In the Bible, I found Romans 3:23, which told me that all have sinned and come short of the

glory of God. The promise of John 3:16 gave me hope: God so loved the world [even me!] that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life. I soon began to see the truth about my life from Gods perspective. I was a haughty, proud, and selfish woman in desperate need of a Savior. I finally yielded my rebellious and sinful life to Him, and I received Jesus Christ as my personal Savior.

repented, God began to change me from the inside out. Someone once said, Life can be the same after losing a trinket but not after losing a treasure. I lost three treasures when I aborted my children. I lost more when I squandered my sexual purity in search of fulfillment. God granted me mercy, grace, and salvation from my sins through His Son, Jesus Christ. He also granted me the privilege of marrying the man who led me to Christ. And there was another expression of Gods grace yet to come. In the next five years, God granted me the joy of giving birth to two more beautiful sons. He allowed life to emerge from a place where once death had reigned! I am a woman who has experienced Gods amazing grace in forgiveness from sin in general and abortion in particular. I want you to know that hope and healing are available through Jesus Christ! - Colleen Tronson

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One womans journey from the bondage of abortion to freedom in Jesus Christ

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Hope and healing are available through Jesus Christ!

Mourning over my sin, I was comforted to read Isaiah 1:18. Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins are as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow: though they are red like crimson they shall be as wool. My life contained plenty of scarlet, but through His amazing grace, God washed me white as snow. He did not give me what I deserved; instead He showed me incredible mercy. Romans 8:1 states that There is no condemnation to them which are in Christ Jesus, who walk not after the flesh, but after the Spirit. Once I

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olorful plastic chairs filled the abortion clinics waiting room. Most were occupied by women completing medical forms. As I crossed the room that first time, not one person made eye contact with me. A nurse appeared and called a patients name. A woman stood and walked alone through windowless double doors, leaving behind the loved one waiting to drive her home following her abortion. My turn came. I passed through those windowless doors to a small room where I undressed and sat on the examination table. I was afraid to have an abortion, but I was more afraid of leaving without the procedure. I laid back on the table and allowed the abortionist to remove my baby from my womb. The abortionist used a vacuum suction machine that was attached to a glass collection bottle under the table. I cried, though the nurse told me to relax. It would be over soon, she said. My baby died that day. Part of me died, too. It went away through the suction tube that removed my child from my womb. Alcohol and drugs quickly became my good friends. A few months passed, and I was pregnant again. The babys father did not want me to abort our child, but he still went with me.

A nurse held my hand during the procedure this time. I didnt cry, but I held my eyes tightly shut. I tried to think of something else... anything but the vacuum machine sounds. Anything besides the pulling and tugging inside my womb.

I contacted a friend, hoping she would finance my next abortion. She couldnt help me. I debated driving my car over a cliff and ending my life. If I died, I reasoned, all my problems and pain would be gone. However, I quickly abandoned the thought for fear my suicide attempt would fail. In the Yellow Pages I found the number for a pregnancy help center that helped me get an ultrasound. Here, I was confronted with the fact I was well into my fourth month. Reluctantly, I began to face the fact that this pregnancy would continue. The following months were a painful time of decision-making. I knew I wasnt ready to be a parent. So, when I gave birth to my beautiful baby boy, I placed him into the waiting arms of his adoptive mother. During that pregnancy, I made some outward changes in my life. I stopped the chemical use and promiscuity. Still my heart had not changed, and within two months of my sons birth, I was back to my old ways. I contracted gonorrhea, which led to a serious case of pelvic inflammatory disease (PID). I spent a week in the hospital fighting a raging infection. This slowed me up, but I was still determined to do what pleased me. After I recovered, I returned to work. A customer soon began talking to me about God. He played his guitar for me and shared songs he wrote while serving time in a state prison. His songs reflected Gods love and His desire to show grace to people.

While I was still on the table, the doctor showed me the result of my abortion...
Once again, my problem drained away into the collection bottle beneath the table. I continued to medicate myself with drugs and alcohol. Not surprisingly, I became pregnant again. This time, I went alone to the nowfamiliar abortion clinic. When the procedure was over, while I was still on the table, the doctor showed me the result of my abortion -- a bloody, brownish mass. How dare he show me that! I was in shock. I left as fast as I could, enraged by his callousness. I lit a cigarette in the parking lot and fumed about what a jerk hed been to me, a paying customer! As my life careened out of control, my actions led to a fourth pregnancy.