The first thought that runs through my mind whenever the topic is brought up is “You should have considered this before you had your baby ripped out of you! You made your bed, now lie in it!” The absolute hardest thing for me is feeling any compassion at all for these women who brutally murdered their children.
The second thought is “Repent of it and ask God to forgive you, and work so that no one else has to go through this. You’ve learned that abortion is murder and that’s something you’ll need to deal with until you die. But you can help save others”
Obviously I don’t work in post abortion areas. I much prefer to stop them from murdering their child in the first place.
(I don’t have much mercy for other murderers either)
“The first thought that runs through my mind whenever the topic is brought up is “You should have considered this before you had your baby ripped out of you! You made your bed, now lie in it!” The absolute hardest thing for me is feeling any compassion at all for these women who brutally murdered their children.”
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You forget one thing. This is the (lying) abortion industry. The woman was never told it was a baby, oh no that would be the truth. She was told it was a blob, tissue, or POC (products of conception).
The women who do ask the abortionist if the “baby” will feel pain are told “no it’s too small” or “no it’s not that developed”. Never mind it can feel pain at 12 weeks when most women seek an abortion.
The women are told they will feel better or “relived” after the abortion. They are never told about stress afterwards. Some abortion clinics deny this condition (PASS) exists and say “it was because the woman had troubles before her abortion”.
Someone I dearly love has been through this. Morgana is right. The person was told the “blob of cells” line. Even so she was reluctant, more so at the critical moment, but was pressured by her family to go through with it. And this by a Catholic family. None of that legitimate culpability of her entire family has ever relieved the pain and the regret. If these precious children, as so many of them are, could only believe that things might get better if they just hang in there and wait a little while, that the family pressure is temporary, that the life they save by keeping their child might be their own, then the fear mongerers in their life would lose their power, and God would draw good out of even this. A child is always a blessing from the Lord, even when they come into our lives unexpectedly, and through difficult circumstances. Love covers a multitude of sins, and a child’s laughter is a cure to many an ailment.