A young woman stopped her car beside me, her eyes wide and frightened. The security guard from the abortion center rushed over to tell her the abortion center was the next driveway. She glanced at him but reached for the literature I handed her.
“We have free ultrasound and pregnancy testing on our RV parked right here,” I told her. “Would you be willing to look at your baby on the ultrasound?”
“Free?”she asked. Her eyes were shiny, tears threatening. I knew this was a woman that did not want to abort but some overriding concern was on her heart. So I shared the humanity of her child, our resources, and the truth of God’s word regarding unborn life in the few seconds I had before the security guard insisted she move.
This time, she listened to the security guard’s insistence, and with an apologetic look my way, pulled into the abortion center. I watched her as she walked to the door, clutching the literature I had given her. The “pro-choice escort” stopped her. She told the woman she could not bring the Tiny Hands literature into the clinic. In fact, she could not HAVE it. The “pro-choice escort” took the literature from the woman and threw it in the trash.
I have been on that sidewalk a long time. I rarely lose my temper as I know the people there are LOST and broken. But every time I see the “pro-choice” people do everything in their power to sway a conflicted woman to one choice, death, I am perplexed and angered anew by the level of self deception and evil.
Within five minutes, the woman, T, emerged. She got in her car, pulled out of the driveway and to the side of the road. I hurried over after doing a little happy dance.
“Can I still see my baby?” T asked in tears.
On the RV, not only did T see her baby but shared a life of deep struggle. Every terrible obstacle she faced, Courtney (the fantastic RV nurse) and I were able to counter with a resource to help her. And then we shared the Gospel. T asked many questions, and it was clear to all of us that she wanted Jesus in her broken life. I asked if she wanted to pray with us to submit her life right then to the lord.
“Oh no, I can’t do that,” she said. “I haven’t prayed in years...not since I walked away from God...And I have never prayed out loud.”
We assured her we would pray for her and she did not need to say a word. “But if you are feeling God tugging at your heart, give your life to Jesus soon. And please...let me know if you do,” I said.
I prayed, and then Courtney prayed and we said, “Amen.”
Then we heard a tiny voice beside us say, “And Lord, one more thing...”
T, who had not been able to pray to God in years and had never prayed aloud spoke to Him now. She didn’t ask Jesus to be Lord, not yet, but it was clear God was wooing her. She chose life, and hugged us after her soft, simple prayer. I told her that every resource we had discussed would be set in place within the next couple of days.
I stayed in touch, sending encouraging Bible verses that evening and the next morning. As I was driving back to the sidewalk the following day, I received this text from T. Her words are in the grey text bubbles.
A woman who had lost all hope was now filled with optimism. A woman who had been unable to pray because she was so overcome with her sin was now assured of God’s love and her place in His kingdom.
A baby who was to be sacrificed to fear and deception was now safe, alive, and loved.
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