Shortly after I arrived on the sidewalks of the busy abortion center where we encourage women to choose life, I spied a little baby lizard running in circles in the middle of the road. I tried to shoo him across the road so he wouldn't be killed by the speeding cars of abortion–minded mamas. He jumped onto my shoe and began to climb up my leg. I took this as an omen or message from God. So I scooped him up instantly, took his photograph, and carried him safely to the other side of the road, away from that terrible evil place.
"They are God's creatures too," I said to my sidewalk cohort, Sherry.
Out of the ground the Lord God formed every animal of the field and every bird of the air, and brought them to the man. The man gave names to all. Genesis 2:19,20
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten in God’s sight. Luke 12:6
After my volunteer work, I went for my radiation session where I complained to everyone who would listen about the pain in my rib. The rib is a casualty of a close encounter with my bicycle handlebar. The radiation is from a close encounter with cancer.
After the doctor examined me, he agreed it was probably broken. There's nothing they can do but if it doesn't improve pain-wise in the next few days they will switch around how they do the radiation to give it a chance to heal. He told me if it is not feeling better, they will need to take a closer look to see if there's maybe something else going on.
"Like what?" I asked
"Oh scarring, fat tissue necrosis."
I thought of the verse about God remembering even the sparrows.
As I closed my eyes during radiation, I envisioned the baby lizard scooped up by a giant hand and carried to safety. A beautiful picture filled my heart of how God performs the same supernatural rescue of me.
He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. Psalm 40:2
All in all, a good day-- one human baby was saved and one baby lizard. In the midst of my sidewalk volunteer time, one of the moms I work with who chose life several months ago texted me. She is due in a few weeks. She wanted me to choose her baby's middle name! I told her I would be honored and I would think about a special name. The baby's first name is Bella. That means beautiful. So I decided her middle name should be Esperanza which is Spanish for hope. Bella Esperanza. Beautiful hope.
I texted the mama. "How about Bella Esperanza? Beautiful Hope. That is what your baby means to me."
"That is lovely! That will be her name!" the mama said.
That was my message from God for the day.