When I was 17, my fiance and I found out that I was pregnant. We were scared, but excited and wanted the baby. I was seen at a clinic and started on vitamins. When I told my parents, they were not as excited. Roe vs. Wade had just became law, I was due to graduate high school in four months, but back then girls couldn’t go to school pregnant. Dad called his sister who was a nurse and asked about abortions. My parents agreed that if I had this abortion, then my fiance and I could marry in the summer. So dad and I flew to Washington, DC and I underwent the abortion. I don’t remember much about it, I guess my mind just shut that out. I remember meeting an older woman in the clinic who couldn’t financially handle another child, so she was there for an abortion. True to their word, my fiance and I married in the summer. Years later, we asked God to forgive us of our sin of abortion. I believe God did forgive us and we believe we will one day meet our child in heaven. Fast forward about 25 years later after abortion (we had three children), my husband and I realized we needed to ask my parents to forgive us for what we put them thru. I’ll never forget my dad’s response: “So you don’t hate me for what decision I made”? All those years he wondered that and I never thought of how they felt. I loved my parents. I told them, “No, of course not”! We love you. Now I realize, we need to ask our baby for forgiveness. I’ve kept this secret locked away in the closet of my heart for 50 years, and now believe God will use this for his purpose.
Deb
