She returned Saturday to stand on the sidewalks of the abortion mill, and plead with the women walking in. "Don't go in those doors! Come talk to me. I know what you are going through. You don't have to do this!" She called out boldly, and many paused to listen to her. The sincerity in her voice was unmistakable.
I don't normally go on Saturday, but I wanted to be there. It took a lot of courage for V to return to that place, and I wanted to support her. At one point, she turned to me, crying, and said, "I can't believe I ever thought about doing that (abortion.)" I handed her a relatively clean tissue from my pocket.
"But you didn't do it. And now you have a powerful message for those women to hear," I told her, hugging her.
During part of the morning, I ducked into the RV with the mobile ultrasound unit to help counsel a Hispanic woman who spoke no English. I used the Google Translator app on my phone and we found out what we needed to know to help her. We were able to get her the ultrasound and information she needed. She was not abortion-minded, but was in hard circumstances, and our follow-up counseling with a Spanish-speaking counselor will be critical.
Then I hurried back out to V, thinking she would need my help. She didn't. Her words reflected a heart bathed by God's mercy, and spoke loudly and clearly. The baby in her arms silently and powerfully gave her own testimony. I was privileged to step back and watch the Glory of God multiplying.
Whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me. Matthew 25:40
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