In November, 1982 I was a divorced mother living in Colorado with a divorced man and I became pregnant. When I told my live-in partner, he agreed that marriage was the best choice for us, and on New Year’s Eve, 1982, were were married. We hadn’t been married very long – less than a month – when he decided that my pregnancy was a threat to our marriage, and he told me that it was either the pregnancy or the marriage – in essence, he told me to choose between him and the child. Sounds simple, yes? But it wasn’t. For the first time, I saw a side of him that came to be normal for our household. He towered over me in an anger-filled intimidating manner, and I feared for my safety and that of my daughter. There was nowhere to turn. My family lived far away and even had they been close would not have been any help whatsoever. On top of that, I was raised in a Presbyterian household, going to church off-and-on, learning about the Lord and about obedience. It’s a classic case of a little knowledge being dangerous. I had apparently been in church and learned the lesson about submission to my husband, but I had clearly missed the lesson on not obeying those who lead you into sin. I was thoroughly confused as I struggled with what I thought was probably not right and staying obedient. Eventually, I felt I had no choice. I made an appointment with an abortion clinic. They weren’t hard to find – I just looked in the yellow pages under ‘Abortion’.
My understanding of an abortion at the time was pretty limited. I knew that if I had one, I wouldn’t have a baby. I didn’t think of the fetus as being alive, or even a human being. And, at that point, I was operating in fear. My new husband wanted his way, and I was afraid of what would happen if I said no.
The abortion was an horrific experience, and one that colored my life and damaged my psyche for years to come. Let me make one thing perfectly clear. I’m the one who signed the release and I’m the one who went into the office and had the procedure. I am guilty. And still Jesus loves me and set me free.
My appointment was very efficient, professional and sterile. The clinic turned out to be a suite of offices in a Denver office building. I signed in, sat down in a room full of women, and waited my turn. When I was called, the nurse gave me a gown, told me to change into it and lie on the table. The doctor arrived shortly thereafter, positioned me correctly on the table and began the procedure. It was over in a mater of minutes. There was a sound of a small vacuum cleaner, then nothing. The nurse picked up a jar from the floor at the end of the table and covered it with a cloth and proceeded to leave the room. I remember wondering why she was covering it up — what’s in there? I also remember she looked at me sort of quizzically, and I wondered what she was thinking.
The doctor washed up and turned back to me. At the time, I was staring at the ceiling. I suppose I might have been in shock, except that I remember it so vividly. It was then that the doctor slapped my face and told me to pull myself together. The nurse re-entered the room and the doctor left. The nurse took my blood pressure and told me to relax for a few minutes – she’d be back. She returned about ten minutes later and took my blood pressure again. Then she told me to get dressed – I could go home.
At no time did I receive counseling about the decision I had made, the nature of the abortion, or the possible consequences. I didn’t have the opportunity to talk with anyone who had had an abortion.
Following the abortion, I felt nothing. No mental anguish. No guilt. No trauma. Nothing. Inside, in my spirit and in my sub-conscious, however, the battle began to rage. The fancy label is post-traumatic stress disorder, but the bottom line is my mental and physical health began to deteriorate. Doctors diagnosed me with:
Multiple Sclerosis
Fibromyalgia
Bursitis
Endometriosis
Irritable Bowel Syndrome
Spastic Colon and
Seizures
I couldn’t lift my arms above shoulder height or open heavy doors. I had to sell my Ford Bronco (which I loved) because I could no longer get in and out of it without excruciating pain in my hips. I’d go for walks with a dear friend at lunch time at work (when I could work). Sometimes the loss of sensation and lack of balance would cause me to walk leaning far over to my right or left side. You see, part of MS is the abnormal equilibrium. When I walked like this, my brain believed I was upright. Had I been standing upright, I would have fallen over! My friend would grab my other arm to try to help keep me balanced, afraid I would fall over. I made light of it all as we joked about it being time for a cane – we even planned what kind we’d buy! A carved walking stick for me!
Sometimes I’d sit on the floor cross-legged, or Indian-style as some call it, and my knees would be at a 45-55 degree angle from the floor – both of them! You could push down on one knee and my whole body would roll to that side. It was impossible to make the joints work any longer – a result of the MS my doctor said.
For the next several years the abortion affected not only me, but my other children as well, because it affected how I treated them and how I treated myself. The secrecy, shame, anger and bitterness affected all of my relationships. I became unable to trust, unable to share any part of myself. I was very careful not to become closely attached to anyone or anything, for fear I might lose them. I had been described by others as ‘very reserved’. I wasn’t reserved, I was terrified!! I built a cold, hard wall around my heart so the pain couldn’t pierce me, but in blocking out that pain I also blocked out friends and family. I damaged my children with alternating patterns of neglect and over-protectiveness. Today, praise God, those relationships are being restored.
If I could talk with a woman thinking of having an abortion, I’d tell her to examine all of her options more closely. I’d tell her about the shame, the feeling of loss, the longing for and wondering about the child, the incredible sadness. Women (and young girls) who are considering abortion need to be warned – it is a life changing experience. While abortion releases them from the temporary pressures and trials of an unwanted pregnancy, it is permanently scarring. They will never be the same.
Needless to say, the marriage ended as my husband, at first only verbally abusive and intimidating, turned to physical abuse of me and my children. So what it boils down to is that I had aborted (murdered) my baby for a relationship that wasn’t going to last anyway. Some 10 years following the abortion my now-ex-husband attacked me, and I took my children and left. I filed for legal separation and began urging him to enter into counseling with me. His response? He kidnapped my son. He refused to bring my son home unless I agreed to come back and be his wife. Praise God for the strength to refuse, as I told him I would not, unless he got help. After he hung up, I collapsed on my bed in hysterics, knowing I was helpless. You see, we were only separated and were sharing custody of our son, so the police would be of no help. And there on my bed I cried out “God, I can’t do this!” Instantly the peace of God descended on me as He spoke two words: “7 o’clock”.
I don’t know if I was actually crying out to God, or just crying out, using the word “God” as the unsaved so often do. I can honestly say I didn’t expect a response, but I got one! You know I once heard a minister say that God doesn’t respond to our pain, He responds to our faith. I’m living proof that He responds to our pain!
I was no longer hysterical, no longer crying, and no longer fearful for my son’s life. It was 5:30 in the evening, so I sat down in my living room to wait, in awe that there really was a God! Occasionally I would feel fear try to grip me again, but I fought against it. And at one point, around 6:30 when I was beginning to get panicky again, the Lord embraced me – literally!! – he put his arms around me and hugged me. I then relaxed totally and waited. At 6:57 p.m. there was a knock on my door. I opened it to see my little eight year old son standing there. I was astounded and so very thankful. When I asked him what happened, he told me he wasn’t sure. He had been hiding under a bed and his dad had been trying to get him out, when suddenly my son began speaking to his dad but he had no idea where the words came from – he told him about his selfishness, his cruelty, and his lack of love. At that point his dad said “c’mon I’m taking you to your mom.” It wasn’t long after that he filed for divorce.
From that day on, I have been sold out for Jesus. Prior to that day, I had known all about Jesus, and if you had asked me I would have assured you that I was going to heaven, though knowing what I know now, I’m not so sure. After that day, I no longer knew about Him, I knew He was real, and I began to chase Him. I found a church, made a profession of faith, was baptized, and not long afterwards baptized in the Holy Spirit. A passion to know Him better continues to drive me today, for He is new every morning.
As I began reading my Bible, going to church, and following His leading, my life began to change. He revealed things about my character that needed changing, and He began to remake me. My heart’s cry was to be more like Jesus, and as I surrendered to Him, He began a good work in me.
Some of what had to be dealt with was still buried so far down within me that I didn’t even know it existed. The hurts and traumas of childhood had been deeply buried. The wonder of letting Christ be your counselor is that He is so gentle, so caring, He never pushes you farther than you’re ready to go. God began to heal my emotional hurts one step at a time. He would reveal something from my past, and we would work through it together with scripture. Then He would reveal something else. It was a wonderful process, and it didn’t cost a dime!
One day, sitting at my desk at work and listening to the radio, I heard an announcement that the Texas Justice Foundation was going to try to overturn Roe V. Wade and they wanted women who had had abortions to submit affidavits about their experience. It was pretty easy to do, so I did. Remember now, I still had my wall built and thought I was just fine.
About two or three weeks after I submitted my affidavit I received a telephone call from a woman at the Center. She said she had read my affidavit and had been moved, particularly by the part about the doctor slapping me. She asked if she could pray with me. I said yes, and immediately broke down, becoming a sobbing puddle right at my desk. In the 18 years since my abortion, no one had ever said a kind word to me about it. No one had ever expressed any concern or care for ME, and this one act of kindness opened the floodgates. As she prayed, I could feel the power of God rest upon me, and my wonderful Counselor began another session. Over a few short weeks he took me through a marvelous program of grief counseling, leading me through His Word, and set me free.
Finally, He introduced me to the a Pregnancy Center. I was still looking for my ‘niche’ in ministry, and since I had had an abortion in the past, I thought maybe I should volunteer to help in this center, though my heart was really with hurting women. While I was there I discovered they conducted post-abortion Bible studies. I decided to attend because I thought it might help me help others. It wasn’t until the end of the weeks’ long study that I realized why I was there. It wasn’t to volunteer. It wasn’t to take the bible study which I had already taken with the Lord. It was to bring closure to an event that had happened 20 years earlier.
You see, at the end of all of the studies our group went to a local church and held a memorial service for our murdered children. We named them, we asked for their forgiveness, and we let go. This was the final step of my emotional healing.
But God wasn’t finished with me. One night as I was getting ready for bed I noticed all of my prescriptions lined up on the dresser. It brought back the memory of my mom in her last days as she battled cancer – at the time more than 70 years old. Here I was, not even 45 and my dresser looked like hers. I decided right then and there I didn’t want to live if I had to live on all those drugs. At that moment, I remembered something Dennis Jernigan said during his testimony about God delivering him from homosexuality. At the darkest point in his life he turned to God and said “God, either you are who you say you are, or you’re a liar.”
I turned to God with the same mindset. I picked up all of my prescriptions and headed for the bathroom. In hindsight I probably should have tossed them in the trash can, but I didn’t – I flushed them and rejoiced as they went!
From that moment on I began taking the best medicine – the Word of God. I memorized a couple of scripture verses that I felt fit my situation, and I recited them daily during my quiet time with God.
Exodus 15:26 – I will put none of the diseases on you which I have put on the world, for I am the Lord who heals you.
Deut. 7:15 – The Lord will take away from you all sickness and will put none of the evil diseases of the world on you but will lay them on those that hate you.
Jere. 30:17 – For I will restore health to you and I will heal you of your wounds says the Lord.
Today I am free of all the guilt, all of the pain, all of the sorrow and all the sickness that colored my life for so many years. I’m here to tell you that God – the great Jehovah – the eternal existent God – the great I AM – is merciful and kind, loving and caring, understanding and forgiving. He understands because he was tempted just as we are. He forgives and pours out his grace and mercy because he understands.
Today totally healed, totally delivered, and totally set free simply because I chose to believe the report of the Lord. God has healed me, and He did it rather quickly. I have no doubt that the shame and guilt of the abortion contributed to my physical condition. As God forgave me and healed my emotional wounds, the influence of my own shame and guilt upon my physical condition was removed.
It doesn’t matter what sin we’re hiding. Sin is sin. Someone’s sin of gossiping crucifies Christ just as much as my sin of murder. But praise God, if we accept His free gift, we are all covered by the blood of the lamb — the sacrificial lamb, Jesus Christ.
In Proverbs 4:20-22, God gives us the directions for attaining healing.
“‘My son, give attention to my words;
Incline your ear to my sayings.
Do not let them depart from your eyes;
Keep them in the midst of your heart;
For they are life to those who find them,
And health to all their flesh.”
What are the directions?
1. ‘give attention to my words;’
2. ‘incline your ear;’
3. ‘do not let them depart from your eyes;’
4. ‘keep them in the midst of your heart.’
In closing, I’d like to leave you with these thoughts —
Who is your deliverer? Who is your liberator? Who is your healer? If you know the answer to these questions, why are you not liberated? Why are you not delivered? Why are you not healed? Believe on the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and you will be saved!