"I got multiple abortions; one might be forgivable but not three."
How it sounds in your head: The first one, maybe—I was young, scared, alone. But the second? The third? That's a pattern. That's not a mistake; that's a lifestyle. I kept choosing death. God might forgive one moment of weakness, but not serial killing. That's different.
"He will again have compassion on us, and will subdue our iniquities. You will cast all our sins into the depths of the sea."
-- Micah 7:19Source: religious hierarchy of sin that treats repeated sin as proof of a reprobate mind, creating tiers of forgivability.
The repetition feels like it proves something darker than ignorance—it feels like evidence of a hard heart, a seared conscience. One is a mistake; three is a choice. Or so the shame says.
Mary Magdalene had SEVEN demons cast out of her—not one moment of possession, but SEVEN. That's serial, repeated, deep bondage. Jesus didn't say 'you're too far gone.' He delivered her completely, and she became the FIRST person to see Him resurrected—ultimate honor.
I REFUSE the lie that repeated sin is beyond repeated grace. IT IS WRITTEN that God casts ALL my sins into the depths of the sea—no sin-counting, no strike system, ALL. Peter asked if he should forgive seven times; Jesus said seventy times seven. If that's the standard for ME forgiving, how much MORE does the Father forgive? IT IS WRITTEN that where sin abounds, grace abounds MUCH MORE. I am not a serial killer; I am a serially LOVED daughter, covered by the BARAK blessing that isn't revoked by repetition. I am washed, white as snow, ONCE FOR ALL. My identity is REDEEMED.
The Father doesn't keep a tally sheet with escalating penalties—He keeps a CROSS with 'PAID IN FULL' written across every single abortion, every single choice, every single regret. He's not waiting for you to grovel long enough; He's already running with the robe.