She opened her eyes. Nudged awake by the ache in her womb, she stared at the date and knew why. Seven years ago today, she’d lain on that table. Her heart pounded as hard now as it did then. And like that day, she recited the reasons she’d agreed to the termination. It had all made such perfect sense.
Her barren womb screamed otherwise. There would be no children. Any future offspring were ripped apart along with what would have been their firstborn sibling. All those that were to be - died that day.
The woman struggled through the day. Would the stain on her soul ever be wiped away? She spent her weekends at the soup kitchens, her vacations building homes for the homeless. What more could she do? How could she pay the price for her sin?
A familiar hiss whispered in her ear, “Nothing, you are condemned. You destroyed a life.”
She shivered. That same whisper had urged her into the cold room, held her captive while the doctor killed her unborn child. Hopelessness seized her heart. She could never feed enough hungry people or do enough good works to pay for what she’d done. There was no way for her to undo her sin. The burden too heavy, she dropped to her knees. “God help me. Oh, Jesus, I knew you when I was small. Forgive me.”
Silence filled the room.
The accusing whisperer fled.
Holding her breath, she stayed, knees to the floor, head bent. Quiet.
In her mind’s eye, she saw One come toward her. Jesus.
He held out his hands, scars visible on His wrists. “Woman, I paid the price.”
She stood on shaking legs.
The Lord took off His robe of righteousness and wrapped it around her shoulders. “In Me, you are clean. Your sin has been wiped away.” And He was gone.
Peace reigned over her. And for the first time since that day seven years ago, she felt clean. Redeemed.