Blogging has been such a blessing to my life. Through blogging, I've met some incredible women I'd have never met otherwise. One of those dear ladies, Tiffany, is Guest blogging today. This is a special post as it is my 400th and I can't think of a better topic for such an important post. Please click over to her blog and have some Tea with Tiffany. President Obama, abortion is not a healthy choice for Americans. I am begging you to reconsider your position with this moral topic.
I will try my best to put words to my "choice."
At nineteen years old, I chose abortion. Sure, I could blame my boyfriend for not wanting the baby, but ultimately it was my choice. The worst choice I’ve ever made. I was too afraid to walk alone—pregnant.
In order to step into a cold, sterile abortion clinic, I had to emotionally die first. I don’t care what a woman’s beliefs are she cannot go through this procedure without a haunting that follows.
I know.
Sure, I tried to forget and move on with my life, but inside I couldn’t shake the reality of choosing death.
Death carries a sting.
Like a branding iron to my heart, I was wounded and forever scarred. Marked by my so called “choice.”
President Obama, you have two girls, can you honestly look into their eyes and say had they been conceived at a time other than your preferred choice that they don’t deserve a chance to live? a chance to change the world? to make a difference?
President Obama, have you ever sat through an abortion procedure? Have you seen the graphic images? Do you know how women are treated? Have you heard the moaning of a mom-to-be who sobbed for hours afterward? What words could you possibly say to comfort her? None. The river of regret and shame runs too deep for words to penetrate.
I know.
President Obama, are you aware of Post-Abortion Syndrome(PAS)? Are you willing to comfort your girls should they decide to choose abortion someday? Because should abortion still be legal and an option, they will suffer. Even if from the outside she appears like she made it through unscathed, she is not okay. Something is bleeding underneath the surface.
I know.
My decision from almost two decades ago affected my marriage bed and relationship, my emotional well being every fall (the time of year I had my abortion), my ability to look deeply into the eyes of a newborn, and the way I morally view myself. It's a choice that keeps on giving. Giving death!
This “choice” comes with a price tag. A price tag I don’t want one more woman to pay.
Every woman who has had an abortion will one day have to look honestly into her reflection of her choices. Choosing death is not an image she should have look at and carry in her heart.
Choosing life is an image worth gazing at. Watching a baby grow up is an amazing experience.
I know.
My two children, Justin and Hannah, are nothing but gifts to me. Not mistakes. Not punishment. Nothing can replace their faces, voices, words, tears, smiles, giggles, songs, talents, or their caring hearts. Their lives are impressed deeply into my heart. And so is a baby who never had a chance. A baby I love and will never forget. A baby named “Grace.”
Thank you Tiffany for sharing from your heart and passion. If you are suffering from Post Abortion Syndrome, please know there is healing and forgiveness through Jesus Christ our Savior. Run into His arms and receive the forgiveness He so readily gives. Please also check out the abortion recovery resources on my sidebar.
