Psalm 139:13
Psalm 139:13
"For You formed my innermost parts;
You knit me [together] in my mother’s womb"
"For You formed my innermost parts;
You knit me [together] in my mother’s womb"
My Testimony
The Rugged Road
Life is beautiful, but for most of my adult life, I traveled down a very rugged, parched road of living wildly and without regard to morals and Godly living. The road did not seem so bad when I first started down the many paths of worldliness and pleasures of the flesh. I knew God, I had even accepted Jesus as my Lord and Savior but I kept on "trucking along" the road of desire and stayed on course for many years. I ignored the things of the Lord and continued to satisfy the flesh. This led me to turn deeper into the thickets and muddy paths that took me to where I never thought I would go.
Because of my lifestyle, I ended up pregnant and chose to have an abortion out of fear, shame, and irresponsibility. It was just easier and no one had to know about the abortion. I was ashamed and knew it wasn’t right, but I went through with it anyway. I didn’t know what shame truly felt like until after I had the abortion. It was like wearing a heavy cloak of iron that weighed me down. I was mingled with guilt, self-hatred and a lot of anxiety with wishing that I could just end my life. I had two young children at the time and it was because of my love for them that I did not end my life. I continued on pretending everything was okay but my emotions were a wave of ups and downs. I walked away from God and thought since I had an abortion, how could He love me? I didn’t know how to get off the rugged, dark road but one day I did find my way back.
The Path of Recovery
One day after years of struggling on this dangerous path, God in His mercy came to my aid. It was a workday and I stopped at a Wawa store to get some coffee. As I was getting into my car, I noticed a bumper sticker on a car that was pulling away. It read "Hurting from Abortion? We can help." I ran up to the car, knocked on the driver's window, she smiled and rolled down her window. I immediately told her that I wanted to know about the bumper sticker and that I had an abortion many years ago and that I desperately needed help. That bumper sticker was God's love calling me back to Him. I went to the support group, determined to seek help and healing. After 7 weeks of emptying my heart out along with 6 other women, I found the burdens of grief, shame, guilt and self-hatred being lifted off of me. We read the Bible, prayed and encouraged each other. We even had a memorial service for our babies which are now in heaven. God was there waiting for me the entire time. He never left. I became a new person. Several years later, I finally told my adult children about the abortion and then gave my testimony at my church. (Life Church in Williamstown, NJ)
On the Mountain Top
The Lord set me on a new height. "I waited patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in Him." - Psalm 40:1-3 (NIV) Because of God healing me, I had a strong desire to become a group facilitator. I received training and now I am able to offer a support group for women and men with PAS (Post Abortion Syndrome).
This is my passion. This is my calling. I am here for anyone who has had an abortion or for those taking part in helping or encouraging another person to have the abortion. I am here for all those who are suffering from the pain and anguish of PAS (Post Abortion Syndrome). You can find healing and be set free whether you had one or more abortions. Just know that this is a site for women and men of all ages without judgement. I offer you support, love and prayer.
This website however, is not intended to replace professional counseling from a board-certified counselor for those seeking professional help.
May God's healing restore your life with peace and joy.