"Testimony of An Aborted Woman
Set Free"

by Eva Marie Stover
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  ain, both  physical  and  psychological,  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.
1971
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 G-d," 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, "G-d 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 L-rd  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 G-d, 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 L-rd G-d is upon you, to the opening 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."



SCRIPTURE READINGS:

(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)
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