I was…
I was scared
I was alone
I was worried
I was unprepared
I was hurt
I was misinformed
I was overwhelmed
I was homeless
I was broken
I was lost
I was weary
I was in an abortion clinic
I was guilty
I was in chains
I was repentant
and now…
I am loved

(I wrote this poem the other day from the perspective of the mother who chose abortion. Let’s remember that she is a hurting person who has a story and needs people with loving arms, listening ears, and compassionate hearts coming alongside her to help her heal. Let’s treat her with the same love and compassion our Savior would have given her.)


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