I wrote the following post a year ago but it's something I feel needs repeating. With each video released, exposing the atrocities at Planned Parenthood, many of us who have had or encouraged abortion have experienced resurfacing grief, shame and remorse. I hope this post provides a little comfort.
My mind is in overdrive (again) and the Holy Spirit nudged me to blog about beating myself up over past mistakes.
I confess my sins to a priest in the Sacrament of Reconciliation, but
there are times when I just cannot let go. The tapes of my mistakes keep
replaying in my mind, and I end up entering the "if only" zone, wishing
I could turn back the hands of time. Yeah, like that's going to
It is Satan that pulls out those old tapes and I can almost see him
laughing as he hits the rewind button, highlighting all the ugliness and
shame. What saves me from self-destruction is turning to God. He fast
forwards the tapes to lessons learned, and reminds me if I was able to
turn back the hands of time, I would not be the person I am today ...
defined by His mercy, not my mistakes.