Twenty years ago I had an abortion. I was living with my first husband who was very abusive 3000 miles from home. He
insisted I have it, so I did.
For 10 years I spoke about it to noone. I was so ashamed of what I had done.
I had recurring nightmares about murdering my own child. It got to the point that I hated to go to sleep at night.
For many years I couldn't forgive myself. So I was sure God probably wouldn't forgive me either. How could I even
ask him to forgive me for something like that. I finally did ask him. And when I did I felt a peaceful feeling.
I have also forgiven myself.
I am telling this story now in the hopes that someone considering abortion may reconsider. Please think about what your
doing before you make the same mistake that I did.
Over the years I have known a number of people who always seem to be plagued by misfortune. Nothing ever seems too go
right for them. They also all seem to have a long list of complaint's.
Many of them tell me they pray, but feel as though their prayers are often unanswered.
I have thought about this often. And at this point this is what I believe.
If my children don't appreciate what I give them. And instead constantly complain about their lack I would be in no hurry
to give them more.
On the other hand. If they showed gratitude and were more appreciative. I would be much more generous.
Why would it be any different with God?