|VICTIMS OF ABORTION SPEAK OUT
THE VOICE OF EXPERIENCE
"Testimony of An Aborted Woman Set Free"
|1971 A young woman lay on a cold, steel operating table in a Los Angeles clinic. As a nurse checked her vital signs and ad-ministered anesthesia, her legs were spread apart and placed in metal stirrups. The very moment she lay on that surgical table, she knew something was terribly wrong. She tried to analyze her life. She even wondered what she was doing there, so far from home. Yet, she believed that abortion was the only solution to a crisis situation. When the 21-year-old woke up from the procedure, she was no longer pregnant. Although her abortion lasted only a few minutes, her pain, both physical and psycho-logical, would last for many years to come. Out of desperation, she had made a fatal mistake. This is her story, and the story of countless thousands of women who have experienced, firsthand, the trauma of an abortion, and have lived to regret it. - Eva Marie Stover|
|I aborted my child, several years ago, a young woman, naive, I felt all alone.
Desperation, my companion, confused and scared; inwardly I was dying, and I felt nobody cared.
The only voices I heard chanted nothing short of "It's your life, your career... for convenience sake, abort!"
Turbulent of mind, and no alternatives in view, I finally gave in, not knowing what else to do.
On a cold steel table, sedated, shivering, I heard the anguished cries of a woman, and of a suctioning machine.
I pulled myself up and tried to get away, while voices all around me commanded me to stay.
The woman screamed louder; shock waves filled the air. Suddenly, all is silent; no more screaming anywhere.
"Dear GOD," I whispered, "what terrible thing have I done?" I realized too late, I'd taken the life of my precious son.
Standing above me was my child's merciless killer, Satan's cohort, in the guise of a healer. I was weak and nauseated;
Still, he told me I could leave. "Take these pills in case of infection," he said. "How does it feel to be free?"
How, in an instant, could I hate such a man! Clearly, he was my enemy, and never my friend.
My baby's father was waiting for me outside. I wanted no more to do with him. My love for him quickly died.
Anger and bitterness soon entered my life; hatred, unforgiveness, spiritual strife, hatred of self, of men, of all.
Thoughts of suicide, then of withdrawal. Stomach disorders, hysterectomy -- all for the sake of "Liberty".
I drank all day, and through the night; in vain, I sought to end my life.
I cried for my baby, through many long years; my breasts ached to nurse him, my arms to hold him near.
I was poor, wretched, blind; I was bound and not free. From a cold, dark tomb of despair, I cried, "GOD have mercy on me!"
I was so very sorry for all the wrong I had done. Tired, weak and weary, I no longer desired to run. In that very instant,
He came and filled me with His light. Somehow I knew, from that day forward, He would make all things right.
It was then I became a brand "New" creation! Old things were passed away; I was on the road to healing and restoration.
Years later, the LORD appeared to me in a vision, and with closed eyes, I could see He was tenderly enfolding my baby,
and very lovingly handed him to me. I was allowed by GOD, to hold him for a moment, yet it seemed like an eternity.
Then smiling, He whispered, "See, My child, you have lost nothing in Me". Years of grief turned to joy, then to laughter --
My baby was alive, and not dead. Great release flooded my heart with new gladness, as I clung to the words that He said:
"Many are the lost, the hurting, the wounded, in desperate need of My healing touch,
bound fast in tight grave clothes by sins of the past. They need to know that I love them so much:
Go now, and loose them. Let My mercy and compassion rule your heart.
Go and tell them what I've done in your life, and I promise I'll do My part.
For the Spirit of the LORD GOD is upon you, to the opening up of prison gates to them that are bound,
for I came to seek and save those that are lost, that they, too, might one day be found."
(Jeremiah 31:15-17; Isaiah 61:1-3; Psalm 30:11-12; 126:3; Matthew 5:4, 9:9-13; Luke 7:36-50; John 3:16-17;
Romans 12:15; II Corinthians 1:3-4, 5:17-19; I John 1:9; Revelations 7:17; 21:4-6)
|"Fear not, for you shall not be ashamed; neither be confounded and depressed, for you shall not be put to shame; for you shall
forget the shame of your youth; and you shall not remember the reporach of your widowhood any more" [Isaiah 54:].
|"Blessed be the GOD and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and the GOD of all comfort, Who comforts us in all our afflictions so that we may
be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted of GOD" - II Corinthians 1:3-4