
I wasn’t prepared to peel back another layer of an onion I thought I had worked through. I wasn’t prepared to walk out the forgiveness I gave without any acknowledgment. I wasn’t prepared for all the feelings that would erupt with one simple question. I wasn’t prepared for the lack of remembrance or the disregard of something so tragic. I wasn’t prepared to realized that I was for sure the one who carried the remorse, the hurt, the emptiness and guilt from “our” choice all these years. I had assumed but it was confirmed with one innocent statement. I sit completely numb trying to hold back the rage that races through my veins. I hold back on my petty comebacks and wanting to jab back with revenge filled one liner. I am holding back on spilling out and bursting open old wounds. Simply because I know, it would mean nothing. It would fix nothing. It would change nothing.
What are you suppose to do with that?
How are you suppose to process that?
Lord what do you want to heal in that?
Just another layer of realizing we all have very different journeys in life. Even things that you experience with someone can be processed so differently. Lord help me to stay humble and not get angry. Help me to be filled with compassion and not let this derail me.
Even though I am the one still remembering every moment of those days. I want to use this chapter of my story to honor God. Bring glory to him. Because it’s only because of Him I have been able to forgive myself for that choice. It’s only because of God I have been able to love on other women who’ve walked through similar journeys to find healing and freedom from shame.
Even though I was caught off guard and not fully prepared to walk through another layer of healing but God.
I chose to not harp on the pain from the abortion and the trauma of that day that has tormented me in the past but to focus on remembering that God has brought me out of shame and he has restored in me joy.
My sweet Kinsley, may your life be honored by the rawness of our story and allowing God to use it to minister to others, to expose truth that is buried under the lies the world tells about abortion and shatter shame that keeps women from healing.
I may not have been prepared to face a new layer of healing but God loves me enough to keep me digging out roots that can cause harm in me.
God loves you enough to let you know you’re seen, heard and loved.
Just know you have a friend in me if you’ve walked a similar journey. You are not alone.



