I was one of George Klopfer’s patients, the abortionist that kept 2,411 babies in his garage.
I was taken to him because I was a little girl impregnated by a rapist. It was suggested that abortion would fix my trauma.
That day forever changed me and my family. I have always said that my rape was worse than my abortion. What happened behind those doors traumatized and left me in the pit of hell trying to claw my way out. I tried to forget what happened and I never wanted to talk about it again, but it only bubbled out in very destructive ways.
I was running as fast as I could to get away from it and one night, after a heavy night of drinking, I had nothing left but to cry out to God for help. That night He met me with a love I had never felt before and He began restoring all that had been taken from me. I would begin my healing process and I would see Him apply a healing balm on my wounds time after time.
I slowly became transparent in sharing my story but never wanted to talk about my abortion. It was so painful I wanted to forget it. Even as a 13-year-old girl who was raped, I was given a mother’s heart and there was a giant hole left after my abortion.
Eventually I would begin sharing my story after seeing the movie Unplanned. I was invited to see the movie but I had no idea what it was about. As I sat in the theater it was like watching my life unfold before my very eyes. It was during that movie that I heard the Holy Spirit say, now is the time to tell the rest of your story. I began sharing my abortion story and I was met with so much love.
One of the first places I shared my story was with my local Right to Life. I asked them if there was an abortion clinic in the area so I can go and love on abortion-minded women from the sidewalks. I wanted to share my story so they would never have to experience what I did. It was during that time that Whole Women’s Health in South Bend, Indiana, opened without a license.
I knew I needed to go. It was on the clinic sidewalks that God laid it on my heart to hold a memorial service for post-abortive mothers and fathers. So I began preparing a memorial service for Sept 14, 2019.
The day before I had spent preparing and I was busy with the details and that had kept me off social media until right before I was headed to bed. That’s when I saw the story of George Klopfer, the man who did my abortion. He had died earlier in the month. His wife began cleaning out the garage and found that he had kept over 2,000 babies in their home. I crawled into bed that evening and wept and began praying. My first question to God was, “Is my daughter Elliana Grace one of the babies? And why was this happening?”
The Holy Spirit reminded me that my daughter was with Jesus and so were all the babies. He had them all and they were safe and then I was reminded this was why He had laid the memorial service on my heart. He knew many people would be hurting when they heard the news.
SOURCE: Christian Post, Serena Dyksen
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