Reclaiming Our Children: A Blog About Healing After Abortion

I think many of us have had this idea of climbing the ladder to heaven – making ourselves holy and we will meet Jesus at the top of the ladder, in heaven, but the complete opposite is true.

We meet Jesus in our poverty. We do not ascend to Him, He descends into our misery. We do not have to be a certain way…He comes to where we are in all our weakness and woundedness.

St Therese speaks of it this way

“You know that I have always wanted to be a Saint; but compared with real Saints, I know perfectly well that I am no more like them than a grain of sand trodden beneath the feet of passers-by is like a mountain with its summit lost in the clouds.

Instead of allowing this to discourage me, I say to myself: ‘God would never inspire me with desires which cannot be realized; so, in spite of my littleness, I can hope to be a Saint.  I could never grow up.  I must put up with myself as I am, full of imperfections, but I will find a little way to Heaven, very short and direct, an entirely new way.’

‘We live in the age of inventions now, and the wealthy no longer have to take the trouble to climb the stairs; they take an elevator.  That is what I must find, an elevator to take me straight up to Jesus, because I am too little to climb the steep stairway of perfection.’

…Your arms, My Jesus, are the elevator which will take me up to Heaven.

The wounds of our abortion and other areas of our life may seem like things we have to get rid of, but I am learning instead that they are things we need to embrace. Not to beat ourselves up, but to stand before Him in the truth of who we are, truth and out of love and trust for Him. They become a constant reminder of our dependence on Him and His love and mercy for us. A love so deep it caused this (the picture) An emptiness only He can fill.