...
1 comment
Read more

My dad's words...when I came home pregnant.

As a child, each evening my dad would come into my room, prop up next to my bed to talk with me for a few minutes before telling me goodnight. The conversations would vary, but the ending was always the same.   Before getting up he would say, “If I lined up all the little girls in the whole wide world, I would pick you to be my daughter.” I loved hearing that as a little girl, so I would smile, give him a big hug and kiss and drift off to sleep. Every night was consistent. I never tired of hearing those words. As I grew older and no longer needed my parents to tuck me in, that sweet phrase would still come out every now and then. Even if I acted too cool to hear it, inside it affected me. I finished college at Texas ATM University and received my first job teaching Kindergarten in the Dallas/Fort Worth area. I moved in to my own apartment and began to get acquainted with my new city and new home.   Though no one was tucking me in at bedtime, with out fail I receiv...
6 comments
Read more

God, and our rental home.

I was still living in the home that once held our family of five.  Rooms were now completely empty, the living room bare and our bedroom was...well...void.  B and his kids had left. I would collapse at the smallest emotional trigger, a "train-wreck" as some people commonly refer to it. I shed tears daily, sometimes hourly. The failure of my marriage felt catastrophic.  Spiritual questions loomed in my mind. Could I hear the Lord? Where was he in all of this? Wasn't he here...somewhere? It didn't feel like it. And if he was, I certainly couldn't hear him. I'd been taking steps one-at-a-time for a couple months, but on one particular day, I was told I had to find a new place to live too. I was crushed. Taking the first steps were hard, but having to leave our home, this home we'd bought together, lived in together, made memories in together...the permanence of this step was overwhelming.  I could barely think straight.  In fact, all I really knew was that I ...
Post a Comment
Read more