SIDEWALK CHRONICLES: The Post Abortive Life of the Prolifer in the Abortion Wars

I stand with many people on the sidewalk from other walks of life, religions, and why they come to the battle ground of the abortion wars. We each have our own story, mine is unique…so is yours.

All I can do is give an account of what it is like to be post abortive from my perspective and in the line of fire.

Let me start off with GOD IS GOOD! I couldn’t do any of this without His mercy and grace. While I did not have the strength to overcome from my own family, I have a heavenly Father who loves and forgives and WANTS me to overcome, “If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow Me,” [Matthew 16:24]. I had to first deny myself – who I WAS without Christ – and pick up the cross that no one else will and be the disciple I am meant to be. 

OSAscreenshotfuneral1As I continue along in these abortion wars on and off the sidewalk, people ask me what it’s like to be post abortive. I’ve always found this hard to explain but today I had a revelation that explains it fully. I came across a new Operation Save America video from their last national event in New Orleans. The event included an aborted child’s funeral in Jackson Square. A young man was carrying this tiny casket…and there it was.

Post Abortive women carry this tiny but very heavy casket of their own aborted child [or children] everywhere they go. The weight of it is incredible; the casket not only has our dead child in it, but it also has all of the regret, shame, guilt and self-hatred with it.

Every day without Christ, the tiny white casket gets heavier and heavier. There are days when we really think everyone else can see it and THAT is excruciatingly painful. It’s like the scarlet letter, out loud and for everyone to mock and scorn.

With Christ the burden is lighter but still there, it was my own sin that led me down a path to being post abortive. Because of the loving kindness of a risen Savior, I can now be the soldier in the war to stop what killed my unborn child. My scarlet letter will always be there but I wear it differently – my pain can keep another from taking a step down the same path.

On the sidewalk, we openly tell people what abortion is, what it will do today and what it will do in the future. There are no lies and no exaggerations, only truth and the Gospel. OSAscreenshotfuneral2

During the funeral, Father Frank Pavone said it best: “Because they were killed in secret, we will honor them in the broad of day. Because after all, the killing of these children by abortion is promoted and advertised publicly; well therefore we are going to honor them publicly.”

I publicly honor my child every day I am on the sidewalk. THAT is how I heal from abortion.

Trust in the Lord with all your heart,
And lean not on your own understanding;
 In all your ways acknowledge Him,
And He shall direct your paths.” Psalm 3:5-6

Special thanks to Operation Save America, Fr. Frank Pavone, and Stand True AND my husband for honoring the children lost to abortion.

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