"He will wipe away every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."
I am no stranger to the hardships of grief and loss. This is the story of how God met me in my pain, led me out of shame and into the fullness of joy in Him.
I was born in New Hampshire and grew up near the White Mountains. My parents were both believers, but divorced when I was just seven years old. From then until I left home at eighteen I would split time between two households, one week at my mother's, one week at my father's. I was the youngest, and at times I felt lost in the shuffle, and overlooked. Consequently I had freedom to do pretty much whatever I liked, and began to party.
I was in my early twenties when I got pregnant. I was young, and had been taught from an early age the importance of making a living and having a career. Because I had been helping to raise my niece over the past several years I also understood the kind of hard work it took to raise a child. I wasn't
ready to be a mother and I had been deceived by what our society deems acceptable. It was a hard decision, but I chose to end the pregnancy.