I told the family of volunteers, "Great job getting the literature in her hands! She is very conflicted. I can tell. Now we pray." I saw the volunteer mom and dad talking to their children and knew they were all praying.
The young lady emerged very shortly thereafter. As she walked to her car, again I begged her to let us help her. She looked at me and smiled, and I knew she had chosen life. As she got in her car, the security person came to talk to her. I suspect she was telling the young woman not to stop and talk with us on her way out. I would not be surprised if she was encouraging the woman to go back in and just do what she came to do. I do not say this in spite but because we know for a fact this happens.
A woman who chose life that we helped in the aftermath of her decision told us that every week after she left the abortion center, she received ongoing calls from them encouraging her to return to abort. This continued until her 20th week of pregnancy, at which point she could no longer (legally) abort at the clinic.
Now, as the car backed out, the volunteer family and I exchanged joyful glances. The little children who had been holding our signs were all smiling. "This is very good!" I whispered to them. When she reached the driveway, she rolled down her window.
"Did you change your mind?" I asked.
"No speak English," she said, still smiling. I reached in my belly pack for our Spanish literature.
"Espanol," I said handing her the pamphlet. I opened it to the name and number of our Spanish counselor and repeated, "Espanol."
She nodded.
"Bebe?" I asked patting my own stomach and then pointing to her midriff.
She nodded, smiling broadly.
I cradled my arms as though rocking a baby and pointed to her. She nodded again.
"Wait!" I said, "Gift! We have a gift!"
Unbelievably, she waited. I ran to my car, got a huge gift basket a donor had made for moms who choose life, and brought it to her. She laughed as I handed it to her.
"Gracias!"
"Dios te ama!" I said. (I hope I was saying God loved her.) I pointed upward, and then at her.
She nodded again, and drove away.
I have never spoken in tongues, but I had to wonder if God had opened her ears to hear our pleas in her own language. I don't know what changed her mind, but clearly she had chosen not to abort. The little family was overjoyed.
"We would do this whether women chose life or not," the father said, "Out of obedience to God's call."
"Yes," I said, "Me too. But man it feels good to see them choose life and know we were used in that choice, doesn't it!"
The children nodded.
This week, one of our Cities4Life network supporters called and asked if I had a mom I worked with who needed a washer/dryer. She had one to donate. I instantly thought of V, a mom I have worked with for three years and who has recently had a spate of struggles. She never asks for help, though I call regularly to check on her and usually offer some resource to help her. I emailed and asked is she wanted the washer/dryer.
"Oh my!!!! Jesus, yes!!!!" she wrote. Her washer/dryer had died a month ago, and with all the terrible setbacks of late including a terrible accident that totaled her car, she had no hope of replacing them. Another wonderful new volunteer will be picking up and delivering the appliances.
God lets us hear the language we need to hear when we open our ears. Sometimes it is the language that speaks without words to a mother's heart, and sometimes it is the language of unvoiced despair that whispers in our ears compelling us to action.
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If God is whispering to you to be a part of our team spreading a culture of life in our city one precious baby at a time, please email me at vkaseorg@cities4life.com for info and training.
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Praise God!
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