40 Days for Life Kick Off Spring 2017 Campaign Albuquerque NM
40 Days for Life Kick Off 2/19/17 at St. Bernadette Catholic Church. Dan Rosecrans from The HUB of New Mexico was the MC. Speakers included: Bridget Condon (6:55) representing Congressman Steve Pearce, Elisa Martinez (11:00) New Mexico Alliance for Life, Sadé M Patterson (24:31) Sidewalk Advocates for Life - ABQ, Sophie Serna (35:50) Rachel's Vineyard & Kathleen Welker (1:05:41) Project Defending Life. To sign up your church or group to pray email Dominique Davis at email@example.com.
LISTEN HERE: The HUB of New Mexico Christian Internet Radio Station www.thehubnm.com had Cyndi Vandi, Assistant Director at the Valencia County Care Net, on with us to give us details about the Mourning to Joy Abortion Recovery Weekend coming up on May 20-22, 2016. For more information and for location please call either Cyndi at 505-235-8956 or Amanda at 505-720-0575. The time for healing is NOW!!!!
I am posting this on Surrendered Hearts because I know many of us who have been through had an abortion have had a background of sexual abuse. This precious woman has written an incredible book on healing from sexual abuse.
LISTEN HERE: The HUB of New Mexico Christian Internet Radio Station www.thehubnm.com had Registered Nurse Mary Spicher from Care Net on with us to tell us about an incredible opportunity for women who are pregnant 6 weeks – 20 weeks gestation to get free ultrasounds at Care Net at 9809 Candelaria Ste. A in Albuquerque NM on May 11 – May 19, 2016. Care Net is training its Ultrasound personnel so this is a win-win situation for all. Call 505-880-0882 to get an appointment!
LISTEN HERE: The HUB of New Mexico Christian Internet Radio Station www.thehubnm.com had Debbie Schaff with Birthright of Rio Rancho on with us to tell us about their event on Saturday 2/6/16. Birthright of Rio Rancho’s Annual Hearts Afire for Life Dinner, Dance & Raffle, from 6-9 PM on Sat Feb 6th at St Thomas Aquinas Father D’Arco Hall, 1502 Sara Rd SE, Rio Rancho. Come join Birthright in celebrating life, enjoy a nice pizza dinner, and bid on a few raffle items. For more information contact Debbie Schaff at firstname.lastname@example.org or call 331-3132. Go to their webpage at www.rioranchobirthright.com/home
LISTEN HERE: The HUB of New Mexico Christian Internet Radio Station www.thehubnm.com had Cheryl Herzog Royal, Board Member with Casa de Mariposa, on with us to talk to us about this incredible new ministry for women finding themselves in a crisis pregnancy. Check out their website at www.casademariposa.org Casa de Mariposa’s mission is to minister the love of Jesus Christ to women experiencing unintended pregnancy by providing for their physical, emotional and spiritual needs in a residential setting and by helping these women achieve their immediate and long-term goals toward self-sufficiency!
If you know of a young lady over the age of 18 in need of a place of refuge during her crisis pregnancy please contact this ministry at their webpage. They will house her for free and help her during her pregnancy and up until the baby is 1 year of age.
LISTEN HERE: The HUB of New Mexico Christian Internet Radio Station www.thehubnm.com had Jenny on with us to tell us about her experience adopting a Down Syndrome baby and the blessing it has been to her precious family!
Signs bearing the message, “We are the pro-life generation that will abolish abortion!” will be in full view in Washington this week. Members of the millennial audience, or Generation Y, are expected to turn out in record number for this year’s protest march recognizing the anniversary of Roe v Wade.
I aborted a millennial in 1981. My aborted child, whom I later named Jesse, had a March 21, 1982 due date. After enduring that abortion without benefit of anesthesia, I went on to have three more son who are also included in the millennial demographic.
To say that my sons have been impacted by my abortion would be an understatement. They have been devastated by it. Nothing changes a mother’s heart like abortion. Yet many of those changes are subtle and clearly change over time.
When I first held my oldest son, love for him flowed out of my heart instantly. The spiritual experience of pregnancy and giving birth overwhelmed my new mother’s heart as I cried for joy. That delight was short lived.
A new kind of regret then entered my heart. My newborn’s face reminded me of my “other” child – the one I aborted. It was then that the element of Abortion PTSD – inability to bond with current or future children – began its impact on my soul.
Once I realized the incredible maturity of physical motherhood, forgetting the child I lost to abortion became far more difficult. Ignoring that memory required a great deal of emotional energy, particularly since my newborn’s smile could ignite pain instantly. My aborted child seemed to haunt me, wanting to be recognized in my motherly soul.
Three years later, my second pregnancy ushered in a different peace. From the positive pregnancy test, I was well aware that I was carrying a tiny human who would impact my life deeply. There was also another element that assisted my heart then – tears.
My neighbor, who had been a motherly mentor to me, was murdered. Tears for this friend’s horrific loss literally exploded my pent up grief for my lost child. Those tears released a great strain on my heart.
Three months after my second son’s birth, I began working for a ministry called Focus on the Family. My first day, Dr. James Dobson outlined his compassionate pro-life stand by talking to me directly as a post-abortive person. He said, “There is no sin that God cannot forgive – even abortion. The problem may be you don’t forgive yourself and may need help.”
Dr. Dobson’s compassion towards me revealed my pain issue – how could I forgive myself? By participating in an abortion recovery program at my local pregnancy center, God restored the, “years the locust have eaten” (Joel 2:25). He repaired my mother’s heart.
My work for Dr. Dobson quickly became focused on abortion and the work of pregnancy centers. Abortion was a commonly used word in our home as a result.
At some point, each of my millennial aged sons learned my abortion truth. The first step in sharing that truth was simply to outline the idea of abortion.
My husband, Tom, and I waited for the each to ask, “What’s abortion?”
Responding gently, I said, “Abortion is where they take the baby out of their mother’s belly before they are old enough to survive in the outside world.”
Each child’s response to this gentle description of abortion was immediate shock and horror.
One son stated the obvious, “Oh, Mommy, I’m so glad you didn’t abort me!”
I comforted this son, knowing his heart was too overwhelmed by the idea of abortion to hear my truth then. Six months later, we had a talk about my abortion.
I concluded by saying, “My baby went to be with Jesus that day. God forgave me. You have a big brother in heaven named Jesse!”
A broad smile overwhelmed my son’s face as he said, “I have ANOTHER brother and he’s in heaven? That’s so cool, Mom.”
Each of my children would ask many follow-up questions over the years as abortion was always an “open” topic in our home. Without open discussion and transparency on this gruesome topic, many children of post-abortive people go on to abort themselves and the generational sin cycle continues.
The sons and daughters of America’s post-abortive, Generation Y, will arrive in force at our nation’s capital, bearing much more than signs. They are fighting with a different level of knowledge about the repugnant nature of this choice that they saw so clearly demonstrated in their parent’s lives.
As Acts 2:17 outlines, “In the last days, God says, I will pour out my Spirit on all people. Your sons and daughters will prophesy…” I’m proud of the millennial audience for rising up to fight abortion while past generations stood still.
Sydna Massé is President and Founder of Ramah International and author of the book, Her Choice to Heal: Finding Spiritual and Emotional Peace After Abortion.
“That was the Planned Parenthood where I learned about my unplanned pregnancy in 1981,” I pointed out to Sarah Buler as we looked out the window of the Alternatives of Kalamazoo pregnancy center in Michigan two weeks ago. Over the years, I have purposefully walked through many locations that housed disturbing memories. “Exposure therapy” is a clinical term for this process of ending any avoidance of PTSD triggers that might remain or even intensify over time.
At the age of 16, just a few days before my 17th birthday, I went on my very first date. I was thrilled. He played football and was popular. We ate and saw a movie. I still had some time left before my curfew, so we drove around our rural area for a little while. We went to some of his family's property and walked around looking at horses. My first date, which seemed like a total dream, soon turned into a nightmare when he forceably raped me in a barn.
I didn't tell anyone initially; after all, he threatened me immediately after, telling me that I would live to regret it if I told anyone, that he’d make my life miserable, and that nobody would believe me. A couple of weeks later, I told a friend. After talking with a few people, and finding out that he had already been spreading his version of what happened that night, no one believed me. People who I trusted and loved and who should have supported me did not. I began to just deny the whole thing and started trying to block it from my memory.
I didn’t think a lot about the possibility of being pregnant because I had a distorted view that because it was rape, then it was somehow less likely I’d become pregnant. It wasn’t until I started having symptoms that I began to realize I might be pregnant. I drove to a different town by myself to buy a pregnancy test kit, doing the test in the gas station bathroom so no one in my hometown would ever know. Before I took the test, I had kind of already thought ahead of what I would do if it came back positive, and so, I had the name of a pregnancy center with their phone number because I thought they were an abortion clinic. I felt extremely scared and angry there all alone in the gas station restroom. I was angry at God, asking “How could you allow me to raped?” I was angry at myself for putting myself in a position to allow this to happen.
From a pay phone, I called the pregnancy center and they said I could come in right then, which I did. It was about an hour drive for me. I trusted no one at this point and chose not to tell any friends or family. I felt like this would only confirm what people were already saying about me "making up the rape." I went to the crisis pregnancy center because I thought it was an abortion clinic, hoping to get one that day.
They were so nice to me and told me everything I already knew about the life inside me. I didn’t feel like I was judged by them at all. They only had certain days of the week that they did ultrasounds, and I would have had to return two days later to get one. Crying, I told them I was so scared and couldn't handle facing people with the pregnancy, and that I was still going to go to an abortion clinic when I left there. The counselors told me that even if I did go through with an abortion, that I was still welcome to come back there and talk to them about it. To this day, 17 years later, I still have a relationship with one of those counselors.
Scared out of my mind of facing ridicule, having to address the rumors the rapist was already spreading, already overwhelmed from my reputation being slandered, I drove to an abortion clinic that same day. It was the opposite of the pregnancy center, which was warm and inviting, even though it still had the feel of a medical office. But the abortion clinic was cold and sterile. There were others in the waiting room, but no one would look at each other or acknowledge each other’s presence in any way. There was no privacy speaking to the receptionist, telling her why I was there. She they could see me, but I’d have to make an appointment to come back to get the procedure done the next day. I told her I couldn’t skip school another day, so she said they would take me right away.
There was no waiting and no questions. All they cared about was that I had the money to pay. They didn't even care that I was by myself. It was the absolute worst experience of my life -- even worse than the rape. I kept telling myself that it was going to be okay, that I was raped, so this was justified, and I would get through this. I didn’t believe any of it, so I just kept saying it to myself over and over again. I told God that it was all his fault, and I was just so angry in the moment. But I knew that there was a baby inside of me. I knew that life begins at conception, but in my 17 year old mind, I just wasn’t making the connection.
The abortion clinic estimated I was between 14 to 16 weeks pregnant, so they used ultrasound during the procedure. The screen was turned so I couldn’t see it. I don’t know if it malfunctioned, or if the nurse made a mistake, but I heard my baby’s heartbeat, and that was when the connection finally happened. I told the doctor that I wanted him to stop, but he said it was already too far along to stop. I was out of it because they’d given me a Valium to relax. The nurses helped me to get cleaned up and to get dressed. They were rushing me because they needed the space. I wasn’t ready to move or to go anywhere, but they didn’t care about hurting me or that I was upset. They didn’t offer to walk me out to my car, or even ask if anyone was there to drive me.
I sat in my car in pain and crying for 2 hours before I could even think about driving home. I really shouldn’t have been driving at all that day. The problem had been taken care of according to society, and I should have been relieved and ready to go on about my life, but relief was the farthest thing from what I felt. I remember having a dialogue myself, like a good vs. evil talk, first telling myself, “You did what you had to do. Did you really have any other choice? Most people would understand what you just did.” But then I’d tell myself, “You know that was a baby. How could you do that? You’re a horrible person.” I thought, I must not really be a Christian.
For many years, I did anything I could to numb my pain. I barely remember college because I drank all the time. I also struggled with an eating disorder and honestly don't know how I survived, but by the grace of God. I was attending church this whole time, but part of me just felt dead and I still really questioned, “How could God love me? How could He ever forgive me for killing my baby?”
With lots of counseling, I stopped drinking and I curtailed the eating disorder. We focused on the rape for a certain period of time and worked through that, which was helpful, but we hardly ever touched on the abortion. My therapist even told me, “You really did what you need to do in that situation because you were raped.”
I met a Christian guy through church, and we abstained from sex until our wedding night. I felt like I’d have enough garbage in my life and I wanted to do things right and honor God. But as time went on, I still suffered from depression and struggled with the eating disorder.
I’d always felt that because of the experience I had when I went to the pregnancy resource center, I knew that later in my life, I wanted to be involved in this kind of ministry. We had just had Sanctity of Human Life Sunday at my church, and I told my pastor that the nearest center was about an hour away and that there’s a huge need for a center in our area. He felt God had given me a vision, and encouraged me to start a local center. So I got people together and we began to plan the opening of a pregnancy resource center. During that process, I heard of post-abortion ministry for the very first time by visiting other centers and learning what services are offered. I dove into reading about post-abortion syndrome, and I realized that this was my big issue, and that’s why I’ve suffered so much. It just all clicked.
So a couple of years ago, I went through a post abortion bible study, finally understanding and accepting God’s forgiveness and grace. I’ve finally overcome the eating disorder. I still get depressed at times, but it’s manageable and no longer dictates my life. I’ve now started a post-abortion ministry through our local pregnancy resource center and I’m guiding other women through the healing process.
I'm here to tell you that abortion is never the answer. It will only cause an already painful and difficult situation to be even more hurtful. During my abortion procedure I was terrified. I kept asking questions about what was about to happen and no one seemed to want to answer me. Looking back, I think they wanted to hurry up before I had a chance to change my mind. For many years after, I would have terrible anxiety and even panic attacks at times any time I heard anything that remotely sounded like a heartbeat. For a long time I didn't know that's what I was reacting to and it wasn't until many years later when my husband and I were expecting our first child together that I connected the anxiety to certain sounds.
I lived in my own private hell until I went through the post abortion Bible study and found healing. The pain I felt all those years literally felt like it would kill me at times. I was very depressed. There were times I cut myself thinking that it would release some of the pain I felt on the inside. There were many times I thought about ending my life and a couple of times I came close to trying. I honestly thought my eating disorder would eventually kill me and that actually became my intention with those behaviors. I felt like I deserved to suffer and not live any resemblance of a happy life because of what I did.
I want people to hear my story. As hard as it is to tell, it it needs to be told. Something terrible happened to me on that date that night. Then I was betrayed by the people closest to me. All of that was extremely painful, but it doesn't come close to comparing to the pain, the guilt, the shame, the remorse, or the self hatred I heaped and Satan heaped upon me in the years following the abortion. I thought at the time that I was justified in what I was doing because I didn't choose to be in that situation -- I was pregnant by rape. I knew there was life inside me but I thought it wouldn't matter because of how that life got there. I've never been more wrong about something. Aborting a baby that's the result of a rape doesn't affect the woman any differently than under any other circumstance. I've talked with many post-abortive women over the years through working with a local pregnancy center and what I've learned is that we all share the same pain. It's absolutely no different. The end result is still the same.
My prayer is that through me telling my story, more rape victims will speak out about as well, so that we can put a stop to rape being an excuse for keeping abortion legal. I love and grieve for that baby's life, just like I would for either of my other children. I think about every day how old she would be and what she would be like. I don't know if I would have raised her or placed her for adoption, but it's terribly unfair that she never got a chance at life. Even though her life was cut short as a result of the abortion, that didn’t stop her life from having meaning and purpose, and through me telling our story, I’m ensuring her life was not in vain and that she will be remembered.
BIO: Tammy is a wife, mother of 2, post-abortive ministry coordinator, serving on the board of a pregnancy resource center, and is now a pro-life blogger for Save The 1.
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AWESOME testimony of a precious couple facing crisis pregnancies! Thank you for your courage! God bless you Patrick and Crystal Rico!! Keep speaking out my dear brother and sister!
Dear Friends and Family my wife and I decided to share our testimony to becoming Pro-life. Millions of men and women struggle silently after having gone through an abortion. Our story is just one of many. Please help us spread this message online. Our greatest desire is to help anyone who may feel like they're alone when faced with an unplanned pregnancy. Many many prayers have gone into this project. If you have sometime, please watch and share. God Bless. #Prolife #Tellyourstory #Silentnomore
— with Crystal Rico.
This past year and a half has been such an incredible journey. I have tried to share as much as I can with you about my abortion healing, which occurred March of 2014, and all that has transpired since. As Pro-Life events come up and my incredible husband Dan Rosecrans and I attend – I have tried to share with you how these events are seen through the eyes of woman who endured the pain of an abortion and is now healed.
This event, Protest Planned Parenthood, was the crème-de-la-crème and the proverbial icing on the cake. I wish I could tell you how my heart felt as we drove up San Mateo in Albuquerque 15 minutes after the event had begun.
I have to admit every time I have had to go to Planned Parenthood for ANY event – 40 Days for Life or the incredible Women Betrayed Protest and now this one – my heart is full of trepidation. To say I dislike being so near to the place that has murdered so many babies and devastated so many lives is a huge understatement. It is literally like going to the Lion’s Den for a woman who has been through an abortion. BUT…
As we drove up to find parking we found HUNDREDS – yes…HUNDREDS – actually up to 500 – people lining the streets on both sides peacefully protesting the butcher shop that is known as Planned Parenthood. As we drove past the second time to catch this vision on video, my heart was EXPLODING with joy. You see as a woman who went through the torture of an abortion – mentally and spiritually – and lived with the pain and guilt of murdering her own child…this event is like the “knight in shining armor”.
Most of us did not want to have an abortion. Most of us were coerced or felt trapped in some way. Most of us endured abuse to an extent many would not understand. The abortion was not the beginning of our journeys. It was the culmination of years of pain and a past filled with trauma. 33 years ago I hoped that there would be a knight in shining armor to save me from the day I was dumped at the age of 16 – by a predator 5 years my senior – at an abortion clinic. Someone who would say THIS IS NOT RIGHT! Someone who would protect me and my precious baby.
Today there were HUNDREDS and HUNDREDS of Knights in Shining Armor. There were HUNDREDS of protectors of life standing protesting against the dragon of what is Planned Parenthood. There were HUNDREDS of valiant soldiers standing in the gap to say ENOUGH IS ENOUGH thus being the protectors of the many women who are even now – today – considering abortion. Protectors of the precious babies who are facing a possible end to their lives in a horrific death at the hands of Planned Parenthood.
From a woman who has known a living hell for the past 33 years – THANK YOU New Mexico! Thank you PROTEST ABQ! Thank you Bud and Tara Shaver and Father Stephen Imbarrato for leading the charge as mighty warriors of God to slay the beast and once and for all end the tyranny of abortion.
I look forward to seeing what else GOD has planned. I praise our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who has raised up courageous leaders in the Faith who are more than willing to say THIS MUST END! TO God be the glory – may we all continue to unite and stand firm and not grow weary until that day that abortion is abolished from our nation and we no longer stand as a country with the blood of our children on our hands.
2 Corinthians 1:4 - He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.
Remember 1 out of every 4 women you come in come in contact with has had an abortion. This might include your best friend, your mother, your sister any woman that you know and love and you might not know about it. Be there for them and point them in our direction to get healing in one of our many healing classes throughout the state of New Mexico!
If you are called to do so by God, be the voice that speaks up in behalf of all our sisters out there suffering from the effects of their abortions!