"I can't forgive myself for the abortion I pressured my daughter into having."
How it sounds in your head: She wanted to keep the baby, but I convinced her it would ruin her life. I took away my own grandchild. There's no forgiving this—I don't even deserve to ask.
"Come now, and let us reason together, says the Lord, though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be as wool."
-- Isaiah 1:18Source: enemy accusation amplified by genuine grief, making her suffering feel like the only acceptable response to irreversible loss.
The loss is permanent, her daughter still grieves it, and grandmother-guilt compounds mother-guilt exponentially. The magnitude of the decision feels beyond the scope of forgiveness.
He murdered Christians, dragged mothers from their children to prison, consented to Stephen's stoning, breathed threats and slaughter—he killed people. God called him the CHIEF of sinners, then made him the primary author of the New Testament and greatest missionary—instant complete assignment to highest calling despite being a murderer.
I REFUSE the lie that this is beyond forgiveness. IT IS WRITTEN that though my sins are like scarlet, they shall be white as snow; though crimson, they shall be as wool. There is NO sin beyond the reach of His blood. IT IS WRITTEN where sin abounded, grace abounded MUCH MORE. I am the righteousness of God in Christ, covered by the BARAK blessing that protected Judah in the Messianic line despite his sexual sin. God's grace is bigger than my worst decision. I receive His complete forgiveness NOW.
The Father isn't standing at a distance waiting for you to prove yourself worthy of approaching—He's running toward you with the robe and ring while you're still covered in the worst of it. He took this to the cross before you ever made the decision, and His blood was already enough.