I became pregnant the first time I had intercourse.
I became pregnant the first time I had intercourse. I was 20. For all my maturity at that tender time in my life, I might as well have been 12 years old. An undergraduate student, I was in my third year, on my fourth major, and in love with a fly-boy co-ed. I had an abortion. Abortion changed me in many ways, most of which I didn’t see at the time. I look back and see the mistakes, self-punishment, and poor judgement in the years that followed abortion. I was 60 by the time I truly sought healing. It’s different for everyone and it is never too late to heal from abortion. I had not the ability to heal myself. I doubt anyone does. I was driven beyond reason to find help. I believe that drive was the Holy Spirit willing me along, getting me out of bed one night at 2 a.m. to continue my search for healing. And so it began several years ago. A nonpracticing Christian at the time, I knew God had forgiven me long, long ago and I chose a faith-based healing journey. I’ve learned He not only forgives but takes away the guilt and shame of abortion. God has healed me in ways I didn’t know I needed or ever imagined were possible. I still have sorrow for what might have been for me and my child here on this earth and I am hopeful for what is to be. My joyful walk with Him continues.