I’m continuing with the thoughts of one grandmother who lost her grandchild to an abortion.
She enjoyed the company of her son’s girlfriend, and from time to time she would share with this young woman about her abortion. She let her know how it had affected her and those closes to her. I remember looking into her eyes, and seeing the pain of hopelessness as grandmother’s voice became shaky speaking these words “I wish that I could have had just a few minutes with her. I know all she sees right now is a situation and that this is the best solution.” “You see, I thought the same thing. My life was going places and nothing was going to stop me.”
I could see the tears gently falling down her cheeks has she continued, “But you know, my life stopped the minute I placed my feet on the floor of that clinc after my abortion.” “I knew I had stopped a beating heart and I couldn’t undo it.”Then in a whisper, she said, “I thought I’d never be holding on to this secret, again.”
The words that you are about read came from her journal, with her permission.
It’s over. Yesterday your life ended. I tried to convince your daddy that there
was a better way. I pray that your death will not be in vain, but will one day
bring you daddy and mommy to the Cross. Oh, the Cross… is a beautiful place to
find rest and forgiveness.
Your mommy and dadddy couldn’t see beyond the circumstance. I think they believed it
was better to not hold you, then to have held you only to place you in someone
else arms.
I know the fear they were feeling and the voice that convinced me that there
was no other way, so many years ago. I have mourned for many years for the
child I’ll never hold because of my abortion. There are times I wonder about
all the plans God had for my child and now, I will wonder about you…little one.
Psalm 139:13
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
