For most people the 4th of July connotes thoughts of cookouts, fireworks, and the celebration of the Independence of America …freedom. For me, it is also a reminder of the day I got pregnant.
Yes, I know the exact day, and I would be lying if I did not say that not a year goes by that I do not think of that night, what I did and where I was, but the way I think about it has evolved.
For most, thoughts of independence emerge around this holiday. But, for me, the thoughts were of years of enslavement because of the abortion I was coerced into having. Little did I know my life would change forever because of that one night.
A lot has happened since that night over 40 years ago. That teenage girl suffered through years of post abortion stress but finally found healing. I have truly been blessed by God in many ways. I do not cringe anymore when I think of the 4th, but think lovingly of my unborn son Joshua, who I know I will meet one day, and who, in a spiritual sense, is with me every day.
We all have our abortion "connectors." July 4th is a big one for me. What is important to remember is that although they may be a cause of torment now, they can evolve into a means of grace. So, although I will always remember the 4th of July as the day Joshua was conceived, it has also become a day of independence for me. I have been freed from the enslavement of abortion and can freely enjoy the cookouts and fireworks in the sky. By His grace, I know it is only a matter of time until we are together with Christ.
