At 73, I looked like I had it all together, with a Dr. in front of my name, years of education and a thriving practice. Although divorced, I had done very well on my own. But deep inside of my successful life there was a shameful secret: two abortions. As a young woman, many years ago, I thought I had no other choice. And I thought there was no way I could be forgiven.

I became a Christian at age 55, but even then, knowing that I was loved, adopted and forgiven by God, I could not forgive myself. But God was making a way. Through my church, I heard about Someone Cares, a group for women who have had abortions. During the course of the group, at long last, I gave my children their names, wrote them letters, and now have such excitement about seeing them.

God is bigger than my sin. His love is greater than my sin, and His mercy endures forever. And one day, I will see them face to face and recognize them as they will recognize me as their mother. I know they have been waiting for me. God has loved them more than I ever could.