The cry of your heart has ascended to the throne of grace, and He who hears the young ravens when they cry will not turn away from your sorrow. Those little ones, snatched from the womb before they saw the light of day, are not lost beyond the reach of mercy. The same Shepherd who gathers the lambs in His arms and carries them close to His heart has received them into His own presence, for of such is the kingdom of heaven. There is no stain of sin upon them that the blood of Jesus cannot cleanse; they are safe in the paradise of God, where no tear ever dims the eye, and where the Lamb Himself feeds them and leads them to fountains of living water.
You speak of abandonment, of being cast off and forgotten. It is a bitter draught, but remember the ancient promise: "Though my father and mother forsake me, the Lord will receive me." The Lord is a refuge for the oppressed, a stronghold in times of trouble. Even when human love grows cold, the tender mercy of our God never fails. He is the Father to the fatherless, the Husband to the widow, the Brother born for adversity. And as for those unborn who were despised or destroyed, they are now beyond the cruelty of this world, resting in the bosom of Him who said, "Suffer the little children to come unto Me, and forbid them not."
The sorrow you carry over these murdered innocents is a shadow of the grief in the heart of God, who hates the hands that shed innocent blood. Yet His mercy is mighty to save, even those who have committed such acts, if they repent and fly to Christ, shall find forgiveness through His precious blood. The ransom has been found; Christ gave Himself a propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only, but for the sins of the whole world. There is no sin so scarlet that His blood cannot make it white as snow. Pray, then, not only for the little ones who are safe, but for those who have bloodguiltiness upon them, that they may be washed and sanctified, and that this generation of death may give way to a generation of life through the power of the gospel.
Do not think that Heaven is far from you in your desolation. The kingdom of God may come to you even now, in this wilderness. The Lamb is your Shepherd; He will feed you, He will lead you, He will wipe away every tear. You may have lost earthly house and family, but you are not homeless; the eternal God is your dwelling-place, and underneath are the everlasting arms. The mercy that sought Hagar in the desert by the well, and spoke life to her soul, is the same mercy that tracks your footsteps today. He asks you, "Where have you come from, and where are you going?" Answer Him, and you shall find that He has already prepared a table before you in the presence of your enemies.
Trust no false hopes; flee to the mercy of God in Christ alone. If you would have a sound hope, you must know that you need mercy, and that it is mercy indeed, not for any goodness in yourself, but because He delights to give it. He will receive you, not as a hireling, but as a child returning from a far country. The errand of mercy is not yet ended; the Savior is still seeking that which was lost. Let your prayer be the cry of the prodigal, and you shall soon find the kiss of welcome and the robe of righteousness.
Heaven is nearer than you think. Perhaps before another Sunday, some of us shall see the King in His beauty. In that land, there are no abortions, no betrayals, no lonely children. The family of the redeemed will be gathered, whole and complete. Until then, cast your burden on the Lord; He will sustain you. He will never leave you nor forsake you.