Thursday, April 27, 2017

God Was Talking to Me

The eye lens of an unborn baby on ultrasound
We were packing up.  I had spent the whole morning on the sidewalks of the abortion center training two new (fabulous) volunteers for Cities4Life. Our wonderful Wednesday team had all headed out. Five women had chosen life already and we were rejoicing. Everyone had already left except the ultrasound sonographer, the Mobile Ultrasound RV driver, and me when I saw a woman walking down the abortion center driveway.

I hurried over. "Can I help you?"
"Do you do free ultrasounds?" she asked.
"Yes," I said. I glanced at our sonographer's car. Had she left already?
I found out the woman's pregnant daughter was waiting in her car, and she was scheduled for an abortion. The woman thought she could talk her daughter into coming on our Monroe HELP RV for an ultrasound.
"Just a sec," I said.

I raced onto the RV. Kelly, the sonographer was still there, gathering her things. She was willing to stay and do the ultrasound, and our dear RV driver, Patrick, was willing to wait for us to bring the woman on-board to scan and counsel her. (He didn't even have a chair, but stood outside in the 80 degree sun for an hour or so waiting for us to finish.)

I hurried back and told the woman to bring her daughter. We could do the ultrasound. It turns out the daughter and the mother were very conflicted. The young lady, H, faced difficult circumstances. She wavered each day on whether to abort or not. However, her abortion appointment for earlier in the week had to be rescheduled. When they came for another cancelled appointment, her mom had noticed the RV and as they tried to reschedule, talked H into looking at her baby on the ultrasound.

"I need to know how far along I am," H told me, "To see if it is a baby or not."

I opened our pamphlet that shows the baby at each week of development in the womb. Slowly I turned the  pages, letting the photos of unborn babies speak for themselves. From 3-4 weeks on, the baby looks unmistakably human. I asked her if she could show me the point at which the baby changed from non-human to human, or from non-baby to baby. She could not.

Then I asked her to tell me about the circumstances that made her feel she needed to abort. She listed them. I asked if any of them changed the intrinsic value of a human being. She admitted they did not. I assured her we could help her with all the obstacles she voiced, but even if we couldn't, would the baby be of any more or less worth? "No," she said.

We went in to the ultrasound room. Kelly is astonishingly skillful, and the baby put on the show of her life. She held her hands to her mouth, stuck out her tongue, twisted and turned. And then, the biggest miracle: Kelly was able to get a picture of the baby's eye lens. Never in my 3 1/2 years of counseling women had I seen that. I hugged H and thanked her for bringing this incredible baby to us.

"So how do you feel now?" I asked.
"Well of course I am choosing life," she said, "I am excited. All those changes to the appointment, and then you guys being here...I think God was talking to me."
"Yes," Kelly and I agreed, "We think so too."


Psalm 139:13

For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb.

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

When Blessings Fall Like Raindrops

Those are ducks paddling about on what used to be a dry lawn at the abortion center. They are swimming in a puddle. It was a downpour all morning yesterday as our Cities4Life team stood dripping on the sidewalk pleading with the women to choose life. We were all soaked and chilled by the unceasing cold shower, but here's the good news: five women chose life for their babies!!!

One story was particularly heartening. A young man stopped his car for Chrissy, the Cities4Life Counselor in the photo above. He took our literature and asked us to try to stop his girlfriend who would be coming in a different car, which he described. We all kept a look-out. The car drove into the abortion center, and Chrissy and I gave our all, calling to the woman, encouraging her to come on our RV ultrasound, and letting God help her in choosing life. The woman went in the abortion center anyway.

"Get on the mic!!" I said to Chrissy.
She immediately went to our sound system and pleaded with the woman.

Chrissy pleading on mic. Wonderful Sarah in long skirt who we have to thank for bringing the tent!

To our complete delight, the woman and her boyfriend emerged from the abortion center and stopped their cars on the way out to thank us, and tell us they chose life. One could ALMOST forget how cold and wet we were.
Except the nearby ducks kept reminding us.... A mama and papa duck swam cheerfully in the downpour, in their new little lake. In place of the dry ditch, the deluge afforded them new rivers to explore. Ducks do not normally hang out on the dry fields of the abortion center. Water rolled off their backs. I thought of the Bible verse from Isaiah: For I will pour water on the thirsty land, and streams on the dry ground; I will pour my Spirit upon your offspring, and my blessing on your descendants.(Isaiah 44:3)

What a perfect message on this rainy day in the dry, God-forsaken yard of the southeast's busiest abortion center!

And the ducks were not the only fowl sending us messages of encouragement.

This is a mama and daddy goose with two little goslings. They are scrounging for food on the lawn not yet under water of the abortion center. I think they were sent by God to remind these women that God's design for the family is perfect. The goose mama's tender care and careful protection of her little ones kept me from getting too close for a great picture.  I hoped the message was not lost upon those abortion-minded women intent on destroying their own little ones.

When we walk...or obedience to Him, He fills dreary ditches with lakes to swim in, and pours blessings down like rain. The rain will soak the dry ground, and God's spirit will flood thirsty souls with hope and life.

Please pray for our team this morning as we head out to the sidewalks in, yes, more rain. I may have to grow gills for this gig.
To learn about what we do on the front-lines, Love Life Charlotte has a great free conference planned May 6. Click HERE for info.

John 7:38-39

Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart will flow rivers of living water.’” Now this he said about the Spirit, whom those who believed in him were to receive, for as yet the Spirit had not been given, because Jesus was not yet glorified.

Sunday, April 23, 2017


I kayaked Saturday in the 85 degree day because we were warned today would be cold and rainy, and so would the first half of the week. There were a lot of motor boats out, so it wasn't the peaceful calm river I most enjoy, but God is always showing me hidden treasures.

Yesterday's message was contained in this unusual tree root. I don't know what kind of a tree it is. It looks like a mangrove tree root...but the rest of the tree doesn't look like a mangrove. I think it is a tree that started to fall, and its roots went into action, growing wildly despite their precarious upturned position. Somehow, they managed to anchor the toppling tree, arrest its collapse, and make this beautiful, intricate, artistic, tangle. The tree will never be straight up and down, like all the trees around it, but it is alive, and even thriving in its slanted state.

This is what I visualize happens when we fall away from God, veer from His intended path, and almost topple to destruction. Just in time, we turn back, repent, and despite the consequences of our terrible choices, manage to survive. God can indeed restore us, make us grow, and keep us upright...but the tangled mess that is made by our near collapse will always be a part of us. It is not the beautiful solid straight trunk with roots deep underground that God may have intended, but He can still make something sturdy and beautiful out of the tangled mess.

Should other trees begin to fall, perhaps they may see the slanted tree with those victorious, tangled roots, and have hope that they too might be saved and restored.


Jeremiah 30:17 

For I will restore health to you, and your wounds I will heal, declares the Lord, because they have called you an outcast: ‘It is Zion, for whom no one cares!’

Restore to me the joy of your salvation, and uphold me with a willing spirit.

Saturday, April 22, 2017

They Hear You. An Encouragement

A beautiful photo of the love between mama and progeny

The director of Cities4Life, Daniel, and I will be presenting at a conference run by Love-life Charlotte in a couple of weeks. We will be doing a “breakout session” about sidewalk counseling in front of the abortion clinic. I asked if one of the women I work with who chose life over abortion could be there…and we could “interview” her. He liked that idea, so I asked a woman who I have now followed almost three years. (Her daughter is two-years-old now.) 

I sent the list of questions to the woman so she could think about her responses, and asked if there were any others she thought we should ask. She said yes, there was one. That question: do you think the continual pleading to the women at the abortion center is harassment?

Well. I was grieved as I read this. I wrote to her, and said it was a good question…how would she answer it? I also wrote to Daniel and said the only skill I have is PERSISTENCE….what if it is perceived as harassment? He had a great response, and wrote back that if he was a baby in the womb about to be killed, he would want someone to be persistent in speaking on the baby’s behalf. Then I received the woman’s response to her own question. Here it is:

Please! Please! The persistence is very much needed., in my case. I heard them while walking in, walking beside me, giving me scriptures, and even while I was inside, their voices resonated even deeper within my soul. You may feel like you are not getting through to the women or men but we hear you, we hear you, we hear you! In my case I didn't make the decision until I was inside and the scriptures and smiles I had seen outside along with the continued voices while I was inside touched my heart and I chose life! So please don't get discouraged if you feel they aren't listening ... we hear you! 

All you who labor on the front-lines of the pro-life movement: take heart. Be encouraged. They hear you. Not all will act upon the truths you speak, but they hear you.
For info on Love Life Conference, click here: 

Galatians 6:9

And let us not grow weary of doing good, for in due season we will reap, if we do not give up.

Friday, April 21, 2017

When Heaven is Mine...

in my happy place

I haven't had as much time to kayak lately as I would like. My work as a pro-life counselor on the sidewalks of the Southeast's busiest abortion center has increased exponentially. I love seeing so many babies saved and new lives surrendered to Christ, but I do miss kayaking. It is how I recharge when my batteries are nearly drained dry.

So I finished my work early in the morning yesterday, and hustled out to the Catawba River. It was a beautiful day. Not another soul was on the river, but there were lots of turtles, herons, and osprey. And then, a party boat with the name of the nearby marina on it began following me. Someone with a very professional looking camera was clearly taking pictures of me in my kayak with the marina in the background. I assume it was some sort of promotional photo-shoot for the new apartment buildings by the marina. Still, it was a little creepy...

I passed by some really spectacular homes with huge boats docked by lavish piers with gazebos on the fancy docks. I gazed a little longingly at those gorgeous homes. Somehow, that got me thinking about heaven. Right now, here on earth, we get glimpses of the joy, delight, comfort, and glory of heaven...but they are only out of the corner of our eye; fleeting glimpses. Heaven doesn't yet belong to us.

But we are promised that one day we will dwell there. A room is prepared for us, and we will live there forever.

We will not just float by, wistfully gazing at something we could never afford. It will be ours...priceless, yet bought not by us, but by the blood of Jesus in His sacrificial death which paid the penalty for our sin. By His payment on our behalf, we are gained access to God for all eternity, our debts paid, our relationship to our righteous, holy Creator restored. Wow...just wow.

As I kayaked by the beautiful mansions, I prayed. I prayed for all my loved ones who don't know Jesus as Lord, and all the women I work with who chose life over abortion, and all the lost souls who have rejected the only One worth knowing and trusting. I prayed all of them would glimpse heaven and desire it so strongly that all the barriers of pride and doubt would fall away and it would be their promise, not their loss.

Maybe the party boat cameraman was doing a photo-shoot titled: Heaven bound! How about you?
I long to give this vision of Heaven and a right relationship with God to the women who will flock to the abortion center this morning. My team and I and two new volunteers will be there pleading with the women with the power of the Gospel and real hope and help through Cities4Life. Please join us. E-mail me to set up a time when you can shadow experienced sidewalk counselors at

Revelation 21:4

He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.”

In my Father's house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you?

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Are Lives Transforming? Thoughts on Pro-life Endeavors

Baby saved from abortion, now 2 years old

I subscribe to a site that sends me a new word every day. I have a terrible memory, so most of the new words fall quickly from my jello-trap mind into the abyss of forgotten memories. Anyway, today's word is a good one. Alembic: noun- something that refines, purifies, or transforms.

In my work as a sidewalk counselor at the Southeast's busiest abortion center, I often ponder the impact of all the hours I spend pleading with women to choose life for their unborn babies. Is it worthwhile? Is it efficacious? Will they just be back one day to abort a different baby? Will the babies grow up in dismal circumstances and curse me if they had the chance?

Or will the mothers hear a message that is suffused with the alembic of God's word?

I believe that abortion is wrong, a blight on our country and on our souls, and a terrible evil. I believe God created human life in His image and we have no right to destroy innocent human life. I believe the church who claims Jesus Christ as Lord should rise up against this scourge and take seriously the Biblical admonition to: Speak up for those who have no voice, for the justice of all who are dispossessed. Speak up, judge righteously,and defend the cause of the oppressed and needy. (Proverbs 31:8-9). 

However, unless the alembic of God's spirit takes precedence in the woman's life and circumstances, the cycle of terrible choices and the world-view that allows the taking of unborn human life as an acceptable solution will not end.

Romans 12:2 says:  Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect

Our efforts are indeed futile if God is not present and primary in our work. Our focus must be the alembic of His spirit working in the hearts of those rushing to destruction.

I am hoping now I will remember this very wonderful new word.

Please join Cities4Life on the sidewalks. We equip new volunteers with one-on-one shadowing of experienced counselors, training, and resources. When women choose life for their unborn babies, we have a partner ministry, Love-Life Charlotte, that mentors and strives to meet ongoing spiritual and material needs of the moms and babies. This is a model that truly strives to be an alembic to the choice of abortion. Email Vicky for info at
John 14:21
Whoever has my commandments and keeps them, he it is who loves me. And he who loves me will be loved by my Father, and I will love him and manifest myself to him.”

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Urgency To Choose Rightly Now

20 week old baby in the womb, saved from abortion
This is the 3-d ultrasound of a 20-week old baby, saved from abortion. His little hand is against his face; his other arm bent with the elbow pointing towards us. His mother was overjoyed to learn she was having a little boy, all notions of taking the life of her own child vanquished. The text with his precious picture came to my phone while I was on the sidewalks of Charlotte's busiest abortion center, pleading with other moms to choose life for their babies.

Another woman did choose life yesterday at the abortion center. She seemed very tired and very overwhelmed when she first sat down on the couch in our mobile ultrasound RV from HELP Crisis Pregnancy Center. She has other children, and didn't quite know how she would handle yet another. I told her about all that Cities4Life can offer to help. When I mentioned the baby shower that provides the first two full years of everything the baby will need, her eyes lit up.

"Would you like that?" I asked.
She didn't speak English, but the look on her face was enough to tell me that offer had made a decisive shift in her despair. Maybe she wasn't alone. Maybe she could manage.
Through an interpreter, I asked her, "Have you decided you will not abort?"
She nodded. She would not abort her child.

I shared the Gospel, as we always do when we counsel the women on the RV if they will let us. Most do. Most know that life is not working out the way it should, that something is fundamentally wrong and they don't want to live this way anymore. The Gospel is transformative, and our mission is to transform world views through the power of Christ.

The language barrier made it more difficult. Nonetheless, she seemed to understand everything I said, and agreed with all of it, but was not quite ready to accept Jesus as Lord at that moment. She wanted to think about it. I told her, "Of course! But I would recommend you not wait too long..."

None of us is guaranteed tomorrow... or even the next breath. The Bible gives a strong sense of urgency. Hebrews 3:13 tells us:
But encourage one another daily, as long as it is called “Today,” so that none of you may be hardened by sin’s deceitfulness.

A heart that is soft and receptive today, able to be encouraged by the truth of God's word, may not be able to receive that same truth tomorrow. Sin has a way of hardening our hearts and deceiving us to what is true and right. And even more ominous, what if today is all we have? Don't squander the opportunity God places before you at this moment

Hebrews 3:7-8  says Today, if you hear his voice, do not harden your hearts as in the rebellion...

TODAY. He is speaking now, today. Do not rebel against Him. Do not harden your hearts.  

I cannot force anyone to accept Jesus, though I grieve when they do not. We are given free will for a purpose. C.S. Lewis states that well: The sin, both of men and of angels, was rendered possible by the fact that God gave them free will: this surrendering a portion of His omnipotence (it is again a deathlike or descending movement) because He saw that from a world of free creatures, even though they fell, He could work out (and this is the re-ascent) a deeper happiness and a fuller splendour than any world of automata would admit.

The young lady left the RV with a gift bag, a list of resources, my name and number, and a Spanish Bible.  I hugged her, waved goodbye as she drove away, and prayed that today she would consider the truth, and use her free will to choose not only life for her baby, but eternal life for herself.

A mom who chose life and is due any day now! She did accept Jesus while it was yet today!

Cities4Life is a ministry dedicated to serving Christ and changing the culture of our city from abortion to embracing the sacred, God-ordained value of life for the unborn and for all humanity. We need more volunteers to join our front-line teams on the sidewalks of abortion centers. To learn more and arrange a time to shadow experienced sidewalk counselors, please contact Vicky at

Joshua 24:15
And if it is evil in your eyes to serve the Lord, choose this day whom you will serve, whether the gods your fathers served in the region beyond the River, or the gods of the Amorites in whose land you dwell. But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.”

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Reflections Upon the Sacred Nature of Life

The Stericycle truck that takes away aborted baby parts. Their Motto: Protecting People, Reducing Risk

Yesterday, on the sidewalks of our busy abortion center, I spoke with a couple from the Middle East who were driving into the abortion center to abort their baby. They were clearly conflicted, clearly not eager to kill their child.
"Why do you feel you must do this?" I asked.
"We have no choice," the man said, "We are not married. We return to our country soon. If we return with her pregnant, we will be killed."
"Well then," I said, "Get married. Now. Tonight. We will help you."
The woman put her hand on the man's arm. I thought I saw hopefulness, but it may have been my own feelings.
"We cannot," he said, "They will expect a big celebration back home."
"Have your celebration at home. Get married today, but tell them you will have the big reception and celebration in your home country."
"I'm sorry," he said, "We have an appointment..."
"Let me ask you," I said, "Do you think it is good that your country beheads people who do not follow a prescribed religion? Does that reflect an understanding of the sacred value of life?"
He shook his head. The woman looked down.
"Do you see that when you take the life of your baby, you are showing the same disregard for the sacred nature of life?"
He covered his eyes, and began to cry. The woman clutched his arm.
"Do you believe in God?" I asked.
He nodded.
"Are you Muslim?"
"No," he said.
"Are you Christian?"
"No, but I believe in God."
"Is God the Creator, the author of life?"
Again, he was silent, just looking at me.
"If God created life, human life, do we have the right to destroy it?"
He didn't answer.

At this point, I shared the Gospel. I kept expecting them to drive away, but they didn't. My ever optimistic counselor friend dropped a blessing bag at my feet. We give the blessing bag filled with gifts to every woman who chooses life.

When I had finished a quick summary of the Gospel, the woman said, "We must go."
I reached into the blessing bag. "May I give you this? It's a Bible. It tells you all about Jesus and what He did for us."
The man nodded and took the Bible.
I am very sorry to say that they went into the abortion center. Later, the afternoon team reported that a middle eastern man brought him a Bible and said, "You need this more than me." He laid the Bible on the speaker and returned to the porch of the abortion center.

Two women chose life yesterday, which is cause for rejoicing. However, I think of the Middle Eastern couple with a heavy heart. I pray that while it is too late for their baby, maybe they will yet reflect upon the sacred nature of life, and perhaps they will be instrumental in changing a culture one day.
We could use help on the sidewalks, challenging the disregard for human life, and changing a culture one person at a time. For information, please go HERE or to shadow an experienced counselor, email Vicky as

Psalm 139:16

Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.

Monday, April 17, 2017

Delighting in Resurrection

It is a blessing when your children come full circle and return to the passions they shared with you when you were all younger. Kayaking is one of my favorite pastimes on earth. When Asherel was younger, she loved kayaking so much that she bought her own kayak with her own money. However, in the last couple of years of her time home with us, she rarely kayaked with me anymore. Her kayak gathered spiders under the deck. I mostly went kayaking alone.

This Easter, I asked if she and her new hubby and my beloved granddog, Ragnar, would like to go kayaking with me and my hubby, and then have a cookout afterwards. I was surprised when she readily agreed.

Ragnar fell in a few times, until we figured out that he liked the sit-in kayak cockpit rather than the flat top kayak. We kayaked by heron rookeries, high in the treetops, with baby herons peeking over the nest edge and squawking up a storm. We passed turtles sunning while passing motorboats rocked our kayaks on bluegreen swells. Herons and osprey glided past us. We meandered up the waterway path in the middle of one island. Ragnar closed his eyes, his nose twitching as he sniffed the river scents.

And my daughter who I used to kayak with nearly every day of the summer when she was younger was back in her boat beside me on Resurrection Sunday.

Our sermon yesterday reflected what I had written in my blog Sunday before I ever knew what the pastor would focus on.  He spoke of eternal peace, and that it is only found in the truth of the resurrection, which was what I had focused on in my blog as well.

"The Resurrection is real, folks," he said. Most of the rest of the sermon was as profound and well stated as his sermons always are, but I loved that line. The Resurrection of Jesus is the basis of our faith, and without it, there is NO eternal victory over death and our faith is futile.

However, I also see symbols of smaller resurrections planted in my midst to remind me of the BIG Resurrection. Beauty from ashes, hope from despair, grown children forging ways back to their boring, old parents...

Today I go to the sidewalks of the abortion center looking for a similar miracle: the parents forging ways back to their children. I am praying for resurrection of the design and instincts of the mother to protect and care for the child she carries rather than the appointment she has made with death. I go with renewed hope after celebrating Christ's resurrection yesterday on the river, floating on the waves with my family.

1 Corinthians 15:12-32

Now if Christ is proclaimed as raised from the dead, how can some of you say that there is no resurrection of the dead? But if there is no resurrection of the dead, then not even Christ has been raised. And if Christ has not been raised, then our preaching is in vain and your faith is in vain. We are even found to be misrepresenting God, because we testified about God that he raised Christ, whom he did not raise if it is true that the dead are not raised. For if the dead are not raised, not even Christ has been raised. ...

Your dead shall live; their bodies shall rise. You who dwell in the dust, awake and sing for joy! For your dew is a dew of light, and the earth will give birth to the dead.

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Where to Find The Peace That Eludes Us

This picture brings me joy. My mom and dad are in their new home in Arizona which Dad described as the most opulence in which he has ever lived. In this photo, they are sitting on a sun draped patio watching beautiful bubble fountains, and listening to desert birds unlike any they have heard in the northeast. I can tell from the photo that he is feeling at peace. Mom is asleep, so she must be at peace too.

Which conjures thoughts of where we find peace...

I find it kayaking....but it is rarely sustained for long by kayaking. When I return from the river, the real world has a nasty way of shredding peace.

One of the moms I counseled at the abortion center Friday told me she could not find peace anywhere. Whenever she thought she'd found it, new troubles arose. She thought she knew the Gospel, but she had no assurance of salvation or where she would spend eternity. That troubled her as she was very aware of her many sins. (For that awareness, she was closer to peace than many of us, and later, surrendered her life to Christ, believing in His atoning sacrifice on her behalf.) Until then, she didn't really understand that the event we celebrate today-- Jesus crucified for our sins, resurrected, and thus conquering death for all eternity-- is where we find peace.

Eternal peace. We will not find it anywhere else, no matter how opulent or spectacular the setting. No fountain or river will bring us lasting peace. It is through our faith in Christ alone, the living water that we all thirst for deep in our souls. That alone will bring the peace that eludes us here on earth.

Happy Resurrection Sunday. May you all know the lasting peace that faith in Jesus Christ brings.

2 Thessalonians 3:16

Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times in every way. The Lord be with you all.

I have said these things to you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.”

Matthew 28: 5-7

…But the angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; He has risen, just as He said! Come, see the place where He lay. Then go quickly and tell His disciples, ‘He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see Him.’ See, I have told you.” 

Saturday, April 15, 2017

Joining the Battle for the Souls of Our City

Good Friday was very good. I went to the abortion center sidewalk where three new volunteers were scheduled to shadow me. I spoke but a few moments with them before abortion-minded women began streaming into the center parking lot. I called out to the women from the sidewalk, and our Cities4Life Director spoke on the microphone. Within minutes, three women in a row wavered in their resolve to abort and asked to go on our RV!!! I was scrambling as I was the only experienced counselor there. With our incredible nurse Sherry, we somehow managed to counsel and ultrasound all three in about three hours. Our spanking new volunteers rose to the occasion and took over with speaking to the women who were waiting for their turn on the mobile ultrasound.

Glorious chaos.

All three women chose life. One chose to place her faith in Jesus right then and there!

One told me she wanted to write a statement over what had changed her heart. It is posted below:

Coming here undecided and listening to Vicky and the volunteer’s story of adoption has broadened my view of the decision to keep my baby. Everyone seems so caring and wants to help. They offered the support I think my heart was desiring. I definitely think God intercepted me from entering the abortion clinic.  4/14/17

Two of the new volunteers had been on the sidewalk only one other time. The third was on the sidewalk for her first time ever. Yet all three were used mightily by God to save the lives of three precious babies.

Later, one of those volunteers told me that she could hardly express the depth of her feelings. She said she felt with incredible clarity that this was a monumental spiritual battleground, where the forces of good and evil were clashing together. Unspeakable grief consumed her upon seeing the numbers of women flooding into the parking lot of the abortion center, and then, incomparable joy when three women chose life.

"It is such a fertile ground for reaching souls for Christ," she told me, "What a privilege to be a part of that."

Yes. Exactly.

The harvest is ripe but the laborers are few. Please, join us. Email me at to join the battle for the souls of our city. We are particularly in need of people to volunteer on the sidewalks one weekday a week (or even only once per month) from about 9:30-12. We will train and equip you. God will provide the miracles.

2 Corinthians 10:3-5

For though we walk in the flesh, we are not waging war according to the flesh. For the weapons of our warfare are not of the flesh but have divine power to destroy strongholds. We destroy arguments and every lofty opinion raised against the knowledge of God, and take every thought captive to obey Christ,

He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty. I will say to the Lord, “My refuge and my fortress, my God, in whom I trust.” For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his pinions, and under his wings you will find refuge; his faithfulness is a shield and buckler. You will not fear the terror of the night, nor the arrow that flies by day, ...

Be sober-minded; be watchful. Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion, seeking someone to devour.

Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.