by Crista Darr
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The day my first child died is forever etched into my memory.
My early teen years had been bombarded by the rally cry of "sex, drugs and rock and roll" which echoed across the world and settled into my impressionable psyche. At thirteen I was already drinking heavily and at fifteen I was one of the few remaining virgins within my wide circle of friends.
But, I lost my virginity at a drunken party. When sobriety arrived, I grieved. The grief was a mystery to me. Thinking sex would be trivial, I could not comprehend this sudden, painful death of my youth.
A few months later I became pregnant. The darkness in my heart was so great, I believed the lie that abortion was not murder but an acceptable "choice". My only grief came with the thought of my father knowing that "Daddy's little girl" was pregnant.
Pleasing my dad had always been my greatest aspiration. When he found out I was pregnant this hope came crashing down around me in an avalanche of despair. I bolted out the door and ran; my legs and heart pumping furiously as tears coursed down my face. I kept running, trying to outrun the disappointment in my dad's eyes.
Without hesitation, I stumbled through my own inner darkness and into the lobby of the clinic. The absence of protesters outside was a stark contrast to the large number of women having abortions that day.
I waited a surprisingly short time to see "Doctor Death". I'm sure the clinic staff did not want to give anyone the opportunity to change their minds.
The common practice of procedural explanation was nonexistent. There was nothing ethical about the rapid-paced disassembly line of infanticide - quick and painless for the mother but not for the child.
After the abortion I was placed in the so-called "recovery" room. I still did not have any sense of guilt as I told a joke to another woman present. The fierceness of her eyes, glaring into mine, struck me with my first glimpse of the horror of what I had done.
Giving birth to regret, I arrived home. I threw myself on my bed and cried, "Oh God, did I just murder my baby?" Knowing the answer was yes; I sobbed myself to sleep that night and many nights thereafter. Guilt and sorrow became my constant companions, entrenching themselves within the depths of my soul.
I never mentioned the abortion. I wanted to forget, but I was haunted. Drinking and drugs became the tools to bury this enemy called my conscience.
Years passed by and I was able to suppress these memories. They became only fleeting thoughts, but Jesus remembered. The blood of my aborted baby cried out to Him and that blood was on my hands.
Depression began to sink its claws into the shredded remains of my life.
Envisioning myself in a pit of blackness, I searched in vain for any hint of light. Hopelessness engulfed me. There appeared to be no way out.
Falling to my knees in despair I prayed, "God, am I an abomination to you?" The word "abomination" was not a word I would ordinarily use. I must have read it as a child in my grandfather's Bible - the one my mom had given me after his death.
In a desperate grasp for this same Bible, the pages fell open and a verse seemed to jump off the page at me, "All who behave unrighteously are an abomination to the Lord your God." (Deuteronomy 25:16)
The message pierced my soul as His presence filled the room.
He had just told me that I was an abomination to him but at the same moment His overwhelming love enveloped me . Never had I experienced such a love as this - so strong, yet so gentle.
Many years were wasted believing that His love for me was evidence of my salvation. He had spoken to me through His Word and performed many miracles in my life. I became a baptized churchgoer but was still unwilling to relinquish the sin to which I was bound. In my ignorance I resisted the freedom God was offering me and chose to continue down the pathway of drinking, drugs, and immorality. There is no salvation without deliverance from sin. I was deceived. "The one who practices sin is of the devil." 1 John 3:8 (NASB)
Despite my hard heart, the goodness of God led me to repentance.
It was an extraordinary day of new beginnings. My Christian friend had just given birth to a baby and God used this friend to deliver me as well - from darkness to light, from death to life.
Her testimony was filled with fantastic miracles but here was the clincher: these signs and wonders all occurred in her life before the greatest miracle of all - her salvation.
An intense fear awakened within me. Can one hear from God, experience His miracles and still be headed for hell? I trembled at the realization of the critical state of my soul.
Now I had something more to lay upon the altar apart from my own selfish requests. My offering, long overdue, was myself. No longer my own god, Jesus Christ became my Lord and Savior.
Fully deserving judgment, our God "who delights in mercy" (Micah 7:18) took my punishment on the cross. It is difficult to comprehend the price that was paid for me. His nail-pierced hands that did no evil were covered in blood and my own hands, stained with innocent blood, were washed clean.
As vile as my sins were, "the grace of our Lord was exceedingly abundant" (1 Timothy 1:14) to cover them all, even abortion.
Yielding my heart to Him, He made it His own home; replacing my filthiness with an overflowing well of thankfulness for the forgiveness I did not deserve but He freely gave.
"For I will forgive their iniquity, and their sin I will remember no more." (Jeremiah 31:34)
Words alone are not sufficient to describe the tender mercies of this "God of all comfort" (2 Corinthians 1:3); a God that I cannot see or touch, yet tenderly embraces me in my sorrow, wiping away my tears and filling me with His peace.
As shameful as abortion is, it is my reasonable service to my Savior that I share my story of grace.
"He also brought me up out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock, and established my steps."
*All scripture taken from the New King James Version Bible unless noted otherwise.
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"Many years were wasted believing that His love for me was evidence of my salvation." This is a message i'm going away with. Crista, you know i just thought about how i was once a murderer, in the same way, even though it was not my belle that actually conceived my would-have-been 2 kids. but i've always dodged this side of my story. i guess i'm beiing ungrateful for the grace of God i profess is upon me. One day, i hope He'll enpower m to do this, just like you. thanks for reminding me, through this testimony, Crista
Crista, your testimony has brought tears to my eyes . You are a Beautiful testimony of the Grace of God in your life.Truly our Precious Lord calls you to share what He has Lovingly done for you and will do for others."There is Love and Healing in the Name of JESUS" God is so Merciful and Loving. Thank you so much for sharing your heart sharing your testimony! To God be The Glory for what He has done in your life and continues to do! In Christ Jesus ,Your Sister Dee. "Numbers 6:24,25,26"
Powerful testimony. The world will be changed by your words... a life will be touched. Perhaps even a child saved. Thank you for sharing.
"Words alone are not sufficient to describe the tender mercies of this "God of all comfort" (2 Corinthians 1:3); a God that I cannot see or touch, yet tenderly embraces me in my sorrow, wiping away my tears and filling me with His peace." Wow, Crista, He has had His hand upon you every step of the way. Thank you for your obedience to share your testimony. It is a testimony of Hope.
Crista, I was so captivated by your testimony. In my own quest for healing I was confronted with the issue of my responsibility. It was tough as I, like you was very young and not the one making all the decisions. Hosea 13:9 has given me great comfort. "O Israel thou, hast destroyed thyself; but in me is thine help." We were all born into the human condition, but even if we do it ourselves, there is hope! Thank you for sharing. God bless!
Your testament to the grace of God is one that brings praise to my lips. Your willingness to share the before and after of your salvation is a treasured gift, laid at the feet of each reader. I want to personally thank you for bringing me to my knees with thanksgiving to the One, whose portions of grace are indeed immesurable.
I'm so glad you left this one "free to share." There are a number of people who need your testimony. I know a couple of them personally. Amazing how He gives us beauty for ashes. You shine as pure gold. You glimmer like a diamond. You're a rare and beautiful gemstone -- a pearl, uniquely designed for His good purpose. Bless you, Sister. Love, Treava
Thank you for sharing this story. Someone told me that people are pro-birth more than they are pro-life and I was contemplating that thought. This gives me understanding. Thank you so much.
Crista, what a touching and stirring testimony. What a shame that none of us were there for you at your time of need. We should be holding all young girls up in prayer that find themselves in a similar situation as you found yourself. We should all make that a matter of prayer that God will place someone there for them to show them the right way. In His love, Sharon