IRT= In Ruthless Trust

IRT= In Ruthless Trust
When God has me in a place of trust training...it is never easy. But I am better for it when the work in me is completed. It is not just about me, lives depend upon my learning to ruthlessly trust Him. -Aida

Saturday, February 1, 2014

Ugly Frown


January 2014 in Bend, Oregon. (Return to the old bench of my "old & dead girl".)

What would happen if I let it all die?
If I closed my eyes?
If I didn't breathe again?
Would the sun cry?
Would the stars seize to shine?
Would hearts ache?
Would you long for me by your side?
Would music bring me back to your life?
Would you want to run or hide? 
What would happen if you didn't see My smile again? 
I was my prettiest with a smile on. 
Don't you agree with me? 
Every person received my smile did you?
Maybe I didn't smile at you enough 
You were my only enemy.
I was always mad at you. 
Maybe you were the only one I didn't like? 
In fact I am pretty sure I hated you. 
I avoided you so I didn't need to hear your broken words.
They hurt, they made me feel sick and want to die.
So with you I wore an ugly frown 
any time I saw you. 
What would happen if I let you go?
If I could look at you now and wear a smile? 
If I realized this shattered mirror that I have been 
hiding from, is a scared little child inside. 
I didn't even know your name, until today. 
Jewel is your Name! 
I am going to smile at you today. 
I am going to look you square in the face 
and tell you I think you are beautiful!
I know better now, you are quite wonderful outside 
but mostly a rare & precious gift inside. 
NEVER EVER will I wear that damn ugly frown again!! 
I will love you till the day I die. 
God grieves and cries 
when I hate the child He lovingly designed. 
The world would stop breathing for somedays
if tomorrow I would suddenly die. 
My bright smile would be gone from their eyes. 
So today as I walk by my reflection anywhere
I will not have an ugly frown instead a great big smile 
for I love this lady I see walk by. 


First writing idea came 5/18/08
Edited it with new eyes on 2/1/14 Aida cooper

Saturday, December 28, 2013

Redemption Song…. A poem for my youngest daughter

"God told me you would be a sweet sound in His ear."


 (for my baby girl)

Your eyes they say so much
They search for me to show you the way
The beauty of their color fades 
because of your deep sorrow
Its easier to say,
"I don't know anything"
than to show your brokenness.
I understand your dreams 
they were of a prince that never stops fighting
And I am the beautiful princess
That should never be crying
Oh baby, the prince gave up trying 
because he lost his way 
when HIS King began dying 
inside all your father feels is shame
He is running away
The pain tells him to
The fear rules now
it blinds, it steals, it destroys, it kills
So baby, pray he finds his hope soon 
that he remembers his heavenly home
That he understands he is 
not the bad boy of the palace anymore
Hold on to your dreams, don't let them die
Your dreams are in the palms of a God 
who has always been alive
Cry for awhile if you must, its ok
But don't you go losing your hope, trust or faith
All those who wander are not lost, 
they have only lost their way
all they think glitters is not gold 
and all they believe is love is only a toad
The prince is in the dark, a deep fog, a cold cave
But oh! the King is calling out to him with your song
so sing it out and sing it strong
He lost his way, but he has not forgotten your song…
and your voice will lead him home to you again
So Baby, don't be silent, or tuck your song away
sing it again and again at the top of your voice
all night if you have to
for God's gift to you is the redemption song 
with it God breaks all chains that bind
returning fathers to their daughters again
and relighting the path that made them lose their way
Your song is the song of every girl crying, 
"bring my father home"


-Aida Cooper
originally written January 25, 2010 
edited 12/28/13

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

My Success and Shield

Walk blameless in Him


He holds success in store for the upright, he is a shield to those whose walk is blameless. -Proverbs 2:7 


May 02, 2013 
By Aida Cooper 

I have pondered this…especially in recent days; it was one to chew on for a while.
I know from personal experience that as Christians, we want to lean by default on the side of living for God will  bring me good things.
If anyone has had a relationship with Jesus for any length of years like me; at 27 years now; we have most likely learned that is often time not the case.
However; HE is not about  worst things or martyrdom for His children either!
Good News! 
A powerful statement by one of my favorite, modern day prophets said this, “God is not interested in our comfort He is interested in our Glory.”
I have never forgotten that statement. Although not a bible verse, I have hidden it in my heart. And the Holy Spirit has been good to allow me to vomit it when I have needed it most….so that I could chew on it some more.  Yeah, sounds gross! But that is what the experience in those moments have felt like. Bitter Sweet often times. Since I wanted to stay in my place and moment of self-pity and woes me, in other words….”give me a break, God!”
I have found that God's love always breaks through….and sometimes in these kind of gross moments when we want to sulk, and  be a bratty child.
For me, it seems HE picks me up off the floor of my temper tantrum, sometimes pulling me by the legs as he takes me for a ride  on his shoulders to a place where HE and I can visit for a while.

And then it’s always so wonderful and extravagant to sit with my Daddy and to hear His heart for me and the ones I had a problem with or who had hurt me; done me wrong. Unfortunately, those pains most times have been from members of my own family: blood or the Church. Sad and hard to get through, absolutely; yet God has shared with me lovingly and dealt with me in the same way. 

Success for the upright is more than just being “good”, following the golden rules, memorizing verses and going to Church to me. In my past I have done all of that and still felt far from success. In fact, I probably do less of those things now and feel more successful in life than ever!
UPRIGHT is a stance we take to trust God to cling to HIM even in our bodies.
I picture a soldier, standing upright in the face of his enemy. Unafraid. Willing to lay down his life. He has placed his body and his spirit in a position of unmovable devotion and service to the ONE he serves. He takes that stance even to the point of losing a limb, or worse yet death.

How is that soldier successful for taking that stance if he comes home with out his arms? How is he successful if he doesn’t come home at all?
Most would think it such a loss. Be saddened and brokenhearted that he lost his life.
I am reminded of the battles I have fought. They bring me to the place where I find myself standing today. A single mother living pay  check to pay check and sometimes having to borrow from my Mama. Living on the smallest house on the block, driving a car that is 18 yrs old and working at a job that still doesn't feel like my dream job….and yet I feel so successful when I contemplate the redeeming work God has done in my life….and the extravagant love I have discovered in the heat of my own fiery furnace.

The second part of this verse, HE is a shield  to those whose walk is blameless…AH! That is the key and the winning trophy that we get to call our own…more so than the success that HE has in store for us for taking a stand for HIM through it all.
IN it all….whether in the fire of our journeys or as we sprint towards the finish line having finished without scars, wounds or injury the power of our lives and faith is KNOWING that we walk with an invisible shield at all times.

That ultimately although wounded in the battle, the Shield of our faith is God. Nothing can ever really harm us or leave us feeling lifeless forever. we are unpenetrable from the vices of our enemies. God is a shield about us. We are able to keep our joy in this journey through our faith in Him. 

So death or failure where is your sting?! ….
For those Christians tired of appearances and games of nonsense, those ready to love as Jesus showed on the cross…an everyday kneel at the cross is our place of success and it is our greatest shield.  

Thursday, October 31, 2013

ONLY ONE that has influenced my life so deeply....

My Mama and Me at the Eugene Celebration in 2011. She loves to dance and have fun! 


10/29/13
 Only One


When I think of a Hero…
There is one person who comes to my mind.
It’s not superman, or wonder woman,
Not the Lone Ranger or even Speed Racer…
It’s not Charles Ingalls, Mr. Brady and
no it’s not even Sheriff Griffith from
The Andy Griffith Show,
it’s not one of my brothers, although they play their
special roles in my life,
it’s not my Pastors, or the women with whom I have prayed, laughed and cried.
It is not my daughters, however; they are a rare prize,
it’s not the love of my life that recently I became his Bride.
No, when I think of a Hero…
I always think of only One.
All my life, it is her inner beauty that I most prized.
Along with her shoes, her clothes, her jewelry,
her attitude, her personal pride,
She is a classy lady and a brave soldier in my eyes.
In every season of my life, no one has ever come close
to wearing the medals of honor that I would bestow,
for such a beautiful fragrant rose, bloomed through life’s storms.
She is my hero, she is my mirror in life, she is my teacher, my diamond,
my horizons, my sunrise, my sunset, my starry filled night.
She is my ocean, my forest, my mountain top, and even in my deepest valleys
when all I wanted to do was die, she was my sustenance;
my food, my water, my warmth and my shelter as she cradled me in her arms.
And in her shadow, she became my safest place to hide;
so I could stay cocooned for a while to rest near the heartbeat of my God.
Yes, she is the only Hero I have ever known.
She modeled to me everything good that I share now with my own.
And in her lavish love and constant love
She made me discover that I could fly against all odds
like a breathtaking butterfly does
so freely high in the endless sky.
She is the most costly gem in all the world, I could ever own
She’s my Hero;
She’s my Mom.



Monday, October 28, 2013

Don't give up...NEW LIFE is ahead!


Photo taken by Aida Oct 2013, Oregon-"Marci's Pink Tree"

2 Corinthians 4:16-18

The Message (MSG)

16-18 So we’re not giving up. How could we! Even though on the outside it often looks like things are falling apart on us, on the inside, where God is making new life, not a day goes by without his unfolding grace. These hard times are small potatoes compared to the coming good times, the lavish celebration prepared for us. There’s far more here than meets the eye. The things we see now are here today, gone tomorrow. But the things we can’t see now will last forever.

God makes new life starting from the inside out by HIS grace. Then he celebrates the new life in us by giving to us in lavish ways!



During the darkest days of my life, as my life seemed to be falling apart and I was being putting into a fiery furnace of testing faith, I looked physically horrible and my circumstances grim. I was now a single parent on a small income, barely rising to the surface of the seas I was drowning in financially to see any light ahead for myself and the daughters I adore. I was side swiped by a train. I was not taking care of myself physically and I had lost so much weight I was asked if I was an anorexic. I was pale and lifeless, weak at heart and strength. It hurt to even breath. I began to suffer panic attacks and was told I was mentally ill by psychiatrists. And I began to believe the lies, and grasped at my fate with any medication Dr’s would dispense.  I began to self medicate this doomed hopeless fate. I was a prodigal daughter and I was Job from the Bible. My daughters and I were Mesach, Shadrach and Abendigo and the fires were raging around us. Only a SAVIOR could turn our fate.

On the outside it was dark and ugly.

On the inside God was doing the deepest work of my life. And HIS GRACE was penetrating even the crevices of my heart that I didn’t know existed. His LOVE was about to explode some furious disease of which my heart would be permanently changed forever. I was on a jungle journey to radically defining to Whom I belonged…MY FATHER, the God of the Universe, the same,yesterday, today and forever and the RESCUERER and LOVER of my soul was after me. IN pursuit. And Wooing me with the most amazing mercy I have ever known

And in a instant it seems after years of misery, I was given a new face, a new body, a new heart of flesh instead of stone and a new LIFE…that led me to the LOVE of my life: my husband, Steve as of September 1st, 2013.

And in that LOVE, God has given me the sight to see myself as the Princess I never thought I could be. And with that new lease on life, I have been lavished with all a little girl could ache for.

Picture this, an orphan who is suddenly among royalty, playing in a castle, and feasting on the finest fare of the Kingdom.

That orphan and that princess is me.

God does far more here than meets the eye. He gives in this life amazing beauty and richness. Yet he outdoes HIMSELF if that is possible for God! He transforms us with the internal changes we experience inside ourselves if we allow HIM to work in our hearts with abandoned trust. That Gold  can never be taken from us. It lasts forever. It goes with us into ETERNITY. And our lives leaves an inheritance to those we leave behind of which no price tag can be placed. Jesus in us, remains long after we are gone.

I warn you passionately with all that is within me, DO NOT GIVE UP! Trust HIM Ruthlessly. How could you give up? Just imagine all the GLORY that awaits you and others in Him.  

That’s good stuff!
Press On!
~Aida
10/17/2013

Friday, November 2, 2012

My Outer Child....An honest poem about self protection.



Penniless in Belgium, 2006
My Outer Child

Throwing a book will get you no where!
Locking yourself in a small room makes you seethe with more rage
The law men tell you, they can't help you
The God men tell you its all your fault
Missiles you've planted to kill didn't go off
Except for in your own pocket book
Explosive torpedos of terms shouted across darkened rooms
Were flipped on you
So now you're crazy
Now you're dumb
Now you're loaded with buckets of slime
And not worth a crumb.
You're the ugly one
The self centered scarred, with warts and all
The witch exchanging the w for a b
Aren't you age six?
A doll called Chuckie that comes to life with only wickedness and strife
And all run from that kind of doll
All leave the horror displayed
When fear and demons come to live inside that battle bloodied ripped to shreds plastic heart
You've spoiled and rotten
Beating your arms and legs on the ground
Temper tantrums the weapon that sets off
Like an alarm at noon when the heart is hungry
The cup is empty
no one fills it up
You enjoy playing the role of victim
And martyr
talks behind your friends backs
And you are a drama queen a real work of art!
You're never to blame
And always broke
And your drug of choice is barfing out your guts
You're messy and so hard to clean up
You shit on everything
And are never wrong
You are always fashionably late
But we should view you as worth the entrance
Of a diamond that blinds every man's heart
Making them tyrants
Afraid to leave your arms
Grasping as if to lose a most prized gem
Like titanics blue heart
You're a manipulator a critisizer
A phony a pretender
A con
You act on your own instead of consulting an adult

You run fast, you train a lot


Escape
Is your middle name

You will FIGHTor FLIGHT!


And ANGER and FEAR chose it for you, Darling
While in your papi's heart


You're seductive, yet funny, charming and so full of life
But when caught in your web, you're as cold as ice
Unloving even the feast in your bed at night
You're sick like an addict, and breaks everyones hearts
It doesn't matter the rules
Cuz you're the rebel
With a cause
You ignore, and do what you want
Independence is your goal
Intimacy is a spell you won't explore
You conquer dangerously
You reject, hoard, distance and remove
You resist, attract wrong
Refuse to learn from your wrongs
And oh, you can be so holier than thou!
You're such a liar!
And I believe you...
You won't stand still
I can't catch you
And how I've tried
Slow down
Chill out
All this outer childish acts
Is to protect that innocent heart
But it kills all those who love you
And its kills me
The little, broken, scared child you fight so hard to keep alive.
Only CHRIST; ONLY CALVARY'S CROSS and a Father's loving sacrificial arms can heal that little fearful, wounded precious heart.

-Aida Cooper
1/22/11





Wednesday, October 10, 2012

A Greater Love -Poem

A Greater Love
by Aida Cooper


I have come to see that I didn’t need you to hold me
on your knee
I didn’t need to be your sunshine or the apple of your eye
You didn’t need to shelter me from the cold or
calm my raging seas
You didn’t need to take me through the school of life
or teach me my ABC’s
In all my lonely moments, in my deep despair
I didn’t need you there
You didn’t need to light my path or cheer me on to succeed
I didn’t need your kisses and hugs or presents under the tree

I didn’t need you to hold me tight after falling to my knees
I didn’t need you to splendor upon me on my wedding day
or look at my sweet child in its cradle where it lay
I didn’t need you to share in every joy I ever had
In everyway,
it doesn’t matter that you didn’t care
Because Jesus was always there

Jesus adopted me and in Him I am born again
Like a lamb without a shepherd
he looked for me and found me
His love has surrounded me every single breathing day
He has given me a new name and I am royalty
I can see clearly now that everyday
you chose not to be with me
Jesus loved me lavishly and cared for me
And everyday
I will get down on my knees and pray
You’ll walk in Jesus’ way
His love can set men free
And in God’s glory I pray you’ll be with me
So you’ll see how much you were loved by my Father and m

~For my Father Gustavo Barreiro
 November 19, 1998
I never saw my father again after my 1st Birthday in 1969. At the time this poem was written I knew nothing of my father nor did I think I would ever know anything regarding his life or would I ever see him again.
In Winter 2006, I came face to face with my father again in Mexico, he didn't know who I was then.
But I knew who he was...it was a day of which I had to extend great compassion and forgiveness....
I met him in Summer 2007 for the first time in my life when I returned to Merida, Yucatan, Mexico during a difficult time in my marriage....for some much needed soul searching
and
self discovery of my heritage
and
healing from the wounds of my personal past.
I have never been the same again.
GOD met me there supernaturally...GOD used my biological father to speak to me...
POWERFULLY, LOVINGLY, and MIRACULOUSLY.
I am FREE now!

  My father with me in Los Angeles, CA -1968

                             

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

CHOOSE for LIFE


Post Abortion Grief and Loss
By Aida Cooper

          “Some women feel betrayed by the Pro Choice movement, when the particular circles in which they move fail to support her grief or may even feel threatened by the notion that a woman experiences agony over the choice of an abortion. Similarly, women feel betrayed by the Pro Life movement, when a particular group will berate them for having an abortion in the first place, rather than extending a helping hand and a listening ear.," writes Sylvia Cochran in her article, Coping with Grief, Loss By Choice…Abortion.
In my research on post abortion grief, I discovered what I had also noticed in my personal life among my women friends. Women friends and those in my research who have made the choice to abort a pregnancy no matter the reason that led up to that choice, experience deeply painful feelings about their loss. To sum it up it is a painfully lonely place of grief.
 It doesn’t matter the socio economic status, personal backgrounds, educational level, or personal self esteem of the woman, the have one thing in common in regard to their post abortion grief, it appears to be the constant pain that tears at their hearts. Although many of these women I read about and spoke to have moved on to marry and have children and happy lives, the grief they feel over their abortions leaves them with what they all seem to describe in different words like, hollow, empty, barren of true joy, and numb to life in many ways. They describe an alone grief. A grief these women bear that they feel they cannot share and that many have never shared with those closest to them. The difficult lies in the shame of having gotten pregnant outside of marriage, or simply not feeling they were ready to be a mother, or being coerced by their partner or other influential people like parents, or friends. Most felt keeping their pregnancy would be a fearful and bad choice for them. They felt abortion would be the better choice for themselves and others involved. In addition however;  many stated, they didn’t feel they had enough knowledge about the choice they were making especially about the loss and grief they would experience post abortion. For a few, the initial response is one of relief, although in my research most come to a painful realization that they may have made a different choice because of deep sense of grief and loss they felt post abortion immediately after, months after and years after their choice.
Unlike losing a child due to a miscarriage, like I personally have experienced, or losing a child to still birth, SIDS, a disease or any other uncontrollable traumatic event in which people gather around the one or ones affected, loss and grief due to post abortion is not validated and comforted in the same way. Post abortion loss is often times experienced by the woman alone. Since in many cases no one else knows of the decision she has made to abort a pregnancy. My one friend who I will name Susan for confidentiality purposes, states she never talked about her abortion with anyone. She was 17 yrs old when she made the choice to end her pregnancy. She never even told the young man who was the father. She felt she couldn’t share that she was pregnant with anyone due to the shame she put on herself for believing she had made a choice for sexual sin which was against her upbringing and sex before marriage. She didn’t feel her family would accept her anymore. She also feared she would shame them in the community and religious circles in which they were involved. For the first 6 months after her abortion, she states she felt numb. She didn’t care about anything especially herself. She explained she knew God but was not completely surrendered to God because she felt so far from him and unable to receive forgiveness. This was a private pain she carried with her all of her life. When she finally began to feel grief over the loss she was confused about it. She didn’t know where it came from or exactly how to deal with it. She states she began to self medicate her pain with food since the pain she felt originated out of her stomach area, food seemed to soothe her upset stomach. She is now 50 yrs. old and has lived a life of over eating and being over weight for 30 yrs. due to what she links as her self medicating over her abortion. Although she married and has three more children, she never stopped grieving her choice to abort. It was only in the last five yrs when her oldest son was tragically killed in a motorcycle accident that my friend, Susan reached out for help and was finally able to share the grief she had over her abortion. She attended a Catholic retreat for loss and grief and in that small intimate circle of women, the door was opened through the counselor to share all kinds of Grief and Loss including any grief regarding abortion. She states that weekend helped her to bring closure to her grief with her abortion, which was long overdue. Being able to talk about in a safe environment without judgment and total acceptance was a huge part of the healing for her. She states she was able to visualize God’s forgiveness for having chosen abortion so long ago. And that in her visualizing exercise, God was holding her baby in a beautiful field of flowers allowing her to see that God still loved her and that she would see her baby one day along with the 19 yr. old son who died in that tragic motorcycle accident. She states her pain level from her grief went from a 7 to a 2 in that one weekend. However; she is still unable to discuss her post abortion grief openly due to remnants of pain that still lingers over her choice, which is very different than the grief she can openly discuss over the loss of her 19 yr. old son. Clearly there are distinctions to how women feel one loss being more acceptable to share socially and another to keep disclosed.
Due to the controversies and distinctions of beliefs on this abortion topic of life and death, especially life and death of a child with Pro Choice and Pro Life movements, it has become a topic which women are increasingly more afraid and ashamed to bring up. There appears to be no neutral ground. There are either those who are Pro Choice, who would violate their consciences and platforms by admitting to death of a child by abortion and so minimize or disregard the emotional pain women experience post abortion. Pro Choice movements believe that a women’s right to choose is the only value of importance in their Pro Choice movement. They are unwilling to look at the research documented by professionals regarding post abortion grief and the life long emotional effects that this right to choose makes on the woman who have made this choice or will make this choice. They refuse to discover for themselves that this choice is anything but right. Among the Pro Life movements, women have reported experiencing shame when admitting their choice to abort their pregnancies. In my circle of friends, woman who have now found faith in God as devoted Christians confirm this judgment and shame to be true in their experiences. Those brave women, who have shared their stories and desire to heal have received judgment for their choice to abort earlier and have not been directed towards finding forgiveness and healing for their grief. In addition to Pro Life movement organizations, many have also tried to find help, a listening ear and healing for themselves among faith movements with little available on this particular subject to help them sort through the grief. Due to unavailable help, and the shame of not being able to share their stories of brokenness many women feel it takes a toll on every area of their lives with feelings of self doubt, self loathing, self hatred, intense shame, grief and even chronic depression and anger. Many women self medicate these feelings of grief for a lifetime with prescription drugs, illegal drugs, alcohol as well as addictions to food, shopping and any other number of documented addictions. Women with post abortion grief suffer silently. Women have had to learn to stuff their emotions of grief and sadness from their post abortion grief to get on with life as usual. This has created an epidemic of confusion in women regarding their feelings about themselves and life. Many women have reported to me that they felt they were going crazy or losing their minds.  They expressed they should be happy in life. They have careers they love, are happily married, have beautiful children and yet cannot kick this feeling of constant ache inside them. Some women have been misdiagnosed with mental disorders and others have formulated their own conclusions about being bipolar, or dealing with depression all their lives. Others report being angry all the time and not knowing exactly why. Even to their children and spouses. Eventually, when these feelings are left pushed for too long, they surface like a volcano eruption. Bringing with this gushing volcano a lava of emotions that come out devouring and destroying so much of their lives, unfortunately for some women only after self inflicted pain to themselves, their careers and/or their families. I know some of these women personally. I have also discovered in my research they are not isolated cases.
Over all, although not all women will on the surface show emotional concerns, some will appear to move on successfully in the lives, although they have buried their feelings so deep, they do not know why they feel empty inside. The loss is real but their “right” to grieve appears not to be. 
Few women, in my circle of friends have found the support they needed towards real healing in regard to their grief. It is not to say that there are no women who have successfully navigated towards positive resolve in regard to their post abortion grief. The importance of this research is to recognize and make ourselves and others aware of the essential need to offer care, compassion, and support to those who are suffering with post abortion grief and loss. We must validate the grief women experience post abortion and support the process of healing necessary in their lives without judgment.
As a devoted Christian woman myself, I have found few resources in my own research for women to walk safely through this process towards personal healing in regard to their grief with post abortion. Upon listening to these women and reading their emails, some anonymously connected to me through other women due to my desire to research this topic, my heart has been heavy with the burden of their grief, loss and silence. I have been inspired and moved by the strength and courage of many women who have had the faith to work through this grief alone. Some women have never shared their stories with anyone but a few close friends. And a few have used much discretion and caution in sharing their stories with me.  All share a common thread. This thread is sewn in the fabric of these women’s lives that more needs to be done for women to find healing for their post abortion grief. 
I believe, the Faith circles have much to bring to the table towards helping women if we make a concerted effort to discuss the subject openly, without judgment and with great compassion. Having been on the inside of Church administration and leadership, I have found this topic is most often avoided. The usual case for avoidance is so that none are offended. I would make a case that spotlighting it openly and making resources available for women would be the first step towards not offending. 
Having served as a Youth Pastor for close to 15 years, I heard the sad and brokenhearted after stories of many young ladies; high school and college age, who had made a choice to end their pregnancies. Never did I hear their pride or joy in having done so. On the contrary, they felt they had no choice. Yet, we have two movements: one spells out choice and the other life. I am of the personal belief that in my Churches if we had created an atmosphere for young women in our Church to share about their unplanned pregnancy, highlighting the Church as the place of “SANCTUARY” as of old, where they could come, stay and find all resources and emotional support they needed, many would of chosen to not abort. I strongly believe they would of decided to keep their child or to give it up for adoption. In either case, women would feel empowered to truly CHOOSE for LIFE.
I am confident of this, that when women feel safe enough to share their post abortion stories having worked through their grief safely, they will be the greatest grief healers of other women facing the same loss. These same women will be the most convincing voices and advocates for life for women and the unborn.