Showers of Blessing

My little clay homemade 12 week-in-utero baby was in my pocket as I stood on the sidewalk in front of the abortion mill. It had been a seemingly fruitless morning. The security man, L, was particularly vile, using strings of cusswords that lasted for minutes on end. He was very angry at me for stopping cars in the driveway.

"Have some respect you $$##@$%%^&&&!" he cried out, "If I didn't want to be respectful I would call you a B----, but I will instead just tell you to get the @@#@@#$$%%^^^&&&*^^% off of the driveway!"

I employed my "love em to death" strategy:
"OK, God loves you, you know."
"Yes, I know, he loves every soul!" shrieked L.
"You are right about that," I called back, "Every single soul. Every single soul of every single baby too!"

He went on swearing, but I was sidetracked by a car driving along the road. I rushed into the road, and motioned to them to come talk to me. They stopped. The woman looked down and then away. The man, who was driving, looked at the steering wheel.

"Hi," I said, "I'm Vicky. Please don't go in there. You don't have to make this choice. There are so many resources and so many people that want to help you. Please, at least let me show you our literature. And see that RV on the corner? You can get a free ultrasound there. If you go in that clinic, they will take your money but they don't care about you."
The girl was still turned away.
"How far along are you?" I asked gently.
She looked briefly at me, and then straight ahead again, "Ten weeks."
I reached in my pocket and pulled out my little clay baby.
"See this baby?" I said. She turned and looked at my outstretched hand. "This is just a little older than the baby you are carrying. Your baby already has arms, and legs, and fingers and toes, just like this baby. He or she has a beating heart, and wants to live."

Inexplicably, at that point, my voice broke, and I started crying. I wasn't bawling all over their upholstery, but my heart broke for that little unwanted baby in that frightened girl's womb.
"Please, take my literature," I begged.
I handed the man my booklet with baby photos at various ages in utero.
"Here in the front is a whole page of resources in the community that can help you. We have a doctor who will deliver the baby for free, a woman who throws a huge baby shower, the free ultrasound, free pregnancy counseling, and we just had someone come on board that will advise with financial planning. Please take this and look at it. And here is my cell phone. You can call me or text me at any time. I will help in any way I am able."
The man took it.
They still didn't speak.
"If you turn around and park behind the RV, I will walk you to the nurse who is so sweet and kind. No strings attached. Just go see your baby."
The man nodded, and drove forward, but instead of pulling behind the RV, he pulled into the abortion mill lot. I tucked my clay baby in my pocket with a deep sigh.

As they walked into the mill, I called out again, "Please, please. You don't have to do this. Don't go in there. Please don't kill your baby."
They went in.

More cars arrived and more women gave us momentary glances. All of us sidewalk counselors seized those ten or fifteen seconds afforded us to plead for the life of their child. Fifteen seconds to change someone's heart....And then, I saw a car pull away from the mill. It was the car of the couple I had spoken with.

Ten minutes later, I got a text on my phone. Here is what it said:
"I wanted to let you know you inspired me so much. I kept my baby. You're truly a blessing from God."

This is a message I will print and hang on my wall, so that when I forget that God is bigger than all the fear and uncertainty of this world, it will remind me.

If you, like me, were moved to understand that God doesn't need anything but a willing heart to move mountains, please go to cities4life.org to see how you can help.

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"I will cause the shower to come down in his season; there shall be showers of
blessing." / Ezekiel 34:26