At the age of 19, 1 found myself pregnant; and since I had found out after
the time of conception (but before the realization of the pregnancy) that the
father had taken some drug in the form of a pill that "made the white lines of
the highway look like clouds," I thought I had no choice but to terminate the
pregnancy. Guided by guilt and fear, my warped sense of reason told me that the
baby could not possibly have been normal and therefore I had to abort it.
At this time in my life I had been drifting farther and farther way from God.
The world was pulling for my attention to make something out of the "nothing" l
believed myself to be. I was very detached from any emotion about this abortion
because I was clinging, out of guilt and fear, to this belief that I really had
no choice. So I had very little remorse, only a strange sort of numbness about
the whole thing. For the next six or so years, my life went on with sin upon sin
upon sin doing things that the "master of lies" told me would build me up, make
me feel important and special, but they only continued to pull me down and make
me feel more and more empty.
Then I met the man who would become my husband, and after several years we
were engaged to be married. I began to go to church again in preparation for my
marriage; it seemed the right thing to do. We were married, and I
soon became pregnant. I went to church more regularly to pray that this baby
would be all right (because I felt I really didn't deserve to have a perfect
baby). Well this baby was perfect! And as I held this beautiful baby in my arms,
I felt God's unconditional love for me … nothing had ever meant so much or had
filled me with such a sense of meaning or draw out my love as much as that
precious little baby. God was beginning to bring me home to His loving arms.
Satan became angry and I felt his pull … one night as I held my baby I felt
Satan say to me, "This baby is so defenseless and so small and you are so strong
and powerful that you could suffocate this baby so very easily"… I was shocked
at this thought in my head and I thought, "This can't be me thinking this way!
What kind of a mother could I be if I could have a thought like this! God Help
Me!" Then I looked at my beautiful baby again and a sense of Peace came over me
and I said, "I will never harm this baby. This baby is a miracle, a gift from
God and I will Love him and care for him forever!" (Don't you think this may be
one reason for postpartum depression? - Along with the very delicate hormonal
and emotional state a woman is in; a spiritual war takes place probably caused
by Satan's anger at God's pure Love that baby brings into a
mother's life … Well that's my interpretation of what happened to me since I
became more aware of the spiritual reality of life.)
Last year, by the Grace of God, I came out of my spiritual coma. I went to my
first healing Mass, and not understanding the need for spiritual healings I
assumed I needed to decide what I would ask to be healed from. Since I have no
physical illnesses (that I know of), I decided that I would ask to have my eyes
healed. I am very nearsighted and can not function without glasses or contact
lenses. Then I thought, "That's very selfish, there are people who are blind and
here I am asking for my sight to be made better... I'll just ask to "See" God's
Will for my life. Well, among some other amazing things leading up to the laying
on of hands, which made me forget about myself and pray for two other people
very sincerely and focused, already thanking God for the miracles he had
performed by getting them there that night, I was "slain in the Spirit" and as I
lay on the floor my eyelid started to twitch and then twitch in another spot and
then again in the other eye and then more and more until my eyes were twitching
like crazy. I felt this and thought, "THIS IS REALLY NEAT! My eyes are being
healed!". Well, my physical eyesight was not healed that night or any other
night, but I believe, my spiritual eyes were beginning to be healed, because,
since that time I have had such a strong desire to read about my faith, learn,
pray, and better participate in the Mass and just grow as a Catholic. Soon after
that Healing Mass, I attended a "Life in the Spirit" Seminar, which strengthened
my desire. The Holy Spirit, I believe, has led my desire along a path of
believing in the Real Presence of Jesus in the Eucharist, the importance of
confession, the reality of graces obtained in the sacraments, the value of
sitting before the Blessed Sacrament, the Rosary, Divine Mercy, the importance
of praying for the dead, what it means to be a true Catholic, and where I am
now, realizing how totally ungrateful I am and how indifferent I am and what a
miserable sinner I am, having so many sins to overcome and virtues to pray for
and work toward, to be blessed with God's Grace to realize these truths and
still not act on them enough. (May God have mercy on my soul).
(I should add that my husband thinks I'm nuts, he was very irritated with me,
at first , that I went from going to church less than every Sunday to this
"Obsession". He apparently had been aware of some men through work that had
become "weird born-again" people, one had left his family to live in a commune,
etc. I assured him that that behavior didn't sound Christian to me at all and
that my faith should make me a better wife and mother if I change at all. He has
since calmed down about it but he thinks I over do it with the children; saying
grace before "every" meal and saying four short prayers before bed. He does say
The Our Father and Hail Mary with the children before bed so I am grateful for
that. (my goal is to say a family Rosary). He is a very good man, but is still
blinded by the world to our spiritual reality and I hate the sin but love the
sinner.
One day I was informed by one of my co-volunteers, that a thoughtful
parishioner had donated a selection of Pro-Life videos. I had heard about some
of these videos and decided that I should watch them so I could accurately
explain to people who inquired what they were about. I thought I could "handle"
these videos, after all, I had confessed this sin long ago (although, I had
never believed that I had "felt" quite contrite enough for this sin). I watched
two videos the first night, "The Abortion Providers" and "The Hard Truth". I
CRIED… I was numb, VERY NUMB, went to sleep numb, I couldn't even think, the
horror of what I had done kept flashing back in my mind. In the morning, I got
the children ready, my son for kindergarten and my daughter to go with me to
morning Mass. As I looked at them eating breakfast I said to myself, "I don't
deserve them, after what I have done." Flashbacks from those videos kept on
running through my head. I felt coldly numb, as if I were falling down a black
hole and I started to despair, almost thinking that I didn't deserve to get out
of that hole. I felt like that horrible cold numbness and approaching despair
was suffocating me, wanting to drive me insane. I believe this was Satan,
leading, me into despair and down that black hole …but by Gods grace I was able
to reach out... I said "God, -You have to help me, I don't know how I can go on
living my life, how can I look at my children each day and not think of the
child that I killed? How will I ever be able to be happy again? " .. .. and I
opened up my Bible. I just opened the Bible and looked at the page and my eyes
fell I on Jeremiah 2115-20 and I read:
End of Rachel's mourning
Thus says the LORD.- In Ramah is heard the sound of moaning, of bitter
weeping! Rachel mourns her children, she refuses to be consoled because her
children are no more. Thus says the LORD, Cease your cries of mourning, wipe
the tears from your eyes. The sorrow you have shown shall have its reward,
says the LORD, they shall return from the enemy's land. There is hope for
your future, says the LORD: your sons shall return to their own borders.
I hear, I hear Ephraim pleading: You chastised me, and I am chastened, I was
an untamed calf. If you allow me I will return , for you are the LORD, my God. I
turn in repentance; I have come to myself, I strike my breast, I blush with
shame, I bear the disgrace of my youth. Is Ephraim not my favored son, the child
in whom I delight often as I threaten him, I still remember him with favor; My
heart stirs for him, I must show him mercy, says the LORD."
Although now I see what a grace this was, at that very emotional moment
it didn't fully sink in. I went to morning Mass and cried all the way
through it. After Mass I couldn't stop crying… a friend of mine came over
and I shared what had happened, she was a blessing, another grace sent by
God in his mercy. The next day she brought me a book "An Invitation to
Healing" written by Fr. Peter McCall and Maryanne Lacy, who run a Healing
ministry "House of Peace" in Bronx, New York. This book helped me to (begin
to) understand God's unconditional love for us. (I have since read their
second book, "Rise and be healed", which speaks about everyone's need to be
healed about so many things in our lives.)
You know, I've been thinking about what happened and I know it was no
accident that I was strangely numb about my abortion all those years, I believe
it was God protecting me from the horror of my sin until I was ready to turn to
him to be healed of it and to be able to accept his forgiveness. It was a
blessing and He is always so gentle and loving. I know now that He watches over
all His sheep and He will protect the next woman who wants to grow in Him as He
has protected me, He has His reasons and His timing is perfect ... And I thank
Him for His perfect plan of salvation in each one of our lives. Let us always
seek to yield to His Holy Will.