I have the honor of co-leading a LIFE class at a local Christ-centered drug and alcohol rehabilitation center. LIFE stands for Living in Freedom Everyday; I’ve used my LIFE book so much that it’s literally falling apart.
Seven years ago, I went through this LIFE curriculum for the first time as a student.
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During that time, in one session we learned about the power of words. I confessed that night I referred to myself often as “hopeless.” Seven years later, God took a “hopeless” girl and opened a door for her to teach this same class at an amazing place called Hope for Women.
On a recent Monday morning, I was desperate to tape my book back together before class because I was doing a pretty intense review session with the women. As a longtime intercessor with Bound4LIFE, only one roll of tape in my home was large enough, strong enough and most obviously available: Life Tape.
So I fixed my LIFE book with Life Tape. The light blue book contrasted the red tape dramatically enough for the girls to ask me about the Life Tape. I had no plans of going there…
When it comes to this heart cry to pray for the ending of abortion, sometimes I just want to put it on the shelf. Sometimes I am deceived into believing I can somehow file it away.
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Then the truth of the matter becomes as contrasting as that red tape on a pale blue book. The blood of innocent babies is being shed legally in America as I write these words. Children are being ripped from wombs and tossed out like garbage labeled medical waste.
Sometimes I just feel like I’m too much, pouring my heart out on my sleeves and on anyone’s who will listen. Then I walk into a room with ladies I’ve grown to love, and they ask me about the red Life Tape.
So I started… I told them that it was not a coincidence that they were in this room at this moment. I told them about our trips to DC and about praying at the Supreme Court.
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I told them that abortion is, tragically, a common medical procedure for women in the United States. I told them that 3 out of every 10 women in the United States between the ages of 18-45 have had an abortion. I told them that God’s heart is grieved for the babies.
I told them that God’s heart is grieved over the mothers secretly tormented by the violent trauma that they were told was “just a legal procedure” or a “choice.”
I paused and looked at tear-stained, beautiful women who stared back at me. I said, “I’m 99 percent — no, I am 100 percent sure there is someone in this room who is hurting from the deep, sorrowful regret of abortion.”
One by one, five ladies in a room of 20 confessed having abortions. Perhaps there were more who were not ready to admit it yet. As they confessed their abortions for the first time, you could feel the mingling of sorrow and awe at being forgiven:
“I have never told anyone about this.”
“I’ve never said it out loud.”
“I just believed that it was unforgivable.”
“I can’t believe He would want to heal me after what I’ve done.”
“I’m so ashamed.”
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I shared Romans 8:38-39 with them: neither life nor death [including losing a child through abortion] can separate you from the love of Christ. We took time to pray with every young woman who opened up about her abortion.
After I left class Monday, I went to a store and could not help but count as I passed women. 1, 2, 3, 4… it could be her, I thought to myself and prayed. When you walk down the road or go to church, by the time you pass four women it is likely you’ve passed a mother who desperately longs for healing – from an unimaginable evil she was sold as a “choice.”
Like me, maybe you need to take your heart’s calling off the shelf and pray – to let your heart feel what God feels for the lives lost to abortion, for the women wounded by shame.
When you do, please pray with me for these brave ladies at Hope for Women to find healing in the arms of Jesus.