It’s been awhile since I shared an experience at the mill as a pro life sidewalk counselor offering love and support. Although this amazing story happened last year, it is always a good thing to share the miracles that often go unnoticed at our local abortion mill.
It was a seemingly uneventful day; Smiling and waving at women and men pulling into the mill , hoping to catch their eye enough to roll down their window and have a quick conversation before the guard waves them in.
A short time later, a woman walking in the gutter as to avoid the sidewalk and my loving signs with adorable baby clothes hanging over the edge, passes by moi and angerly says, “I believe in abortion and a woman’s right to choose.”
I quietly said , “what about the baby’s voice and choice.”
She paused as she glared at my pro life sign and continued, you pro-lifers don’t understand! I have a right it’s my body!”
I knew in my heart she was struggling and trying to justify what may have happened in her past. She continued her rant and I listened. Within a few minutes her voice softened and she began weeping. “ I didn’t want to have the abortion . I had no choice! He made me do it.” She exclaimed between sobs.
I intently listened as she poured out the events of her decision. The affair, the betrayal, and the death of her child on the altar of fear.
I asked how long ago did you lose your child ? She quietly said, “ a long time ago.” Will my baby ever forgive me ? “
“Yes! God will forgive you too! Do you want to pray.” I emphatically shared.
She nodded eagerly . I gave her a hug and I prayed a simple prayer of forgiveness for her tragic decision to abort her child. She wept as she prayed asking God and her child to forgive her.
Would you like to name your baby ? She nodded her head and shared his precious name. I asked her if she would like a baby outfit as a remembrance of this heaven ordained moment. Indeed it was another Miraculous moment on the sidewalk of Planned Murderhood.
This angry pro choice woman 10 minutes ago now had reconciled with God and her child!!
As she walked to her bus stop she looked back at me while clutching her son’s baby outfit tightly. She smiled warmly with her tear stained face and whispered thank you.