It was a disheartening day for those babies in the womb. One mother went on the mobile ultrasound unit parked nearby and chose life. Praise God for that rescued child and repentant soul! Another saw her baby, and still entered the mill. But for me and fellow counselor, Chrissy, one of the most heart breaking moments was when we spoke with a college student. She stopped her car to take our literature, and told Chrissy she was in her final trimester at college. She could not have a baby now. She seemed perky, intelligent, with a conscience, and a pricked heart.
"If my mother knew I was here, she would kill me,"she told us, hanging her head.
"But your mother didn't kill you," I said, "She gave birth to you."
I let that message sink in to no avail. She went in the mill to abort her baby.
Later, walking around my neighborhood, the faint scent of wisteria still filled the air. It seemed so incongruous, that sweet scent of flowering life mingled with those sad scenes of death. I felt a strange urge to stop all the cars passing me on my neighborhood street, to hand them literature, and beg them not to kill their babies. The barbaric and inhumane killing of the unborn should not be legal, but it is somehow doubly an outrage in this season of abundant new life.
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Sunday, my niece shared she is returning to school to finish earning her college degree. Her son is 9 years old now. Handsome young man...the young college woman has no clue how this decision will change her life FOREVER...knowing it's wrong, that her Mom would kill her...she is already well on the road to regret.
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