I recently read an article that brought up a lot of my past experiences.
My mom aborted when I was 8ish… she’d had two boyfriends at the same time. I don’t think she knew who’s baby it was, though she made sure one guy paid for it.
One fella, a really nice guy, ( a sinner but ‘nice’ to me) was a ‘black’ guy -I don’t think she wanted a ‘mixed’ baby. I know my grandmother did not, she made that clear by asking me if I knew if it was ‘his’. And the other was a royal jerk that ended up moving in… anyway! She aborted this baby and I was fully aware of it. I had to help her a lot the days after the abortion, while she recovered… I had two little sisters from the man she’d just divorced they were 2ish, 3ish.Then when I was older it hit me really hard that she decided which ones were ‘worth keeping’ and which ones were not.
She was never sorry for doing it. She always claimed she just couldn’t do the ’single parent thing’ and have another pregnancy, baby… never outwardly remorseful in the least when I asked her. She could not muster any emotional opposition to murder of her own grandchild when my dear sister was in the similar position and heavily contemplating an abortion… mom didn’t persuade her to do it, but she didn’t really try hard to persuade her not to either. I had gotten mom and sis, through God’s grace, to go to a CPC to see the heart beating and everything, but she still did it. Sis had an abortion at 8 weeks gestation. I will never ever forget seeing that heartbeat and telling her “congratulations you are a mommy…”
Sure enough mom brought them by because of course she felt I should see my sister from out of town before she went back. All they talked about was being hungry! And how they were going out to eat! I could bearly look them in the face. I didn’t hate them, but I so hated what they did that I was emotionally sick and could not over ride the ‘feelings.’It was a black day.
A few months later the Lord moved us away from my family to another city. I was in a lot of depression because I couldn’t shake the experiences from prior to moving. One of the things that haunted my mind was that that baby could have lived… I saw the heart beating.
The lady that was there said “no” but that she had aborted her baby years earlier and her teenage children, that she’d recently confessed her act to, were very upset and had many of the same thoughts and questions.
They too felt that their mother couldn’t possibly love them, as they had always thought she did, if she could kill a sibling.
This mom was remorseful and a believer and that was comforting to know, but I left there wondering how many billions of other people in this world have had real heartache from the murder of a baby in their lives.
And I kept thinking how ABORTION has power through the generations.
If you can’t teach your kids that life is to be protected, then outside of GOD’s work in their hearts, how do they resist the inclination to kill for their own convenience? You need to teach respect of life through your own actions as well as your words and God’s words.
I am so glad we moved away. We were freed from the social constrains all around us, inside and outside of the church, to not get pregnant again. When we next conceived we were so joyful. The baby didn’t stay with us long, but that wasn’t the point. We learned more about the sovereignty of God. We conceived again 5 month later and were given our first little girl! We experienced two more early losses before we were given our youngest son and yet another early loss this fall.
Blessed is the man that trusteth in the LORD, and whose hope the LORD is.For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green; and shall not be careful in the year of drought, neither shall cease from yeilding fruit


