The Writing on the Wall: Christ Will Himself Restore

Monday, the attacks by The Enemy were heavy. I don't panic when I feel under intense attack by The Enemy as much as I used to. Believe me, I don't like it and don't welcome it. However, if Satan is attacking, I must be doing something right! But Monday, my day to serve as a sidewalk counselor at the abortion mill, I woke up to my poor dog completely lame and unable to walk. Then my new Surface Pro 2 Computer went berserk. It wouldn't start, and when I figured how to trick it into turning on, it was doing strange and terrible things. Additionally, I commit to an hour of prayer for our church and the sidewalk counselors prior to leaving for the abortion mill. How could I deal with these catastrophes, cover myself and others in prayer, and get there on time? And one of our leaders could not be there that day. I had to go! They would understand if I cancelled...but I could not cancel. I felt very strongly that is what Satan was going for. I would not give him the satisfaction. I prayed for the hour, but it was not as focused as it should have been. So many worries and anxieties intruding!!

As I drove to the abortion mill, my heart was distracted and heavy with all the things collapsing about me. I arrived at the mill, and cars began streaming in. It was so disheartening to see all the carloads of women determined to kill their babies. An hour and a half went by without a single person stopping to let me talk with them or hand them literature. Then suddenly, there were three cars in a row that blocked the road, rolled down their windows, and let me make my plea. The abortion mill "bouncer" came to scream at me for blocking the road, and I lost one car to the evil lure of the abortion center parking lot. But they had the literature in their hands, and both the man and woman had been crying when they left me and Celia, another counselor. Another couple listened and said they would think about it, took the literature, but also pulled into the mill. We had awesome counselors speaking, pleading, and exhorting on the loudspeaker. Perhaps those women inside the abortion mill would be listening...

A third driver rolled down her window. She was here for an abortion, she told me, could I help her find the abortion center? I did not volunteer that she was right in front of it. I showed her my literature and begged her to get the free ultrasound (in the pro-life RV.) No, she would not change her mind, she insisted. Her mind was made up. She already had three children and this was not a convenient time for another.

I asked if the issue was financial, and showed her the page of resources in the community to help her. No, the issue was not financial. Her mind was made up. Thank you and goodbye. She took my literature, but drove away. However, she did not turn into the driveway of the center. She passed it by. I almost cheered, but then she turned around. She drove back to me and asked me where the abortion place was. It was right in front of her and God had clearly blinded her to the location!

"If you can't find it," I told her, "Don't you see that God is telling you in no uncertain terms not to go there? God is directing very clearly to go get the free ultrasound, right there." I pointed. The pro-life RV was parked right in front of her car. The nurse from the RV came over at this point, and calmly talked to her about how much sense it made to just get the ultrasound for free, since she would need one anyway, no matter what choice she made regarding her baby.

"No strings attached," I told her.
She sighed deeply, and then said, "Oh, why not?"

I did a happy dance inside my head, but I knew her heart was hard. She was determined to kill her baby and I did not sense any yielding. While she was in the ultrasound RV, I paced and prayed. I pulled out my little fetal model of a baby I had made that was the age of her baby. I was feeling certain she would need further convincing when she was done in the RV. I held the little baby model in my hand. A half hour went by...then an hour. Normally they are out within a half hour. Finally, in an act of faith, I put the little fetal model away in my pouch. After an hour and a half, the mama emerged from the RV. The nurse motioned to me, and I went running over.

"Did you choose life?" I asked, my heart pounding. She nodded, and said she was going to keep the baby. I hugged her, and gave her some gifts. I reminded her that she had my name and number and if she needed any help or ever wanted to talk to call me. Cities4life had many contacts and many resources I told her and we would help her in any way we could. She took the bag of baby gifts.

Then I asked, "How do you feel about this decision?"
"Relieved," she said, smiling.

Remember, this is a mama who said we could not change her mind. She was determined to kill her baby. And yet she felt relieved when she emerged having made the choice that her baby should live.
As she drove away, I felt weak. My legs felt like buckling. Other sidewalk counselors know what I am talking about. We had just been to war...and in this case...won the battle. I felt like I might collapse. There were at least three mothers that chose life that morning that we knew of.

However, I could not yet collapse. I had an appointment next with Microsoft to fix my computer which I was sure was demon possessed...or at least, irrevocably broken. I drove there next. I showed the expert my computer, explaining the terrible, awful symptoms. He nodded, pushed two buttons, and it was fixed.

Finally, as the afternoon closed, I returned home. I walked in the door and remembered my poor dog who had not been able to walk for three days. My poor dog...who was....WAIT !!! Was that my poor lame dog bouncing excitedly at the door to greet me? Was that my lame dog running back and forth across the room, and barking with joy to see me? My husband had gotten prednisone from the vet, and given Honeybun her first dose. It was as though she were completely cured with the first pill.

Nothing is impossible with God.

When the abortion-minded mama was in the ultrasound RV, and I was pacing, Celia brought me a gift bag of goodies for her.
"This is for when she chooses life," Celia told me. Not if...when.
I hugged Celia, for the hope and faith she exhibited as I clutched the bag.

Nothing is impossible with God.

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If you would like to join the men and women fighting for life on the sidewalks of abortion mills, go to cities4life.org. and charlottecities4life.org

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