The most incredible thing happened to me this week. I was in a meeting and explaining my road from being a sidewalk counselor to developing a heart and compassion for the post abortive woman.
I said, “when I was post abortive.”
Those words just came out of my mouth and it took a bit before my mind caught up to them.
Obviously, I am still post abortive, but the implications…
Does this mean that I am no longer choosing it to define me? Am I no longer bound by its ugly ties. Is it possible that I am experiencing another aspect of freedom from it?
I like thinking I’m no longer post abortive. There is more to me than that dark day. The dark cloud looming overhead no longer defines me, but who I am in Christ gives me HOPE and a FUTURE free from this terrible choice I made.
I AM BEAUTY FROM ASHES IN THE FLESH!