THE SILVER LINING
The other day, actually it was the FEAST OF ST. JOHN THE BAPTIST, I felt prompted to visit my local abortion mill after morning Mass . Ironically, during this COVID plandemic crisis, Planned Parenthood continues to murder children every day with masked parents and employees protecting themselves from this evil virus while not protecting and caring for the child within.
When I arrived on this seemingly uneventful day, I prayed and ask St. John in honor of his birthday, to save a child from abortion. Over the years, I have indeed seen plenty of miracles, but most of the time, it is a very painful hour or two pleading from the cracks in the sidewalk and offering literature as well as a listening and caring heart.
With the guards sometimes two or three poised at the entrance to the parking lot with their Colt 45 on their hip in plain view, it can be a bit intimidating. I know the rules as I have been on the sidewalk offering help and assistance for over ten years. Sometimes, I attempt to enthusiastically engage these stern guards with warm smiles and greetings. Tragically, these men are being used as willing pawns to assist the agenda of PP. Determined to do their job well with their cold and detached heart, is their script they are to follow towards those who are praying on the sidewalk. They closely watching my every move and I watch their every move as well. It can be daunting as they try to step in to block me from speaking with the driver and passenger as they quickly motion the cars forward.
Even if I can’t catch every car, my loving and sometimes direct signs,( like the one above) will grab the hearts of the abortion minded men and women. I also hang adorable new baby outfits from my signs to tug at their hearts. Who can resist a cute baby outfit?
I sprinkled holy water the length of the sidewalk in front of PP, as I carried my pamphlets along with my rosary . I prayed and groaned within as I gazed upon the sea of cars in the parking lot. I remembered. It was Wednesday, second tri semester abortions on this day.
I prayed within, Dear Lord, please move in the hearts of these women and men. I raced back and forth as cars poured into the parking lot. On this day, the guard did not block me from stopping cars and sharing with the drivers. I kept praying and pleading as couples walked in and walked back out. I could see from the distance, there were COVID signs on the glass door. I thought, what are they doing? Did they have a change of heart? I soon realized that they were asked to go back to their cars and wait as it was “safer” then waiting inside the possible COVID environment. There were approximately 7 couples waiting for their abortion in their hot car with windows rolled down. I began sharing and pleading from my heart. “I have resources for you! ” Your baby wants to live! I prayed and asked all of heaven to pray and change the hearts of these couples. I continued to plead to these waiting couples inside their car.
About 20 minutes later, a car backs out and slowly rolls to the exit driveway. The window was still down. I caught the gaze of this precious and courageous young woman perhaps 18 or 19 with her black boyfriend driving the car. With a soft voice, she told me, “I can’t do it. I changed my mind.”
I exclaimed, “Praise God, thank you for choosing life.” I gave her the directions to our local pro life clinic and a baby boy’s infant outfit and said, if you have a boy, please consider naming him John. She smiled warmly.
“I will pray for you both. God has special plans for your family. Thank you for choosing life”! I eagerly told her as the car zoomed away.
Less than a minute after she left, another car backs out and exits the drive way. This young Hispanic couple stopped and I asked her already knowing in my heart, she chose life for her child, I asked gently, “you chose life for your child?”
She firmly said with a sparkle in her eye, ” yes, I am keeping my baby.” Thank you for being here.”
I raced over to grab the last baby dress I had hanging on one of my signs. She gratefully said thank you and clung to the baby dress as if her child was already wearing it. I treasured this precious memory of seeing her clutch the floral baby dress against her chest. It was indeed another miraculous moment. Two children saved from the mill, minutes apart!
After the cars drove away, I broke out in praise and thanksgiving and shared the good news with the guard. He witnessed it all and said nothing. This guard could have as he has done in the past, pushed these cars away and I would have not been able to interact with these couples who chose life. On this day, the angels kept him quiet and still.
INDEED, THE COVID CLIMATE HAD BECOME A SILVER LINING on this particular hot summer day. This surreal virus surprisingly gave me one more chance to plead from my heart for the lives of these children in the womb while their parents relaxed in their cars listening to my pleas with windows rolled down, as the waited to be texted by the receptionist to go inside the mill and kill their child.
Thanks be to God to both these young brave men and women who heard my pleas from my heart and chose life! Thank you Saint John for interceding for me on your Feast Day!
As I gathered my signs and left shortly after, I am forever reminded never to forget all the children that die at these mills daily, weekly, monthly, and yearly. The numbers are staggering over 65 million children murdered since ROE VS WADE.
I hope for all of you who read my blog of remembering the miracles that sometimes happen on the sidewalk at this Planned Parenthood, you will dearly hold these aborted children close to your hearts always.
Dear innocent ones, we pray for you and the conversion of your parents who ended your precious life. Please pray for us as you are indeed holy martyrs. We yearn for our heavenly reunion with all of you where the sting of death will be no more and love grows forever more.
Come Lord Jesus Come and deliver us from the horror and scourge of abortion throughout our world.