Category: Personal Stories

Pastor Describes Witnessing Abortions

Pastor Zolton Phillips was a member of the Clergy Advisory Counsel to the Virginia League for Planned Parenthood. He participated in the campaign to legalize abortion and counseled parishioners to have them. After years of pro-choice advocacy, he witnessed four abortions at Planned Parenthood and changed his stand.

Here is how he describes one of them.

“We went into the procedure room. I stood at the head of the lady as her legs were placed in the stirrups, the doctor sat down, and the nurse stood at his side. Following four cervical injections that were painful to the lady, she was dilated by a series of rods increasing in size. Then an ominous-looking machine with a gauze bag inside a jar was pushed close to her. The vacuum tube was put in position, the machine turned on, and a sucking sound I’ll never forget filled the room. As a mass of fluid and blood went into the jar, the gauze bag caught the fragmented body parts where I saw what appeared to be a tiny hand catch in the bag.

I asked the nurse, “Is that what I think it is?” She said, “Yeah.”

After it was over, the ashen-faced woman staggered back to the other room, supported by no one until I went to her aid. The rest of my day was filled with gloom.

I spoke with some people at Planned Parenthood about my uneasy feelings and was told they would disappear after seeing a few more abortions.”

.Pastor Zolton Phillips “I Changed my Stand” Last Days Ministries

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Sibling Describes Pain Of Losing Brother To Abortion

My name is Renee, and I am the oldest of 5. Sadly, I’ve never met the youngest, a little boy (brother number 3) named Joseph Michael. He died by abortion when I was only 10, although I didn’t find out ‘til nearly 11 years later. My poor mom had to keep that secret for so long  I’ve known for just over 6 years, and am really struggling with it. I’ve come to the point where I realize that a lot of the issues I have, are made much worse by what I went through regarding the abortion. While I have always been more of an internalizer, this is becoming harder, and I am starting to seek out healing. Easier said than done, I am discovering, as most post abortion support groups only have programs for the parents. It is sincerely my prayer that more awareness will be brought to the suffering of the siblings. My siblings and I have had to silently deal with the pain of hearing people speak ill of women choosing an abortion. We know firsthand that sometimes it is done in a desperate time, and to spare the baby from a life of suffering.

My mom was widowed in June of ’94, at the age of 30. I was 10, and the youngest, at the time (baby number 4), was only two. A few months later, she met a man, and became pregnant unexpectedly. I know very little about that time for her, as I was very young, and had no idea that my little brother was growing in her belly. But we were living with my grandparents, and I don’t know how they would’ve handled the news. Also, maybe my mom didn’t feel capable of caring for yet another baby, who the doctor said may have health issues (from what I believe). While she knew it was wrong, she believed that the baby would be better off in heaven, free from suffering. While I hate that my mom (and brother) went through that, I admire her greatly for all the strength she has shown. She now understands what some of these women are going through, when they consider abortion, and has used her experiences to help them choose life. She also has used the pain she feels over my brother, to help those mourning the loss of their own babies, aborted or miscarried. I pray for the strength to one day be able to reach out to other siblings like myself. I have actually tried to avoid the pro life movement, at times, mostly for two reasons: one, it makes me think more of my brother, and the horrible way he died, and two, I am very defensive of my mom, and am afraid that some of these people will judge her harshly. I also don’t want her to have to deal with any extra sadness or regrets. But as I said before, she is a very strong woman.

I have heard it said by quite a few people that my mom should keep the abortion secret. What about her reputation? In their view, it will make others decide to follow her, and do the same. Or turn against her, and stop trusting and/or respecting her. Well, I can speak for myself, my siblings and at least one very dear friend, that the exact opposite is true!! I hate that she had to bear that by herself for so long, and am so grateful that she told us. It has made her a more compassionate, sympathetic, less judgemental person. It made me listen more when she was talking about pro life things, or prayers and sympathy for the abortive ones, knowing that she’s actually been in their position. She has come so far. I am also thankful she told us, because although we ended up going through unexpected mourning, we as siblings are now more aware of the horror of abortion. All these years I never knew we were personally touched by it.

As I said, finding out caused such shock and grief. I remember the night that she told us, we were all talking in the living room, because she said she had something important to discuss. I remember my heart started pounding, more and more. We were shocked to discover that she had been pregnant after the fourth baby. Our dad had died, and there were only four of us children with her, so where was the last one? Did I have a sibling given up for adoption, that I could possibly reconnect with (as went through my head at times while watching or reading about it), or did she miscarry? Abortion never crossed my mind, because we knew she was so against it. But she admitted that that is what happened. I did not give into the tears that threatened, as I have always been very guarded with my emotions. Very quickly the four of us went up to her and hugged her. Comforting her and assuring her that we loved her. We found out a few things, such as the father, and the date. Apparently, the anniversary was only a few weeks away. In just a few weeks, valentine’s day to be exact, it would be 11 years since that horrible event. Apparently she chose that night, because going out, then, would not likely arouse suspicion. Years later it brought me such pain to think that that night before she left, when I gave her a hug, I also hugged my little brother inside, but the next time I hugged her, it was just her alone. How sad she must have been. And how innocent and unaware I was.

That Valentine’s Day was hard, but so refreshing in some ways. Between my dad’s death and then, I noticed that she made an extra effort to make it a pleasant day for us, AND THOUGHT SHE DID IT TO SOFTEN THE BLOW OF NOT HAVING OUR DAD AROUND. WHEN I REALIZED THE PAINFUL SIGNIFICANCE OF THE DAY, I STARTED TRYING TO MAKE IT A SPECIAL, PEACEFUL DAY FOR HER. What stands out the most from that night are two sweet memories. The first is that mom made us a yummy cake for dessert. And on it were 6 hearts. 1 big, and 5 small. A mama surrounded by her babies. For the first time ever, mom was able to admit that she was a mother of 5. She didn’t have to ignore my brother that night! And we were comfortable with it too. The other sweet memory associated with that night is that we decided to play the lottery, and being aware of a new heavenly intercessor, we asked Joey to pray for us, and we won $10!! The most money we’ve ever won in the lottery! Thanks, Joey! Now multiply that by a small million please! 😉

For a while after finding out, I had such a deep sadness that I could not identify at first. I felt like I did when I lost one of my nursing home friends, but nobody had recently died. What was up? Then I realized it was my brother. I was grieving the loss of a little sibling, that up until then had not existed (that I was aware of). How strange.

How could I possibly feel so strongly for someone I never met, or even knew about? As I mentioned before, I am not an emotional person, so these feelings were extra unappreciated. I felt stupid for grieving 11 years later. He was long gone, I shouldn’t feel anything. But, that’s not how it works. Over time, I felt that sadness less frequently, but still, 6 years later I feel twinges at times. I have also, at times, felt completely at peace with our situation, and at other times, have seriously forgotten about him. That, I believe, is often a defense mechanism.

Whether I am thinking about him or not, I noticed that I am more sensitive to some things than I was before. For example, I feel pain/jealousy seeing others becoming big brothers and sisters. I experienced that three times, only, and never will again. I am also very sensitive to my youngest brother being complimented, etc by mom. Feeling like he is getting the bulk of the attention, because he is the last “baby” she’ll have. Deep down, I know it is false, but it is still a frequent struggle. Another struggle is forgiving/moving on. When I first found out about my brother, I can’t remember much about howI felt about his father. As I’ve gotten older, though, I have felt so betrayed by him. We loved him like a stepfather for quite a few years. How dare he try to take care of us, and help raise us, when he didn’t even keep his own flesh and blood alive. This was especially hard for me to come to terms with, because I, too, was conceived out of wedlock. But my dad did the right thing, and married my mom (before I was born). It just feels strange. Why was I okay to keep, but my brother wasn’t? I have made great progress in this area, but still have need of more healing.

This is only a small bit of my experiences as a sibling of an aborted baby, but I am sharing this in the hopes that others can be comforted knowing that they are not alone. Or perhaps a sibling like me will be in denial, and reading my story, they will realize their need for healing, and get it. My prayer is that we can feel at least some of the peace that our siblings do, as they await our arrival in heaven. What a nice meeting that will be, and while we had the misfortune of being separated on earth, we will have all eternity to catch up!  To any parents reading this, please give your kids the benefit of the doubt, and tell them about their lost sibling(s). It may strengthen your relationship as it did ours. You shouldn’t have to keep your baby(ies) a secret. For those who are not directly affected, I thought I would give you a small idea what we are going through, in case you happen to connect with us. All who read this will be in my prayers. God bless and peace be with you. Thanks for letting me share my story.

*Since writing this I have joined up with the pro life movement, in an effort to speak up for siblings and others affected by abortion (grandparents, uncles/aunts, etc). It is mostly through the internet. Among others, I have a facebook page called: Abortion Hurts Siblings And Others, as well as a group exclusively for post abortive siblings. For more info, leave a comment here or message me at my facebook group. I am also on: twitter, prolifebook, shoutlife, awestruck and experience project.

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Father Regrets Loss of Child through Abortion

“There’s no point here and now to reflect on those moments up until the abortion of our baby. Jad is not here, and that’s all that matters. I will never hold him. I will never see what he looked like. I will never tickle his feet. I will never hear his laugh. I will never be able to love him…”

A postabortion father, “Reclaiming Fatherhood” http://www.menandabortion.info/l1-testimony2.html

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Rape Victim Gives Her Opinion on Abortion and Planned Parenthood

A woman who was raped speaks out:

“We are so under represented in the media…..but we might have to fight back with brutal honesty to show up the lies.

I was raped, suppressed it and a growing belly for 7 months, had a baby girl, and placed her for adoption. If you hear anyone use the stupid line again, “well what if you were raped, then why should you have to carry to term a baby?” Pleas [sic] refer them to me! I’m sick of them persuading people on stuff they don’t even bother asking a real woman that has been through it …Why do they assume automatically women can’t handle it? Two wrongs don’t make a right. I am so mad at the abortion industry, I can’t explain it. It’s just that they would made it so easy for me to walk in the door and kill my daughter that first day I found out I was pregnant (without telling my parents or anyone first) luckily I didn’t thanks to God taking over. My opinion on everything changed full over after just a few days of letting the fact that this is a little life, sink in. But they made it so easy for me to kill my daughter, and since she means the world to me today, this grudge isn’t going to ever go away until they are destroyed (the companies like planned parenthood…not the people destroyed)”

Women who conceived from Rape; Message to Pro-Life Blogs February 8, 2009

http://www.prolifeblogs.com/articles/archives/2009/02/abortion_after.php

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Nurse Verifies That an Unborn Baby at Nine Weeks Looks Human

This is a letter that a pro-life organization received.

“I am returning your graphic images along with my donation. I can testify that a 9 week baby is perfect just like the picture. Please pass it on to others. Back in the 1940’s, as a student nurse, I had the opportunity to “scrub” at a surgery for an ectopic pregnancy to save a mother’s life.

I’m sure it was the only way to do this since it was at a very prestigious Catholic hospital in NYC. In removal of the ectopic tube this perfect 9 week old baby was removed (probably to be baptized). There was no doubt that this was a perfect little baby. Even his little blue eyes could be seen. I don’t know if the procedure is still done today but it sure impressed us that it was no doubt a baby and not a tissue or blob as they tell people today. Thank you for your work.”

9 to 10 week unborn baby
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Rape Victim: before I Had Time to Think about What I Wanted, the Abortion Was Over

It was May 19, 1973. I was pregnant from a date rape. I had tried to hide it from my parents but of course they found out. Then the pressure started. “How are you going to go to college with a baby?” “How are you going to support it?” “It is only a blob of blood. It’s not a baby yet.” Before I had time to think about what I wanted, the abortion was over.

The abortion itself was like a living hell. I thought my guts were being pulled out. It was degrading and I was terrified. When it was over, something made me ask the doctor, “Was it a boy or a girl?” He answered, “I can’t tell. It’s in pieces.” The counseling consisted of throwing some birth control pills at me.

Its so hard to put into words how the abortion affected me. Looking back and knowing what I know now, I realize that I was going through almost classic Post-Abortion Syndrome. I became a tramp and slept with anyone and everyone. I engaged in unprotected sex and each month when I wasn’t pregnant I would go into a deep depression. I was rebellious. I wanted my parents to see what I had become. I dropped out of college. I tried suicide, but I didn’t have the guts to slit my wrists or blow my brains out. I couldn’t get my hands on sleeping pills, so I resorted to over the counter sleep aids and booze.

When that failed, I then tried to make relationships work with men, any man. I was driven with a need to have a child and knew if I was married my parents couldn’t do anything about it. Then I married in 1975. While my husband and I are still together, we have had to work extra hard because I married him for all the wrong reasons.

Five months after we were married my first child was born. I was in heaven. I doted on that baby. In three months, I was pregnant again. But this time we lost our baby at 6 months. Then the depression that I had conquered came back full force. I can remember thinking: “I deserve this pain. I killed a baby and now God has taken one from me. I deserve it.” The doctor felt that I had a weak cervix, a common aftereffect of abortion, and that the weight of the baby was too much for it and she just fell out. Four months later I was pregnant again.

It is hard to explain this need to keep having babies, but I did. From 1976 with the birth of my first living child, to 1985 at the birth of my fourth and final living child, I was pregnant a total of eight times. With the birth of my last child the doctor didn’t leave me any choice but to quit having children if I wanted to live to see the ones I had grow up.

In trying to deal with the abortion, I had to face what I had done and beg forgiveness from my God. The hardest thing of all is trying to forgive myself. It is a daily struggle to accept the forgiveness I know the Lord has given me. And I will never forget it. Only now I don’t want to forget it, because it keeps me from getting complacent. I know if it helps others, I can talk about it. It always makes me cry, but if it saves just one mom and baby the pain, it’s worth it.

I joined our local Right to Life and crisis pregnancy center. I have also had to forgive my parents. I can still remember when I walked into my Mom’s house and threw down a picture of an aborted fetus and snarled, “See what you made me do?” She has since become pro-life herself and has told me how sorry she is. I still have to fight against my anger at my Dad, because he still won’t admit the abortion was wrong, at least for me.

Do all these things help? That’s a hard one. Sometimes it does and sometimes the depression is too strong and time has to pass. Not a day goes by that the abortion doesn’t cross my mind. It is a constant struggle trying to overcome my guilt and depression, even knowing I have been forgiven. I dread the day when I have to come face to face with my little child and explain to her why mamma took her life. But I also think I am a softer, more caring person than I might have been. If not for the abortion, I might have turned out “pro-choice.”

Originally published in The PostAbortion Review 2(1) Winter 1993.

Elliot Institute, PO Box 7348, Springfield, IL 62791-7348

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Father of Aborted Baby Wonders about His Lost Child

6/12/09
Unfortunately the world is full of story like mine. I could write a book on the flow of emotions me and my girlfriend went and, above all, still go through. I will write only few lines on my life experience, and if only one person who would read me will change idea my life will have been worthier.

We lived and still live in two different cities (Paris and Luxembourg), seeing each other over the week end. We love each other, but this, as you will read below, doesn’t count for what happened. Two moderate salaries and in junior positions, but smart and ambitious. We both study besides work. Sometimes we where speaking about children, we both wanted in the “future”.

She got pregnant. Emotions in order: incredulity, surprise, light happiness for a little miracle of nature, thoughts on money/time/small house/study/work, rising preoccupations, discussion, waves of panic, proposal of abortion, silence, discussions, silence, cries, lack of sleep, decision to abort.

Decision founded on arguments like not enough money, impossibility to pursue our career and studies, living in 2 different cities, apparent simplicity in doing an abortion through a pill, and maybe we are always in time to do a baby in the future.

She goes to abort within 4 weeks, through the RSU pill. It goes smoothly, although with a lot of belly pain in some moments for her. We go back home. We don’t speak for hours, both silent. In the days after we avoid the subject. The nurse at the hospital told us that usually couples realize fully what happens only some time later. She was right.

For me it happened in a subway, when I looked to a mother holding a baby. I looked at the little hand of the child holding the mother’s one. I didn’t see them, but only the hands connection. The reality opened in my guts, cutting them alive. Through that abortion, I refuse to hold that hand, I turned my shoulders to someone having part of my blood in his veins, my skin, my eyes. My face. I didn’t let that face encounter mine.

It doesn’t matter I love my girlfriend, it could have been a one night stand, that was part of me. That little hand looking for mine is haunting each and every single night. Sine one year, and it doesn’t slow down.

I once had lunch with the CEO of my company. He had a son when it was still at university, without any money, he continued to study. He said that keep the baby was the best choice of his life and formed is character more than a MBA.

You can imagine how I felt. No, I think you cannot imagine, and I hope you’ll never feel that. Being aware of you biggest life mistake. Aware you will never do something worse in life, because you can’t.

If the satisfaction, privilege, miracle, of seeing yourself in another human being is not worthy a little sacrifice, what is it, a job like millions, a diploma like millions, a house like millions?!?!? I feel ashamed for the reasons on which we based our decision upon.

Besides, I found out I have varicocele, and my fertility is very low and we will probably struggle to have children in the future.

Just don’t do my mistake, save your sleep, your conscious, yourself into another human being. Think longterm, what is the value of a little hand looking for yours.

Stefano T

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Raped Woman Regrets Her Abortion

In August of 1988 I was 18 yrs old and just graduated from a career center and high school. I found out I was pregnant by a boy I knew from school. He was 2 years older with 2 children of his own he was not supporting. He beat and raped me the entire time I knew him.

Each time I tried to get away he would follow me and attack me again. In December of that year I was diagnosed with an infection. He was also a chronic drug user who infected me. I went to have the abortion and I saw plenty of young girls just like myself giving every excuse in the world why they did not want there future to be blocked because of a MISTAKE like this. Although I was attacked and given an infection, I knew I had a life inside of me. I tried to get him prosecuted, and put the baby up for adoption. I was told by my mother that I was disgusting, I should never expose my business by trying to let anyone know of the rape. I felt dirty and ashamed. The abortion took all of five minutes and I was not allowed to see anything that was extracted. I had a never ending pain in my lower abdomen ever since. I wanted so dearly for someone to talk to me about the alternatives but everyone in the clinic thought it was best I get the procedure. By the end of the day, my money was gone, I was still ill from the infection, and the dangerous father of the child is still at large. How I regret making those decisions as a lonely young girl who removed an innocent life from existence. It is 12 years later and I’m expecting with a wonderful husband and I also have a precious 8 year old son. I would absolutely consider adoption If was facing the same problems today. NEVER ABORTION

Tonya L.

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15 Year Old Incest Victim Fought Very Hard For Her Baby Prior To Forced Abortion

I am a victim of incest; one of the “hard cases” for abortion. I was raped by my father when I was fifteen years old. It was not the first time, nor would it be the last. However, this time, I became pregnant.

One night, I became very sick and my parents took me to the hospital. (I believe now that they knew I was pregnant since they took me to a different hospital than normal.) The emergency room doctor discovered that, along with a very bad case of the flu, I was 19 weeks pregnant.

My father flew into a rage, accusing me of all sorts of things, and demanding I have an abortion. The doctor informed me that I was pregnant and asked me what I wanted. I had seen the “Silent Scream” in high school religion class and knew that abortion was murder. In spite of the pain and guilt I felt, knowing who the father of the baby was, it was far better to have a baby than the alternative – to kill it. I refused to have an abortion.

My father flew into an uncontrollable rage and demanded that I consent to the abortion, or that the doctor do it with or without my permission. The doctor refused because of my wishes. My father demanded that an abortionist be found – regardless of the cost.

Within one hour, this man arrived at the hospital, talked with my parents and decided to do the abortion, without speaking to me. I refused and tried to get off the examining table. He then asked three nurses to hold me while he strapped me to the bed and injected me with a muscle relaxant to keep me from struggling while he prepared to kill my baby. I continued to scream that I didn’t want an abortion. He told me, “Shut up and quit that yelling!” Eventually, I was placed under general anesthesia and my child was brutally killed.

I was told that an abortion would solve my problem, when it was never really the problem in the first place.

I was told, “Your parents know what’s best,” when they obviously were only concerned about their own reputations.

I was told, “You make the right decision,” when I was never given a choice. More importantly, where was my baby’s choice?

I grieve every day for my daughter. I have struggled to forget the abuse and the abortion. I can do neither. All I think of is, “I should have done more, fought more, struggled more for the life of my child.”

My situation may not be common, but I know it’s not unique either. The emotions and problems I’ve had to deal with as a result of my abortion are common. The trauma of the rape and abuse were only intensified by the abortion. The guilt of knowing my baby is dead is something I will have to live with for the rest of my life.

I was violated and betrayed over and over by my father, who God created to love and protect me. I was humiliated, hurt, and yes, violated again by the abortionist.

Why do even pro-lifers talk about making exceptions for abortion in cases of rape and incest as if that is a way to have “compassion” for the mother? Why is this the only “loving” response to the situation? I have talked with pro-lifers who consider my abortion acceptable, under the circumstances. I want to tell people, “If you really want to be compassionate, give this mother the opportunity to choose life for her child. If you really love the mothers who have been victimized, don’t let them be exploited again by someone who will make a profit from their dead child — a memory that will haunt them for the rest of their lives.”

The next time you hear of the “hard cases,” please remind people that every crisis pregnancy is difficult for the mother. If you believe these cases are hard, you’re correct — they are extremely hard for the mother. But if you choose abortion, it’s an impossible situation for the baby. The mom needs love, support and understanding, not the pain of allowing herself to be violated again in order to kill her child. Regardless of the circumstances, regardless of the pain involved, that helpless, innocent child has no voice, no defense, and no chance, unless we offer real love and real compassion to the mother.

My abortion was over five years ago. God is still healing me, but it has been a difficult fight. I hesitated to write to you because, although I’m actively pro-life, very few people know my story. It’s still very difficult to share with people, however, I wanted to encourage you in your uncompromising stand for life.

“He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.” (Psalm 147:3) God bless you.

Originally published in The Post-Abortion Review 2(1) Winter 1993.

Elliot Institute, PO Box 7348, Springfield, IL 62791-7348

Additional material is posted at www.afterabortion.org

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15 Year Old Affected By Aborted Fetus In Hospital Lab

Sharon P. worked in a pathology lab that examined the remains of aborted babies. She writes:

My exposure to abortion came when I was 15 years old. I had taken my first job in the histology lab at a hospital in San Diego. (This lab is where anything removed from the human body is examined by a pathologist.) When I walked into the lab that first day, I saw a jar with a baby in it. When I asked why it was there, the doctor told me it was an anencephalic baby that had been aborted, and since it was so unusual, they had decided to keep it. Even at that tender age, I felt that something was wrong with that – this wasn’t a frog or “specimen” – it was a baby.

It wasn’t long before I, too, learned to think of her as a “specimen.” It was the only way I could deal with my job, which included doing the “gross examination” of all the abortions that had been done on the days I worked. I was trained to identify fetal parts and placental tissue, and to determine the sex of those babies that were aborted by saline/prostaglandin injection. Very quickly I became numb to what I was doing and, while I was definitely against abortion, I was in total denial about my own feelings about the job – until I got married, and was desperate to have a baby of my own.

After 18 months of trying to get pregnant, and being subjected to infertility testing, my husband and I were finally told that we would never be able to conceive. During that time, all the feelings I’d been repressing/suppressing for six years began to come to the surface. I became very depressed, and eventually suicidal. My husband didn’t understand what I was feeling, and refused to let me quit my job. (At the time I was very angry with him, but I realize now that we were both too young and immature to handle what was happening.) Finally, in December of 1979, I admitted myself to a mental health unit of a local hospital. I was really afraid that I would hurt myself if something didn’t change.

Unfortunately, my husband still didn’t “get it,” and the staff at the hospital was very uncomfortable with why I thought I was there. I was told that it was “too upsetting to the other patients,” so I shouldn’t share what I had gone through, or how I was feeling. During my three-month stay they convinced me that my depression was really caused by my “rigid religious beliefs, a bad marriage, and a controlling family.” So – I divorced my husband, walked away from God, walked away from my family, and walked into the world, where I stayed for almost two years. I was still very depressed, and dependent on antidepressants and Valium to cope. I felt lost and alone – and crazy.

Fortunately, God never left me alone, and when I reached another “low,” I gave my life back into His care, and with His help and the help of a wonderful, compassionate church, was able to put my life back together. I put my experiences with abortion behind me, and “went on with my life.” Yet, as hard as I tried to forget it, the abortion issue haunted me.

Then, in 1983, I decided to attend a nine-month Bible school offered by my church. One of the requirements was that each student had to be involved in a ministry every week. I didn’t know what to do, so I offered to help one of the pastors on staff with whatever he needed. After a few months he offered me a ministry opportunity. The church had been approached by a crisis pregnancy center that was looking for a liaison from our church. Because of my background, he immediately thought of me. You can imagine what I thought – “You’ve got to be kidding!” He was very surprised at my response, and simply asked me to pray about it. While I agreed to pray, I silently told myself – and God – that this was not what He would want me to do!

I continued to resist even the possibility of being involved in this ministry, until the Lord spoke loudly and clearly through His Word. I had been reading through the book of Isaiah as part of my studies, and when I came to chapter 54, I felt God had written it to me: “Sing, O barren, you who have not borne! Break forth into singing, and cry aloud; you who have not labored with child! For more are the children of the desolate than the children of the married woman, says the Lord.” When I finished reading that chapter, I knew what God had called me to do.

Within six months, I was in full-time ministry as the Director of Silent Voices – not the CBC down the street, but an outreach of the church I was attending. I was still in a lot of emotional pain, but over several years, God graciously healed those hurts. As I began to read about Post Abortion Syndrome, I understood what had happened to me – I wasn’t crazy after all! The job had been crazy!

Since then, I have been blessed to be in the service of our Lord, and to see Him fulfill all the promises He made to me in Isaiah 54! While I have never remarried or had children of my own, there are hundreds of children alive who would have been aborted had Silent Voices not been there when their mothers needed help and hope.

Sharon P.

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