Before I married, I was living in Florida and I went to the beach and let the waves wash over me as I silently Baptized my two aborted babies. I gave them Feminine Christian names (that I now cannot remember). I felt that both babies were girls.
My two live children were both boys. One son was multi-handicapped and died before his 25th birthday. My other son is now living as a transgender woman.
If I had not returned to the Church, I would never understand the power and love of The DIVINE MERCY. I know that, in fact, I was a very good mother to my sons. These children were so desperately wanted and loved. They taught me so very much about how precious life is. Yet, I still realize that I killed my two little aborted babies. Thank goodness for God’s Grace.