“What? Are You Pregnant? No, But… My Story Needed to Be Told”
There I was finally at Starbucks with my siblings. My sister Cynthia had flown in for a few days from a city an hour and a half away by plane. She didn’t come often so I knew I had to make the best of this short time with her being here.
I had prayed and asked God to give me an opportunity to tell them, and I always thought it would be best if we were all together, but how could that happen? Well, God pulled the strings, and here we were, together, all of us together. My long-awaited chance to tell them was here. This was it, now or never, I had to tell them. I wanted to share my testimony with the world, but first I had to tell my family.
We got our coffees and sat down. In typical Wood-family fashion, we proceeded to talk over each other, interrupt, and then interrupt the interrupter. And the conversation was a-rolling. In my head, I was praying “Lord, please give me an opportunity to tell them”. But the conversation kept on going, with no one really getting a word in edgewise. I was getting desperate so I said in a loud voice “Hey, I want to tell you guys something,” and as fast as I said it the conversation turned to some other topic.
So, I said it again, “Hey, I want to tell you guys something,” still to no avail. Then my brother starts talking about how he was going to have to go because he had to go to a board meeting.
By this time I was getting really desperate, so I prayed again in my head “Lord, please give me an in!”
I said it again “I WANT TO TELL YOU GUYS SOMETHING” and do you know what happened? I had finally caught their attention to which my brother replied “What? Are you pregnant?” to which I quickly said “No, but I was in my 20”s and had an abortion”.
At that moment not only did I have their attention but within a fraction of a second, I had their arms around me, on my shoulders, on my hands. Everyone had reached out to embrace me. So now here we are in Starbucks in the biggest group hug ever, and I’m crying, and I tell them my testimony.
The enemy of our soul wants us to keep quiet, to hold us down, to never tell, and just go on. This is what he did to me with thoughts of telling my family going badly, thoughts of them looking at me differently, thoughts they wouldn’t love me the same, all lies, satan is a liar!
I knew I had to tell them because God was urging me to. I knew if I wanted to share what God did in my life, it had to start with my family.
There is power in our testimony.
And they overcame him because of the blood of the Lamb and because of the word of their testimony, and they did not love their life even to death.
Revelation 12:11 NASB
The Bible tells us to be ready to share our testimony.
But sanctify Christ as Lord in your hearts, always being ready to make a defense to everyone who asks you to give an account for the hope that is in you,
1 Peter 3:15a
God will use our testimony to heal others
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our affliction so that we will be able to comfort those who are in any affliction with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God.
2 Corinthians 1:3-4
And in the words of my Jr. High Youth Pastor:
Why did people sit on the edge of their seats when Jesus talked about heaven?
Because that’s where He came from…
People are on the edge of their seats when we minister from where we’ve been.
So don’t be afraid, just practice, get prepared, and ask the Holy Spirit to fill your mouth with His words.
Will you please join me on Sunday, February 27, 2022, at the Chayil Circle to hear my story?
it can be scary to share your testimony in public, and I could really use your support. I hope to see you there.
Are you wounded from a previous abortion(s)?
You’re not alone
There is help, reach out