Later this week, I'll post how we mark the occasion in our home.
But today - today, there's something I need to say.
This morning, a friend of mine spoke from the pulpit.
Because she is the one who you may not know about, who you may not consider a casualty of the pro-abortion movement.
She was the 19-year old young woman who had an abortion. Who grew up, got married, and gave birth to children. The perfect life. On the outside.
But lived with the grief and hurt and self-loathing. And the knowledge that she, the giver of life, had willingly taken a life. Of her child.
And I need to tell you something. And she would want you to know.
If you are her, if you are the silent one, if you are one of the women whose heart and life are aching and you need help.
Please. Please know this.
God loves you.
Please call your local crisis pregnancy center. They can help.
My friend has found comfort, and forgiveness, and courage to move on and heal. She is beginning the process to become a counselor for post-abortive women.
I am so proud of her.
And I am so in awe of our great and awesome God.
A God who promises. . . .
to grant to those who mourn in Zion—
to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes,
the oil of gladness instead of mourning,
the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; that they may be called oaks of righteousness,
the planting of the LORD, that he may be glorified.