August 13, 2003
21 years old,
I had an abortion.
I was 12 weeks pregnant,
despite the ultrasound,
her heart beating with life,
I killed my own child.
I woke up in a chair,
a nurse feeding me cookies,
telling me to rub my stomach
so clots would come out of my womb.
Lifeless.
Everything was numb.
I realized then that I was dead.
I was always dead and
I just didn't know.
I had no hope.
It took a long time for Him to resuscitate me,
but, Jesus brought me to life.
He saved me.
He gave me a gift,
a value above what I deserve.
He set before me a hope.
He holds my child in His arms.
While I serve Him I wait,
to see them both
and to be given a new name.
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