Mother’s Day is painful for many people, for the bereaved, the childless, and those who suffer from post-abortion grief.
Not long so, my husband and I visited a friend in his home. Though he’s been married more than once, he has no children. Speaking of that fact, he got a little misty-eyed. Then he pointed to a memento sitting atop his TV: a ceramic baby booty. He said it represents a baby he fathered that the mother didn’t allow to come to birth.
I saw the tear in our friend’s eye. And I heard the wistfulness in his voice when he told me he believed this child of his would meet in Heaven.
I was touched by the emotions of this man, over something that happened decades ago.
If you believe, as many Christians do, that babies and young children who die before the age of accountability go to Heaven; and if you believe that unborn babies are persons with eternal souls; then you believe as I do that all those aborted babies will be in Heaven. Perhaps they’ve been growing and developing in the nurture of Jesus and loving saints. Then, what a host of beloved children are waiting there.
Our friend obviously believes and hopes to meet his one child someday in the heavenly realms.
One of the contributors to Journeys to Mother Love, Kyleen Stevenson-Braxton, has written movingly about her post-abortion experiences and healing. To our friend and to Kyleen, and to the many women and men who chose abortion when they felt trapped, hopeless, and helpless … the Lord of mercy and grace has healing, hope, and restoration for you. And He is taking care of your child. May that thought give you comfort this Mother’s Day.
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The emotions that can lead to—and result from—the choice of an abortion, are expressed in this video trailer for the novel Katie’s Choice, by Tracy Langford:
My situation is similar to that of the misty-eyed gentleman. My one-and-only-grandchild-to-be was aborted, bringing to an end our branch of my husband’s family’s name. It is a sadness I carry with me all the time.
I’m so sorry for your loss, Ellen. A writer never knows who will be touched by a piece they write like this. I’m sure you also cherish a similar hope as the gentleman mentioned.
Many of us will never comprehend the degree of loss that surrounds us–unspoken but in broken hearts. God bless! Thanks for writing!