Thursday, August 31, 2017

Working for the One Who Sent Me

I was on a walk minding my own business when a friendly dog came sniffing at my heels. She looked hot and worn out, limping a little but in otherwise pretty good shape. She followed me and I decided I would walk home, get her water and food, and then decide what to do from there. It looked like she intended to follow me.

I was a little distracted having just received this text from an abortion manager who left the industry and is working through the horror of what she had seen while employed there:

I was sitting here remembering  a patient who came in for an abortion. The baby was so big that it wouldn't flow through the tubing. Not all of it anyway. The girl was screaming for 30 minutes. The doctor had to go in and use forceps because the ARM was still stuck in her. After she was moved to recovery, I helped clean the room. There was so much blood. It was literally everywhere. The doctor had to change clothes. The girl was crying before the procedure in the waiting room. I'm assuming she didn't really want to do it but maybe felt like she had no other choice. I can only imagine the emotional trauma she went through. I look back and see myself on the floor cleaning up the blood. I was horrified. It looked like a murder scene. And I guess when you think about it, that's exactly what it was.

The dog was a friendly distraction from the despair of  the truth of the destruction of abortion! After we had been walking about a mile, a car pulled up. It was the roommate of the dog's owner. The owner had not been worried about the dog feeling sure the dog would return. Alyssa, the young driver who came after the dog, insisted something terrible could happen and she was determined to go find Sydney. The unconcerned dog owner shrugged.

It is a good thing Alyssa decided to follow her gut instinct to find the dog. Sydney was utterly clueless about cars and we watched several stop to avoid hitting her. While Sydney would not return to Alyssa, she kept us both in sight as we trailed her. 

She weaved in front of every car that came down the road. We knew we had to catch her because abutting our neighborhood is a very busy road and she didn't stand a chance if she ended up on that busy road. 

As we followed her along one of the neighborhood streets, another neighbor saw her and tried to catch her. When she failed to entice Sydney, she ran inside to get treats while Alyssa and I continued down the street trailing Sydney. 

The dog thought that this was a great game and continued to run down the street turning back every so often to check on us. Another neighbor of mine with two dogs in her car stopped to avoid running Sydney over, and offered advice. Sydney veered into the nearby yard interested in the dogs in the car but not at all in the treats that the first neighbor who jogged up to us now offered her. With three of us in pursuit, one with treats, Sydney sprinted out of reach again.   

Now yet another neighbor came out of her house and ran after Sydney. She had dogs in her backyard that were barking and Sydney clearly was interested in those dogs. While two of us went around one corner of the house and another one of us went around the other corner, the new volunteer was able to corral Sydney and throw a leash around her neck.

Happily, she appeared from around the corner of the house with the docile Sydney loping beside her. Grateful and joyful, Alyssa hugged Sydney.

"How did you end up being the one to go after this dog if it's not even your dog?" I asked. 
"Because no one else would," Alyssa told me.
Bless the Alyssa's of the world who ask, "If not me, then who?"

I remembered the text from the former abortion worker. She told me now that she knows the truth, she wants to help be a force who ends abortion. Do you? If not you...who?  Click HERE to learn more about volunteering with Cities4Life Charlotte.


Isaiah 6:8 

And I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?” Then I said, “Here am I! Send me.”

John 9:4 

We must work the works of him who sent me while it is day; night is coming, when no one can work.

Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Blessed Are Those Who Wait for Him

I took my little folding bike and headed to the bike path on the Catawba River about a half hour from our home. It is only a 3 mile long path, but I missed the river and had worked hard all morning. I wanted to take some time to enjoy the incredible beauty of God's creation. I had spent the morning counseling a woman who chose life over abortion and was going through a rough patch. She needed the hope and truth of God's word. I talked her "off the cliff" and in the end, she was crying, and agreeing she MUST follow God, no matter what. 

Then, while on my morning walk, I helped rescue a lost dog, which is such a good story that I have a separate blog devoted to that. However, no sooner had the dog been taken care of than one of our Cities4Life volunteers called me with issues she wanted to bounce off a sounding board. I was happy to help. I was again reminded of how deeply committed our Cities4Life volunteers are in helping the women who choose life. That conversation took another hour. 

Then ANOTHER woman I work with who LEFT managing an abortion center because God convicted her heart to do so called me as well. She had mostly good news, and wants to meet me in person. She was calling to ask for prayer which of course I gladly offered!

Suffice it to say, that my entire morning and beyond was spent in unexpected ministry. That is why the river trail beckoned.

I biked the full trail, and realized that the river rapids did NOT look insurmountable. And GUESS WHAT? My kayak was in my car, parked at a little park downstream of the trail. While biking, I scoped out the river and decided I COULD likely kayak against the current and over the rapids, and then turn around and run the rapids. How fun would that be??!!!

This photo above it the put-in point for my kayak. I would immediately encounter rapids, but they were small. If I could manage to paddle upstream against those rapids, I bet I could make it a good distance up the river. I put on my life jacket and texted my husband to let him know where I was...just in case.

The video above is of me working against the current. It was not easy, but I was determined. I had paddled about half an hour when I glanced at a large bird on the opposite shore. I gasped and said out loud, "Oh my Lord!! That is a bald eagle!" The eagle watched me. I wedged my kayak on a rock mid-river so I could sit and watch the eagle. I had NO IDEA there were bald eagles here!!! I had never seen one in all 25 years I have lived in North Carolina. I could have cried with joy.

The video does not begin to capture the magnificence of the bald eagle soaring above me. I watched at least a half hour, only videotaping towards the end of his spirals above me. It was one of the most awesome things I have ever seen. It is as though he were putting on a show just for me. He flew right overhead for many minutes.

Then I kayaked to the one section of class 2 rapids which I didn't think I could kayak against. I turned around and the half hour trip upstream took me five minutes downstream to my dock!

I did the run twice because I was so delirious with joy. I don't know why God had given me such an incomparable blessing, but He did. And I praised Him out loud with awestruck wonder.

I have been sharing the Gospel with a young lady who ALMOST believes, but just can't quite believe God would want a personal relationship with humans. She believes He is real, but doesn't believe the miracles of the Bible.

Really? The God who created the universe couldn't come to save us as a baby conceived in a virgin's womb? Or the God who created the magnificent beauty of the Catawba River and the Eagle in the sky could not desire to bless us with that gorgeous expression of His love? I don't know WHY God desires to make Himself known to us, but I have no doubt He DOES.

Isaiah 30:18

Therefore the Lord waits to be gracious to you, and therefore he exalts himself to show mercy to you. For the Lord is a God of justice; blessed are all those who wait for him.

It will be said on that day, “Behold, this is our God; we have waited for him, that he might save us. This is the Lord; we have waited for him; let us be glad and rejoice in his salvation.”

Turning a Place of Destruction Into an Altar Where God is Worshiped

One of our long-time volunteers, Russell, is a faithful Cities4Life sidewalk counselor at one of three Charlotte abortion facilities, located on Hebron Street. We have a few retired folk on the sidewalks. One of them was with our team yesterday helping persuade the three women who chose life over abortion. It is inspiring to watch these experienced and kind grandfathers and grandmothers gently urge young men and women to reconsider throwing their precious babies away like garbage.

Russell is a gentle, soft-spoken man. He often posts pictures of his beloved family on Facebook, and travels frequently to spend time with kids and grandkids. However, in his retirement years, he also faithfully volunteers with a gentle spirit to speak to the women who do not understand the precious value of the child they carry. Russell shares his story below of why he volunteers while so many retired folk choose a life of relaxation and ease.

Below is a journal entry from my first day at the gate of the Hebron abortion facility in the spring of 2012.  As the article ends – that day brought on a radical change in my life.  A change that has brought me “to the gate” every Wednesdafor more than 5 years now.  That “gate” is a place of great sorrow and great joy.  As we gather there each week, we turn a place of evil and the destruction of life into an altar where God is worshiped and His Gospel is proclaimed.  Hope and alternatives are offered to pregnant mothers in a crisis (and their families and friends).  A voice is raised for the voiceless unborn. 
In my wildest imagination, I had not dreamed of being at the gate more than 5 years ago.  It was not on my radar. But, God called me there.  Thankfully I heard his call and joined Him there.   And here I stand in obedience and as an honor serving him.  

Experience #1 --- Day 1 Standing Vigil at the Gate
I don’t think my life will ever be the same after today as I stood vigil for an hour outside an abortion clinic on Hebron Street in Charlotte.  The experience gave me new understanding of the ancient practice of sack cloth and ashes because it feels like that would be a proper response.

As I stood and watched cars with pregnant mothers and men (perhaps the father) turn into the parking lot and go behind the wall one after another I was overwhelmed with sadness and grief.  Throughout the day I felt as if in some way the very life was being sucked out of me (just as it was being sucked out the babies).  Children knit together by God’s own hand being killed.  Women’s lives being woefully damaged forever – in a moment of evil deception, surrendering a lifetime of peace and joy.  Fathers, parents, friends (of the child and mother) complicit in bringing an end to this life – blinded by Satan’s lies.  Children in the back seat - will they remember this day?

In a strange way, at the same time I was thankful to be there to be able to pray for the babies and the mothers.  To pray for the fathers, boyfriends, parents of the mother, friends that were dropping off the mothers.  Crying out to God for his mercy and grace; praising Him for the gift of life; reading his promises in Scripture; remembering His ever faithfulness.
It all began as I searched for a meaningful way to observe the Season of Lent.  Reading on the internet a list of 18 ways, when I came to line 5 that read “Participate in 40 Days of Life – pray for an end to abortion by peacefully praying outside abortion clinics with others during Lent”, I stopped in my tracks, read no further and started looking for details of how to get involved.  

Praying on it all day Thursday; investigating the formal event online; thinking about going to the vigil sight then deciding to think on it another day - having an unexplained anxiousness about this.

Awakening on Friday morning, I was compelled to participate.  So, on a sunny, windy February Friday, we (another volunteer and I) prayed as each car turned in.
Prayed that somehow, they would have a change of heart about having an abortion.  
Prayed that God would have mercy on them.  
Prayed that the doctors, nurses and staff inside would have a change of heart.   
Prayed that some way the “clinic” would cease to exist. Praying for an end to abortion. 
Praying for the mothers who must live with their decision and the impact on their lives.  
Praying for the fathers (many seemed especially hardhearted) that they would stop encouraging and even pushing for the abortion.  
Praying that the hearts of the fathers would be turned to their children. That they will man-up and take responsibility.

As the day ends, going back to “regular life” is not possible.  I will never be the same after standing at Hebron.  I pray for renewed energy and strength after having this broken, distraught feeling.  At the same time, I’m thankful that this year God is giving me a Lenten practice that has depth and life changing potential.  I move forward with these 40 days and watch to see God at work.
Isaiah 25:8 He will swallow up death for all time, And the Lord GOD will wipe tears away from all faces, And He will remove the reproach of His people from all the earth; For the LORD has spoken.
1 John 3:8 the one who practices sin is of the devil; for the devil has sinned from the beginning The Son of God appeared for this purpose, to destroy the works of the devil.

Tuesday, August 29, 2017

I WAS That Mother at the Abortion Center

Yesterday, our Cities4Life team included four new volunteers on the sidewalks of the abortion center. One of them, India, pictured above, had been trying to schedule a regular day to volunteer, but her work responsibilities interfered. She persevered, and now can be with us every Monday. Praise God!

We all were hopeful as a car slowed down when I approached it. The woman driving clearly didn't want to talk with me, but she did allow me to hand her our literature that shows babies in the womb from conception to birth. Then she drove on  and passed the driveway of the abortion center as our new volunteers watched and prayed. She pulled into a little business up the road.

I walked up there to see if I could convince her to speak with me. I could see that she and her friend were looking through our literature, slowly turning each page. They drove away before I reached them. Sadly, they looped back and drove into the  abortion center parking lot, and then went inside the clinic. Within a couple of minutes they came back out, got in their car and this time, drove away for good. 

As they passed us, they waved and smiled and I noticed that the woman was still reading the literature with the pictures of the babies in the womb. Praise God that just seeing the truth of human development was enough to change that mother's mind about aborting. 

That's what we tell our new volunteers who come to help us on the sidewalks. Sometimes it is very simple truths that point to the obvious humanity of the baby that change a mother's mind. Sometimes it is our mere presence that convinces them that their babies are of priceless value since we are willing to be there in all kinds of nasty weather speaking on their babies' behalf. One woman who chose life told us, "Why would you do that unless my baby was very important?"

 Today we spotlight a brand new volunteer who has only been out there a few times but wanted to share her reasons for volunteering. India is always cheerful and always friendly. I had not known her story until she wrote her reasons for why she is on the sidewalk with us. I know it will move you as it moved me, reminding us that exposing the truth of abortion is critical. Meet our brave volunteer, India.

Hey there! My name is India. I'm from New York City and  now live in Charlotte NC.

 I feel compelled to volunteer on the sidewalk because, a few years ago I was one of those girls going into that clinic thinking that the life God put inside of me was not living. If I had known the truth like I know it today, I would have made a different choice... but I didn't. 

If I can help speak truth and love these women, I'm going to do it. Their baby, no matter how small, is alive and was formed by the hand and love of God, our Father. Sadly, I come from a place in NYC where women feel like there's no other choice but abortion! 

When they get pregnant and tell someone, hoping for excitement, instead they hear: "Well what are you going to do?" That's the question my sister, cousin, and a few of my friends heard when they got pregnant. 

Immediately, that question makes you feel like you are alone and puts shame upon you! Praise the Lord they chose life, but the reaction of people around them pressured them to have an abortion. 

I didn't want that shame and pressure on me. I didn't want to take care of a child alone. I didn't know the truth. 

I know there will be some women just like me a few years ago: afraid, ashamed, and hopeless.  I want to connect with them. Even if we don't speak, if I see their faces I'm going to pray God removes the shame, and the guilt, and the lies of the enemy. Those mothers have a future in the Lord  and so do those babies. That's why I'm choosing to volunteer on the side walks.

After we finished at the abortion center for the morning ( two babies were saved!), I went to an impoverished neighborhood to deliver some supplies to one of the moms I work with. She told me that the night before there had been shootings. A bullet had almost hit her mother when it came crashing through her mother's window. I shared the gospel with her (again) and told her we never know when the next bullet or accident or disease will find us. 

The woman told me she believes the Gospel but still has doubts as well. She wanted to read more to dispel the doubts. I spent an hour there with her going through scripture and addressing each one of her fears and doubts but she still was not ready, not quite, to commit her life to Jesus. My prayer is she will do it soon because tomorrow may be too late. 

As India so beautifully expressed, the truth and God can change a hopeless life and dispel shame and guilt that drives us to so much harmful behavior. Please join us in sharing the truth of the hope of God and resources that can save lives. Click HERE for information.

Luke 8:39

“Return to your home, and declare how much God has done for you.” And he went away, proclaiming throughout the whole city how much Jesus had done for him.

Therefore do not be ashamed of the testimony about our Lord, nor of me his prisoner, but share in suffering for the gospel by the power of God,

My mouth will tell of your righteous acts, of your deeds of salvation all the day, for their number is past my knowledge. With the mighty deeds of the Lord God I will come; I will remind them of your righteousness, yours alone. O God, from my youth you have taught me, and I still proclaim your wondrous deeds. So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to another generation, your power to all those to come.

Monday, August 28, 2017

Finding the Light at the End of the Tunnel - Hope for Those Who See No Hope

We are home from a wonderful weekend on the New River. I biked about 80 miles over three days on the rails-to-trails bike path, kayaked over rapids, and rocked on our front porch overlooking the river while my hubby played guitar. It was one of the most magical weekends of my life.

Even enjoying the peace and delight of God's incredible creation, my thoughts never quite left the women who chose life over abortion, so many of whom are still in crisis. I found myself praying for them, and texting them, when I had cell coverage...which was not often. (We really were in the middle of nowhere.)

At one point, I was biking on a new trail, and ended up going through a long, dark tunnel. As I entered the tunnel, I thought about the periods in my own life that were so dark and terrible that I despaired of ever seeing the light of life or joy again. As I shot the video of me journeying through the tunnel, I voiced what I had been through, and thought of those women who chose life over abortion who met me while still traveling through the darkness. (click on arrow on picture above to view video.)

When you are entering the darkness, and moving deeper into the blackness that surrounds you, the ominous oppression overtakes you. Fears overwhelm you as you picture all the hideous things that lurk in the darkness. Unseen and terrifying enemies reach cold, clammy fingers out to grasp you. You are groping your way blindly down a treacherous path with no clear end and it feels hopeless.

BUT then a tiny pinprick of light appears in the distance. You begin to discern safe footfalls in the inky murk. Step by step you move closer to the light. Hope is an ember that is beginning to flare. And then you wrench free of the darkness, the tunnel is behind you, and all the beauty and light of the Lord is before you. Praise God who has turned my darkness into light!

My prayer is that all of you will see the light at the end of the tunnel, and trust God to guide you safely there.

After my wonderful weekend, I return today to the sidewalks of the abortion center, reinvigorated to speak of God's hope in the darkness. Join us? Click HERE for information.

Ephesians 5:8

For at one time you were darkness, but now you are light in the Lord. Walk as children of light

And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

The Season of Singing

“My beloved spoke and said to me, “Arise, my darling, my beautiful one, come with me. See! The winter is past; the rains are over and gone. Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.”
Song of Songs 2:10-12 NIV

Saturday, August 26, 2017

The Transformative Peace of God

A beautiful young woman fell into my arms SOBBING when she got out of her car at the abortion center. She had been pulling in to the driveway to abort, but our Cities4Life director, Daniel, stopped her car and asked if she would be willing to see her baby on our mobile ultrasound unit. To his surprise, she agreed.

She did not want to abort, but felt totally alone, afraid, and adrift without family or friends. When I presented all the things we could do to help her, including (especially) the friendship and mentorship provided by trained Love life Charlotte mentors, she was ecstatic. When she saw her baby on the ultrasound, she fell completely head over heels in love.

She chose life, asked Jesus to be Lord of her life upon hearing the truth of the Gospel, and left the RV with joyful confidence. 

"I feel peace," she said. "I never would have believed I would ever feel this way after how I felt this morning. This must be what it feels like to ask Jesus to be Lord of your life."

Yes. Exactly. Praise God.

Had we not been there, that woman would have aborted. Her situation was not dire. She had the resources to raise a baby. She was traumatized by fear. Jesus, and the love of all the Cites4Life volunteers, and Help Pregnancy Center nurse with words of comfort, truth, and encouragement were all she needed to fall in love with her baby.

I went on from that joyful encounter to spend the weekend with my hubby in the midst of stunning nature in Virginia. As I biked the New River Trail, my heart was absolutely overflowing with thankfulness to God. I don't deserve this, Lord, but thank you. Thank you.

All the heavens declare the glory of God!  Psalm 19:19

Friday, August 25, 2017

My Soul Was Being Destroyed: An Abortion Worker Who Quit Tells Her Story

3-D ultrasound of baby in the womb. Legal to kill in all fifty states until birth

I heard about Gail (not real name) when I listened to a Christian radio station and heard her call in to Dr. Michael Brown's show. She asked if someone who was a Christian could work in the abortion industry? Dr. Brown was gentle and kind but the short answer is: NO.

Gail gave a heart-breaking testimony on air of how her soul was being destroyed the longer she remained working at the Planned Parenthood (PP). She believed the employees sincerely felt they were helping women, but all Gail could see were little babies being dismembered and murdered. The pay was good, and she rationalized that she was not doing the procedures so it was maybe okay with God. She worked in administration at this PP. (We have purposely not disclosed the location of Gail or the PP, but it is not in Charlotte.)

Nonetheless, she sometimes had to help in the POC room (Products of Conception) where she saw little baby parts in pans. Arms, legs, eyeballs. It ate at her soul until the day she tearfully called Dr. Brown. He assured her there were people in Charlotte who would help her. He got her contact info, sent it to Cities4Life director, Daniel Parks, and asked him who could help Gail.

Daniel called me.

I immediately contacted Gail. She poured her heart out to me, often sobbing as she told of the things she had seen.
"It's murder," she said weeping. "I saw an ultrasound during the abortion...and the baby was trying to get away...but he couldn't..." 
But jobs that paid that well were rare in her small town. She had a daughter to support. What could she do?

We talked at length about God. I have no doubt that Gail knew God. However, from the moment she started working at the abortion center, she could no longer pray. She said she felt God no longer wanted anything to do with her and she had strayed too far from Him to be welcomed back. I assured her that was not the case. I reminded her of the Biblical story of the prodigal son. When the father saw his wayward, rebellious son on the horizon returning to him, he ran to greet him with open arms and absolute joy. 

"That is how eagerly God longs to gather you back to Him," I told her. "But you must quit. Now. You cannot go back Monday. And we will help you. We have donors who will cover your needs and help you find a job. But you can't go back."

Terrified, but convinced that she MUST obey God, no matter what, Gail quit her job that Monday. Predictably, PP offered her more money and tried to lure her back. She held firm, but it was not easy. For three weeks, Gail held off asking for help, not wanting to allow us to help her. I stayed in touch, sending Bible verses and encouraging her. I insisted she allow us to help with expenses during her job search, and two donors immediately came forward to cover her rent and expenses.

"May I tell your story?" I asked.
"Yes," Gail said, " I want my story to end abortion, and to lead others to Jesus."

This is Gail's story.

When I was hired, I was put in charge of everyone. So I had to be aware of all the jobs. I didn't want to work in the POC (Products of Conception) room, but they told me I would have to. I heard and saw pretty much everything that went on. 

When women called for an abortion, they would be interviewed 72 hours before the first visit and told what to expect. Then at the first visit they would get an ultrasound, and were asked if they wanted to hear or see the baby's heart beat. Some did, some didn't. Some of those ultrasounds were so clear I could see the baby sucking her thumb.

No word was ever said about what the baby would feel or experience. In fact, we couldn't use the word 'baby' or 'parents' or we would be fired. There was never any information shared about fetal development. 

Then the women went on to  'consent and education' where they could decide on the pill if under ten weeks pregnant. Over ten weeks, they had to have a surgical abortion. They were told to expect clots and cramping...they were never told they might see the baby.  Then they were counseled about the three choices: continue pregnancy, adopt, or abort. Were they comfortable with abortion? That was the extent of the counseling. We actually HAD information about adoption for example, but we NEVER shared it with them. 

Many cried. If they were really upset, they were sometimes encouraged to go home and think about it. I remember times when they were encouraged to abort. One time, a girl was really upset. Her situation was really difficult but I could see she really didn't want to abort. The doctor told her that given her age and situation, it was better to abort. I tried to present other options, and the doctor reprimanded me. I told the doctor, "Aren't we here to support these women? Isn't that what we are supposed to be doing is giving them options??" The doctor didn't agree.

The worst part was seeing the abortions, and what happened afterwards. The baby NEVER comes out whole. The suction rips the baby apart. After the suction abortion, the parts go in a jar, covered, so the mom can't see. Then it is brought to the POC room and put in a pyrex dish, like a pie dish. All the parts have to be counted there to be sure they got everything. 

I asked when I was hired if they sold baby parts. They shied away from answering. I never saw them sell baby parts, but they did shy away from a direct answer.

I would look at that dish, and the little arms and legs...and I always wondered who they would have grown up to be. I would pray for them, and try not to vomit because it smelled bad and was so gross. Then, all the abortion products of the day went into a biohazard bag all clumped together, and into a deep freezer. It would be collected, and I think sent off to be incinerated. 

I always asked the doctors if the babies felt the abortion, but they said not until 24 weeks. I always wondered how could they say that? How could they know that? One doctor said, "I don't know why its a big deal. It's good money!"  Another doctor would pump her breast milk for her newborn baby in between killing other peoples' babies. I never knew how she could do that!

Once, I saw tiny fully developed hands in the little pyrex dish. Tiny, tiny hands perfectly formed...that was one of the last straws for me. I kept thinking that one day Jesus will return. I believe in the Rapture. What if He returned and found me doing THIS? I gave up my whole belief system for money. I was paid $70,000 and they offered more when I quit! It was very enticing.

But I just couldn't do it anymore. I used to be really happy, loved life, saw beauty everywhere before I started working there. Then, I started working at PP, and I was always sad, always tired, and really depressed. I even got put on prozac. A part of me was dying. My husband used to be a Sargent in the army, then he got hit by a bomb. He was badly injured and is on partial disability now, with the National Guard. But how I felt coming home each day from the abortion center was like a soldier who had come back from war. The emptiness. That's how I felt. Empty. I don't believe we were created to see so much death.

The abortion doesn't end when the baby is removed. It stays with you. You never forget. You never forget and you never get over it. You will always wonder what could have been because that's NOT your only choice. It's wrong. 

I didn't think there was any hope for me. I didn't think God would want me back after all I had done. I didn't know I could ever leave. I can't believe total strangers sent you money to help me. I just couldn't speak when I heard that, and started crying. If there is anything I can do to help you all now, please tell me. I want to share my story so abortion will end and people will come to Jesus.
If you want to help fight abortion with us by our peaceful presence offering real hope, real options, tangible help on the sidewalks of abortion centers, click HERE.

If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

If my people who are called by my name humble themselves, and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and heal their land.