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The Journey In Overcoming
I will never “get over this,” but I have gotten through it—through struggles with the world, with myself, and even with God, through moments of brokenness and pain, through tests of obedience and faith, through feelings of shame, doubt and fear. Although my experience as an abortion attempt survivor is unique, I know that my overall experiences as a human being are common to yours. It is my hope and I believe God’s plan, for you to learn from my experiences and to learn, to heal, and to be transformed in ways that you never thought were possible.
Abortion and Gendercide-The Question isn’t Why but Why Not In Our World
How do we draw the line in the sand to protect and respect women at one point in their lives when we fail to protect and respect women at their most vulnerable point: developing in the womb?
No, the “why” of my mother’s abortion may not matter, but with the very existence of sex-selective abortions, with the failure of members of the House to vote in favor of PRENDA, the greater question when it comes to abortion has now become “why not?”
Two Months and Ten Survivors Later…
Although every survivor and their experience is unique, I wanted to take a moment to share with you some of the similarities that I’ve found within all of our lives to give you a glimpse into what it’s like in the life of an abortion survivor.
The Abortion Survivors Network–The Other “October Babies”
Did you know that based loosely on figures by the Centers for Disease Control, there are an estimated 44,000 abortion survivors in the United States alone? (visit http://realchoice.blogspot.com/2011/10/why-not-ask-people-who-really-know.html for more information on this data).
Yet abortion providers and supporters routinely attempt to discredit and dismiss stories our lives, our stories on the premise that we “can’t be real,” we “must be lying.” And those are the ones that appropriate for you to read. Many are much more offensive, as you may have read in a recent article posted this week on LifeNews.
There Is No ‘Going to Disneyland’ After Abortion
“Why can’t I just go to a show with Olivia and enjoy myself?” I questioned. “Why can’t my life just ever be normal?” Why? Because after an abortion, there is no “going to Disneyland,” like the old catchphrase goes.
Life on the Rock
Just a reminder that I will be a guest on a pre-recorded show of Life on the Rock on EWTN, this Thursday, March 1st at 10 PM. For more information on the show that is hosted by Father Mark and Doug Barry, click on this link: http://www.ewtn.com/everywhere More blog...
Pause for Thanks in Preparation of the March for Life
I can tell you that whether I am there marching alongside you, or I am somewhere else speaking, it brings truly genuine tears to my eyes to see and hear of the number of individuals in attendance, it touches a place deep inside of my soul to know that you are there, taking a stand for lives like mine, and that my preborn brothers and sisters, and all of us as abortion survivors, are remembered.
I’m Pro-Life Because…
Thanks to the Family Research Council (FRC) and their current pro-life campaign, "I'm Pro-Life Because," for encouraging...
Making a Difference Together in 2012
I know first-hand of three babies that were saved from abortion, this past year, after their mothers had the opportunity to hear me speak and know the truth about abortion. I can think of at least six different young adults, this past year, who were courageous enough to come forward to me and share that their hearts and
minds were changed on abortion after having met me and hearing me speak. And most astoundingly to me, I can’t even begin to tell you how many post-abortive men and women have found healing and peace after getting to know me and the love and forgiveness that I offer to anyone who has been touched by abortion.
Abortion Survivor Reflects on the Pain of Her Miscarriage
“Every pregnancy is different,” people kept reminding me. “It must be a boy, who has the disposition of his father, all laid-back and calm, not fiery like his mother,” Ryan and I joked. Call it a mother’s intuition, but I knew there was something incredibly...