I was uninformed and unprepared for the aftermath of my
decision to have an abortion. I went years (six to be exact) believing I was
punished with being barren for what I had done. The father and I broke up less
than a year after, and I found love again but thought I'd never be able to give
him a child.
Six years in, I got pregnant and was "due" on the
anniversary of my abortion. I found some redemption in the birth of my son. But
still years passed with a heavy noose of guilt around my neck.
This year, 20 years to the day, almost, I was in church on
the anniversary. The pastor spoke of God's redemptive grace, how He doesn't
carry a memory of our transgressions, and that we shouldn't either. I went to
the altar that day and bawled my eyes out to God. I have felt no burden since,
except for the burden to help others. So I am sharing my story.