Specifically women who, in many major circles, are placed in the category of the unthinkable. They’ve done the unimaginable and should be added to the list of the worst of the worst.
They’re talked about on Facebook like they’re heartless individuals who can’t see, feel, think or read. They’re often ripped apart by those who have never been in their position, yet jump to many conclusions as to how they got there or why they did what they did.
This is for the broken.
This is for the hurting.
This is for the lost, embarrassed and ashamed.
This is for the woman who needs to hear that she’s not alone.
This is for the one who needs to know there is forgiveness, freedom, liberty and boundless love in Christ.
This is for the woman who, like me, had an abortion that she regrets.
As a mom of multiple children, life is filled with love, love, love, sprinkled with busy. I am a mom of three (4 year old, 2 1/2 year old, and a 7 month old), and this is an extremely active season in my life. If I had a dollar for every time a stranger said to me, “You’ve got your hands full” I would have all three kids’ college tuition paid in full!
When I was a mother of two I would nicely reply, “Full hands, full heart”, and now as a mom of three I kindly reply, “Yes, I do have my hands full; full of joy!”.
Motherhood. Oh, motherhood. How can motherhood be summed up in just one short blog post?
There are so many adjectives out there that I could slap onto my journey of motherhood. These adjectives span the whole spectrum from deep elation and heart-bursting pride, to painful weeping and deep worry over the future.
But if I had to pick one, just one word to describe my journey in motherhood, it would be sanctifying. From the deep joy of watching my daughter take her first steps, to the excruciating tears I cried when we said goodbye to our foster daughter, motherhood has been the process that has drawn me closer to Christ.
As I mentioned in my previous post, we’ve been enjoying a lengthy Christmas break around here. This is my first year having a school-aged child, and with my pre-kindergartner returning to class soon I’m preparing to get us back into the swing of things.