Reclaiming Our Children: A Blog About Healing After Abortion

For most people the 4th of July means cookouts,  fireworks, and the celebration of the Independence of America. For me, it was a day if torment, a major abortion connector; the day I know I got pregnant.

Yes, I know the exact day, and I would be lying if I did not say that not a year goes by that I do not think of it, but the way I think about it has changed.

For most, thoughts of independence emerge around this holiday.  But, for me, the thoughts were of the beginning of years of enslavement because of the abortion I was coerced into. Little did I know my life would change forever because of the decisions I made that night.

A lot has happened since that day over 4 decades  ago. I have grown and through God's grace have found healing and have been blessed in so many ways. I do not cringe anymore when I think of the 4th, but instead, I think lovingly of my unborn son, who I know I will meet one day and who, in a spiritual sense, is now with me every day.

We all have our abortion "connectors." What is important to remember is that although they may have caused nothing but torment before, they can evolve into a means of grace, and bring a freedom to our hearts through healing. So, although I will always remember the 4th of July as the day Joshua was conceived, I am now free from the enslavement of abortion, and have the independence to freely enjoy the cookouts and fireworks in the sky, knowing it is only a matter of time until we are together with Christ.