I haven’t been in a “writing mood” recently,
which is strange because I usually have more things to write than I have time
for! Days like today out at the abortion mill make me want to write, though; somehow
it helps me unwind and process the morning.
One of our Monday team regulars was gone this
morning so it felt like a very small crowd on the sidewalks. My sister and I
arrived first and I began speaking on the microphone. There was a testimony
from Tuesday last week at this same abortion mill that a woman who was in a
back room preparing for her abortion came out and chose life because of what
she had heard being shared over the microphone. I’m very thankful that we have
this tool to reach those inside the building that wouldn’t be able to hear our
voices otherwise!
I had checked the weather last night in
preparation for this morning and it wasn’t calling for rain in the morning, so
we didn’t bother to pack our umbrellas. We have found that no matter what the
weatherman says, though, it almost always
rains on Monday morning. And guess what? It did! (Note to self: always bring umbrellas.) We were
thankful for a dear brother who arrived soon after us to lend his support, encouragement,
help and—he also brought umbrellas!!
Two women turned away from death after seeing
their child on the free ultrasound provided by the pregnancy resource center’s
mobile RV that comes out. We’re so thankful for that tool, as well; God has
blessed us with such wonderful resources in this battle for life and souls!
Sadly, not all of those who get the ultrasound
chose life. My sister talked to one young woman who had an ultrasound and is
seven weeks along. She said that she didn’t feel ready to be a parent, but my
sister explained that she already is a mother and nothing—not even abortion—will
ever change that. If she has an abortion she will just be the mother of a dead
child. She admitted that it felt “awkward” to be going in to an abortion
clinic. It should! That was her conscience, the law of God written on her
heart, but she ignored it.
There
seemed to be a lot of hard hearts this morning. Of course, there always are,
but some mornings we see it more than others. One woman took the resource
booklet that the man in the car had taken from me and threw it back out the
window. Later she was laughing and dancing in the parking lot. She might laugh
now, but the Bible says that those who laugh now will weep later. My heart
breaks for her.
Another woman that I talked to said that she
had previously had an abortion and had gone through a lot of pain and mental
anguish after that. When I asked her if she wanted to go through that again,
she said that she just needed to do it. I told her that we were there to show
her a different way if she would let us help her. Then I asked her if she knew
or cared what God thought about what she was going to do and she said she
didn’t care. It really just came down to a hard heart. God can’t help those who
don’t want to be helped.
