My family was directly affected by abortion. My parents struggled with the choices they made twenty years prior. I was always aware of a tension between my parents when I was younger. I could not understand or explain it. I often remember my mom yelling at my dad for stupid reasons, and these shouting matches escalated over the years. My mom did not seem to have much respect or love for my dad. I wondered as a child, what had he done that was so bad that he deserved such verbal abuse? My siblings and I were constantly on edge. We never knew what mood our folks might be in that particular day and we wondered how much longer our parents could stand each other. I remember a day when my sister and I were deciding who we would like to live with when our parents got divorced. I hated thinking about that and feeling really scared.
I later learned it was not what my father had done, but what they had done together. Three abortions had taken their toll on my parents and our family. Anger, bitterness, unforgiveness, relentless guilt, and shame had damaged their relationship. There was no peace or joy; only an atmosphere marred with pain and hopelessness. It was unbearable.
Added to that was the realization that I have four dead siblings that I will never know this side of Heaven. (One sibling died by miscarriage because of the other three abortions.) My own feelings towards my parents’ generation for the significant loss of my generation ran high for a long time and had to be sorted out. I am glad that I am finally over that hurdle.
If my mom and dad had not received healing from all the emotional scars they endured, I am positive that I would be another statistic in the headlines. We would be a broken home instead of one filled with love, laughter, joy and peace. Because my parents became whole, our household became whole.
This transformation can be achieved only when truth is told and healing is accomplished. The sooner help is found, the easier it will be to unwrap the layers and begin a life of complete freedom.