Sometimes, even after seeing their babies, the mamas at the abortion center choose death. We sidewalk counselors do not go on the Mobile Ultrasound RV that parks up the street from the center. We are trained and welcome on a different RV that parks right on the clinic curb. We always watch that RV up the street, however. If a mama leaves the RV and continues into the abortion center, we double our efforts to convince her to change her mind.
This happened yesterday, and the mama went in the abortion center despite our pleas. However, she came out shortly, and left before the abortionist arrived. One baby safe.
Another mama went in, despite our pleas and offers of help. She too was not in there long, then came out and drove out of the parking lot. She stopped to tell us she decided not to abort, took our gift bag, and thanked us. Two babies safe!
Another mama went on the RV up the street. We watched, hopeful that this mama would also leave with her baby alive. She came off the RV, but then sat in her car. The RV drove away. Still the mama sat in her car, still parked up the street from us. After conferring with one of our veteran counselors, I agreed this mama was on the fence and I should go try to talk with her.
I trekked up the hill. The mama rolled down her window. She spoke no English but her friend in the passenger seat did and agreed to translate. The mama told me she must abort due to financial struggles. I listed all the ways we could help as well as the many Christian resources and services available. I told her about our baby showers that provide the first full two years of baby needs, and about our resource center that could meet other needs. I also discussed the option of adoption.
Then I asked if she believed in God. She did.
"What would God have you do?" I asked.
This is often the deal-breaker question. The mama began crying and told me He would not have her kill her baby.
"Then nothing else matters," I told her. She nodded.
One of my team members crept up beside me and placed a gift bag at my feet. A vote of confidence in what the mama would ultimately decide.
"Will you keep your baby?" I asked.
She nodded.
I handed her the gift bag, and she went through the baby items, smiling as she held each one.
Finally, I gave her our pamphlet in Spanish, as well as the name and number of one of our Spanish speaking counselors. She was so young, so lovely. My prayer is God will uphold and protect her in her fragile conviction.
I thought of the question I ask nearly every mother I encounter at the abortion mill:
What would God have you do?
It is the most important question any of us can ask when we face a choice. Sometimes the answer isn't clear, but usually, I think it is. When we are honest with ourselves. The problem is being honest first with ourselves, and then with God.
I walked back to my team, down the hill. The car didn't move. I stood there watching with my team, all of us praying and hoping. The car engine sputtered to life, and the new mother turned the car around and drove away from the abortion center.
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