I was a born again, spirit filled believer for a little under a year when I cried out to God again in agony comparable then only to the day He saved me in April 2004. I was driving on 83 South returning from a visit to my Lebanon office ( I had 8 at the time) when unprovoked, I began to remember my abortions, some of them anyway. The grief and shame that overcame me was crushing. I felt as if the very breath, God had breathed into me less than a year earlier, was being sucked