The Sixth Street Bridge

The Sixth Street Bridge
At the tender age of 17, I walked across this bridge, alone, into Downtown Pittsburgh, with $300 in my pocket that my mother had given me to get an abortion. I went into the Fulton Building (in the picture) and did what I was told to do. I didn't have a choice - if I did, I wouldn't have chosen abortion.

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Lenten Reflections and Meditations for the Postabortive

As one of my Lenten projects this year, I'm trying to only use the Internet for good instead of evil, and by that I don't mean I'll cease from ranting on editorial pages of left-leaning "newspapers" because some people are just too stupid for me not to say something!  I am trying to avoid comboxes and forums as much as possible - talk about a rabbit hole.  I can't say that I'll cease from posting picture after picture of my ridiculously adorable and gifted children, but I am making a concerted effort to not go to the dark corners of the Internet that feed my stupid and narcissistic need for self punishment in those moments when I'm seeking condemnation from somewhere because I'll never find it where I should be looking. 

Anyhoo, the blog over at Lumina - a ray of light in abortion's darkness has a great series of Lenten meditations and/or reflections for this Lenten season and I'm trying to make time for each one as there is much wisdom and tender words of encouragement and clarity to be had.  From today's installment, Instant Gratification comes this,
"We have somehow lost the concept of patient waiting, instead looking to our “feelings” to gage reality, when in fact our feelings are often very far from what is truth."
Please do visit if you are postabortive and take advantage of this series. 

I like the Lumina site and it's mission because it speaks to that part of me that doesn't want to put this all back in a tidy box back on the shelf somewhere.  I know some women are able to go on a Rachel's Vineyard retreat and are healed and happy and move on, yet I know others,  myself included, who need a bit more, who want a bit more, who are somehow pushed or urged to do something else now that they are healing. 

Another great piece on the Lumina site I found today is from a gentleman whose wife is postabortive, but he didn't find out about it until after they were married, but as a true testament to what marriage is and should be, her postabortion journey and healing has become their healing journey as a married couple.  I told my husband about my abortion within a few weeks of dating.  I never had told anyone else I dated, but he was different.  When I met him, something in me changed and I knew I was going to marry him, but I knew too that I had to reveal this part of my past to him.  He never judged me or condemned me, never said an unkind word to me about it.  And when it all began destroying me from the inside and could no longer be contained, he was right there with me and remains there today through it all. 

Anyway, a good read for any husbands of postabortive women with some sound advice. Check the piece out here: For Better or Worse – Marrying Someone Who is Post-Abortive

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