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Over the past week I shared my abortion story in four time zones…and then the guilt hit

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The March for Life and Walk for Life for 2013 have ended, and last night we returned home to“normal life” for a while.

I have talked about Goodness and Mercy in four times zones in the past 7 days. I have heard so many “me too” stories from post-abortive men and women that I can’t even begin to count them, and in time, they become woven into the tapestry of my life.

But staying busy can sometimes keep pain from surfacing.

Today, the guilt hit me like a ton of bricks as I was walking passed the maternity section in a department store. I was on my way to find the restroom, and as I arrived there, I couldn’t breathe.

I went into a stall and I wept.

So. much. regret. pain. anguish. grief.

I pulled myself together and met my Mom at the escalator. I didn’t want her to know. I was about to take her to the airport and didn’t want our last few hours together to be sad. She’s grieving as a grandmother of aborted grandchildren, and I really want her to have as much time as she needs to do that. This is not all about me.

I pushed my feelings to the side and went on about my evening, which included meeting a few friends for dinner.

There was a new baby girl there with her Mom.

Sweet chubby cheeks. Perfect fair skin. She looked like my babies did.

I tried to laugh with my friends. I tried to join conversations. But I couldn’t.

I got in the car & wept the entire way home.

The pain ebbs and flows. Today it flowed. Some days it takes me on a rollercoaster. Today I rode it to the depths of the valley.

It’s only because of Jesus that I never set up camp in the valley. Visiting there is a good reminder about why I do what I do. It’s for the women in the valley and the babies in heaven who have no voice. I have chosen to be their voice because God asked me to.

Healing from abortion is like peeling away the layers of an onion…only this onion has an endless number of layers. It’s like my heart shattered into a million pieces and it cannot be whole until I see Jesus face to face.

Today, I know He is near to my broken heart. I know He holds my tears. He is my only hope. And I trust that He will make everything beautiful just in time.

“There I will give her back her vineyards, and will make the Valley of Trouble into a door of hope. There she will sing as in the days of her youth, as in the day when I freed her from her captivity in Egypt.” Hosea 2:15

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Planned Parenthood compares an ultrasound to rape…and as a rape victim I’m ANGRY

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Planned Parenthood has now said that the new proposed Virginia Ultrasound Law is akin to rape.

I’m sorry, WHAT?

I am so upset by this. I just want to cry.

A medical procedure that is done by a nurse in a clinic is the same thing as what that man did to me in a hotel room so many years ago?

Most likely no one is forcing you to have an abortion. However, 13 years ago I didn’t have a say in whether or not I wanted to have sex. I was forced.

If this law passes, Virginian women will know that if they choose to have abortion they will have to have an ultrasound beforehand, and saying that this is anything like rape is COMPLETELY RIDICULOUS.

If you had fibroids or cysts, the doctor would want to do an ultrasound so he/she can know exactly what they are dealing with. Will you then accuse that doctor of violating you? Will you cry “RAPE”?

I mean can we just call a spade a spade? Planned Parenthood doesn’t want you to have an ultrasound because they don’t want you to see the child you are about to kill. They don’t want you to see the heartbeat you are about to stop. They know that if you see your baby there is a huge chance you will change your mind, and THEY NEED YOUR MONEY.

I didn’t want to see the ultrasound either. I knew that I would have changed my mind. They turned the monitor away and before I knew it, I was asleep. I have dreams about that image and wonder if at some point I caught a glimpse of my child.

But I was also a victim of rape, and I refuse to stand by and listen to this evil brainwashing.

Friends, PLEASE HEAR ME…we need TRUTH to be louder than the voice of the enemy!

WAKE UP. SPEAK UP. I know I am not alone! Be strong and courageous!

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