I would like to start this off by thanking God for all of the blessings in my life. My name is Misty Nelson. About four years ago I found out that I was pregnant. I was terrified, confused and my mind was going in so many different directions. My life was far from together. I was an alcoholic and made very little money. All I could think of is how I would ever be able to afford a child. I could not imagine how to raise a child because my mind was so scrambled at the time.
After a few weeks I decided to go to the abortion mill. I knew in my heart that was not the right thing to do but I bypassed that feeling. That day God sent me an angel by the name of Phil. As I was walking into the clinic he stopped me before I went in. He asked me why I was there. I let him know my situation. He told me it was my time to be a mother and it was in God’s plan. He handed me a rosary and he prayed for me. As I watched him praying tears fell down my face. I knew in my heart that God blessed me for a reason. I never thought that day would change the rest of my life.
My precious baby boy was born June 14, 2006. I have never known true love until the moment I held my child. I now have Caydence and he is three years old. I also have a beautiful baby girl who is one and a half years old. I am completely sober and have a great job, a wonderful family and my life has never been so complete and full of joy and happiness. I wake up every morning to see their bright smiles and hear their silly laughs. I can’t imagine life without them. I want to thank Phil for being my guardian angel. My life is turned around more than I ever would have imagined. No matter how hard life might seem to get the Lord blesses us in many ways. Just take them all and hold them close to your heart. It all works out in the end.
Thank you for everything, Love Misty
I chose Life I want you to know that 20 years ago, I chose life. It was a great decision. Yes, there were days I awoke feeling that I should have a baby with me, but I was able to remember that that baby was alive, having the life I wanted her to have but wasn't able to provide. I was able to create a family for a couple who wouldn't have been able otherwise. I am thrilled today to know that my child is alive and happy with her adoptive family.
To those considering abortion, I would say that being pregnant was a very happy time. I enjoyed it immensely, because I was doing what women were created to do...create children. It was inconvenient for the six weeks following delivery, but no more than the six weeks following a later abdominal surgery. The pregnancy itself was easy. My co-workers worked with me to be sure there were no problems; my doctor worked with me; my friends stood beside me. Even from the church, there were no recriminations. I was loved, and have found that wherever I tell my story, I am respected because of my decision.
Choose life. Choose to create a family. Choose to give your child the life he/she deserves. Give yourself the gift of pregnancy. It was the only chance I had...it may be your only chance.
You Are Not AloneKim When I was 20 years old, I found out I was pregnant. I wasn’t married, but I decided to have my child, even if it would mean by myself. Honestly, I really wasn't looking ahead at the time. I didn't have many goals and I was just living for the moment and not giving much thought to what was ahead. So when I got pregnant again, I decided that I couldn't have another child for a number of reasons. The biggest reason was fear - fear that my family would reject me, they wouldn't love me anymore and that I wouldn't get the help I needed. I already was struggling to get by - working full-time, taking care of my seven-month-old daughter, being in a rocky relationship with her father and not getting very much support from either his family or mine.
I wasn't talking much to God during this time in my life. I was just doing whatever I wanted to do and I had almost completely shut Him out. I wasn't considering what He wanted or had planned for my life at all. So there I was, pregnant again, and feeling overwhelmed, scared and alone. I made the choice to have an abortion. That day was the worst day of my entire life and I am not just saying that for effect or shock value. It was a really really dark time and the aftermath of my choice took me years to climb out from under. Abortion does not end when you come out of the "out-patient procedure" empty-handed and empty-hearted. Abortion is a loss that impacts you for the rest of your life.
I think if women really understood what it was like, instead of our understanding just being reduced to the heated debate over choices and beliefs that swirl around us in the media, in our church groups, it would change our perspective and open our eyes to the truth so we can make better decisions before it is too late.
The procedure was extremely painful. I had no idea how painful it would be because that part was hidden from me. It was explained in cut and dry terms and there was no mention of emptiness, desolation or the pain you experience. The cramping afterwards was worse than any cramping I had ever experienced and can last several hours, even days afterward. There was a temporary relief because I thought it was over with, but that was quickly replaced by a black hole of emptiness that took over. Abortion is a death of someone and part of you dies with them. However, I wasn’t allowed to grieve openly, especially because I had hidden my choice. So I tried to bury it and go on with life, but it resurfaced again taking on the forms of depression, anger, feelings of total worthlessness, fear, even thoughts of suicide.
We miss important truths during our ferocious arguments about whether or not women have a “right to choose." About a year and a half later, I was having a hard time even getting myself out of bed in the morning. I honestly didn’t think I could go on with life, the pain was so bad inside that I wanted to die. I can’t imagine the number of women who have suffered through the choice of this procedure and still are carrying feelings of guilt, shame and worthlessness around inside of them. There have been 50 million abortions since Roe vs. Wade legalized abortion in 1973, and yet people are so proud of this, like it was progress. You want to tell me that wanting to die is progress or hope of a better life?
Well, God’s will for my life wasn’t to give up and die. He wanted to help me! The Lord was faithful to show me where He wanted me to go from there. He brought me to places where my daughter and I were shown love and I was learning about the truth of His Word. It was steadily healing me. I was able to go through a post-abortion recovery group at a local crisis pregnancy center and I received even more healing and peace.
I am honored to share my story with you. It’s for God’s glory, not mine. If you have gone through a similar experience I pray God’s blessing, peace and healing for you in The Blessed Name of Jesus. He is able to give you beauty for ashes and joy for mourning.
One last thing I want to share. After I went through the post-abortion study I was able to name my baby. I didn’t think that I had a right to name him before, but I asked the Lord what I would have had and I believe my baby was a little boy. I named him Galen Malachi, which means calm message. This is dedicated to him and this is my calm message to you to choose life
You Are Not AloneKim When I was 20 years old, I found out I was pregnant. I wasn’t married, but I decided to have my child, even if it would mean by myself. Honestly, I really wasn't looking ahead at the time. I didn't have many goals and I was just living for the moment and not giving much thought to what was ahead. So when I got pregnant again, I decided that I couldn't have another child for a number of reasons. The biggest reason was fear - fear that my family would reject me, they wouldn't love me anymore and that I wouldn't get the help I needed. I already was struggling to get by - working full-time, taking care of my seven-month-old daughter, being in a rocky relationship with her father and not getting very much support from either his family or mine.
I wasn't talking much to God during this time in my life. I was just doing whatever I wanted to do and I had almost completely shut Him out. I wasn't considering what He wanted or had planned for my life at all. So there I was, pregnant again, and feeling overwhelmed, scared and alone. I made the choice to have an abortion. That day was the worst day of my entire life and I am not just saying that for effect or shock value. It was a really really dark time and the aftermath of my choice took me years to climb out from under. Abortion does not end when you come out of the "out-patient procedure" empty-handed and empty-hearted. Abortion is a loss that impacts you for the rest of your life.
I think if women really understood what it was like, instead of our understanding just being reduced to the heated debate over choices and beliefs that swirl around us in the media, in our church groups, it would change our perspective and open our eyes to the truth so we can make better decisions before it is too late.
The procedure was extremely painful. I had no idea how painful it would be because that part was hidden from me. It was explained in cut and dry terms and there was no mention of emptiness, desolation or the pain you experience. The cramping afterwards was worse than any cramping I had ever experienced and can last several hours, even days afterward. There was a temporary relief because I thought it was over with, but that was quickly replaced by a black hole of emptiness that took over. Abortion is a death of someone and part of you dies with them. However, I wasn’t allowed to grieve openly, especially because I had hidden my choice. So I tried to bury it and go on with life, but it resurfaced again taking on the forms of depression, anger, feelings of total worthlessness, fear, even thoughts of suicide.
We miss important truths during our ferocious arguments about whether or not women have a “right to choose." About a year and a half later, I was having a hard time even getting myself out of bed in the morning. I honestly didn’t think I could go on with life, the pain was so bad inside that I wanted to die. I can’t imagine the number of women who have suffered through the choice of this procedure and still are carrying feelings of guilt, shame and worthlessness around inside of them. There have been 50 million abortions since Roe vs. Wade legalized abortion in 1973, and yet people are so proud of this, like it was progress. You want to tell me that wanting to die is progress or hope of a better life?
Well, God’s will for my life wasn’t to give up and die. He wanted to help me! The Lord was faithful to show me where He wanted me to go from there. He brought me to places where my daughter and I were shown love and I was learning about the truth of His Word. It was steadily healing me. I was able to go through a post-abortion recovery group at a local crisis pregnancy center and I received even more healing and peace.
I am honored to share my story with you. It’s for God’s glory, not mine. If you have gone through a similar experience I pray God’s blessing, peace and healing for you in The Blessed Name of Jesus. He is able to give you beauty for ashes and joy for mourning.
One last thing I want to share. After I went through the post-abortion study I was able to name my baby. I didn’t think that I had a right to name him before, but I asked the Lord what I would have had and I believe my baby was a little boy. I named him Galen Malachi, which means calm message. This is dedicated to him and this is my calm message to you to choose life