Shame will bury you, burden you, and lead you nowhere. For years, abortion buried me in shame and regret, but through healing and faith I discovered the power to reclaim my life and help others do the same. It took years of soul-searching, brokenness, and ultimately my surrender to faith to learn I wasn’t alone in this journey — that healing was not only possible but was available to me all along.
At just six-years-old, I witnessed shame for the first time when my pregnant teenage sister stood before our church confessing her sins. That moment was traumatic — not only for her but for me, too. From that point on, I lived in fear of “one sin” ruining my entire world. That fear clung to me as I grew older until I had to face my own decisions. Witnessing my sister’s experience didn’t stop me from sinning, though, it just made me want to hide it. So I did.
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