Sweet Scents of Blessing

Two wonderful events. First, I took Honeybun on a walk and saw crocuses budding. They were almost ready to open. Lovely! Then I got a text in response to my own from one of the young ladies who chose life a couple of weeks ago and drove away from the abortion mill. "A" is now 13 weeks pregnant and very excited about whether she will have a boy or girl. She already has the boy's name picked out. Two weeks ago, that baby was on the way to his death, at the hands of his own parents. Today, his mama has chosen his name already and can't wait to meet him. (Unless he is a she, in which case, her mama still needs to scramble for a name and can't wait to meet her.) I am savoring this sweet scent of God's blessing.

Oh! Wait! Three wonderful events! I bought superglue and fixed my yard angel's broken arm. One of the recent storms broke her arm off, the one holding a little bird. I love my little angel and was very sad about this. But yesterday, I crouched in the garden, by my angel with the broken arm and superglued it back in place. I kneeled there with my angel, and prayed the fix would hold. The arm stayed on when I let go, the bond now strong and secure. I don't think it will fall off again. The little bird in her hand is safe.

The broken angel has much in common with the new mama "A" ...and with me. Some of the mothers who choose life after almost aborting their child return at a later date to go through with the abortion. After first deciding to keep the baby, they return home to the same awful circumstances, unsupportive home, or selfish desires that prompted them to consider aborting in the first place. We sidewalk counselors are encouraged to stay in touch with the "saves," and to offer support, the truth and hope of the Gospel, and resources as needed to help solidify the decision for life. God is working in their hearts, and we are in the wings ready to be His hands and feet as needs arise. Those mothers are broken just like all of humanity is broken. Just like I am broken, and if you are honest with yourself, just like you are too. But there is healing, there is salvation, there is hope...we can all be fixed. The moment we turn from our selfish, prideful ways and trust to follow God, the healing begins. And the power of Jesus is far stronger than superglue.

I glanced out later that evening at my angel's arm. Still securely attached and still holding tightly to the tiny bird!

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Psalm 34:18

The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit.

Psalm 51:17 

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart, O God, you will not despise.

Psalm 147:3 

He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds.

Isaiah 57:15 

For thus says the One who is high and lifted up, who inhabits eternity, whose name is Holy: “I dwell in the high and holy place, and also with him who is of a contrite and lowly spirit, to revive the spirit of the lowly, and to revive the heart of the contrite.