A WILLING HEART
It’s been a while since I have posted about my experiences at the mill. I don’t really have a good excuse why I have not blogged as of late other than distraction and busyness in the mundane things of life kept me from sharing a bit of my joy, sorrow, and miracles. I know I am blessed if one person reads my blog or no one reads it. My stats are next to nothing. It was never for the other anyway. Ultimately, I am writing for the Other and as my blogging is more of my online journal to be a sign of hope and encouragement to others, even if I write to an audience of one!
Last weekend I was at the mill and a young black lady pulled into PP and I quickly motioned with my hand to get her attention with a smile and the motion to roll down her window. I felt a rush of emotion as our hearts connected with the guard looking on and she eagerly took my literature.
She pulled into PP and parked her car and came out to continue our conversation as the guard glared at me. By the grace of God, she opened her heart even more and listened about the dangers of birth control and most important practicing chastity until married. She had come into the mill for a morning after pill as she was sure she was pregnant.
Convinced that I was there for her and cared about her confusing emotions of fear and uncertainty, she walked past the PP guard and took my suggestion to park her car outside PP and we would walk over to the local pro life clinic, one street over.
Within minutes , we were walking over to the clinic. She continued to share her battered, broken and lonely heart with me. I listened. We arrived at the clinic and I stayed with her for the next hour as the women helped her fill out the necessary paperwork. These courageous women showered much love on her and indeed supported her to choose life in the midst of her busy academic life, angry mother, and supportive boyfriend who did not know of her possible pregnancy as she wanted to shield it from him because of the wrath of her mom. .
A little life saved perhaps between the cracks in the sidewalk on this Saturday at the mill. Pray for us Blessed Mother as we do the Father’s work in our communities spilling over with fear, desperation and lust. Indeed, You my sweet Jesus must increase and I must decrease.
SIDEWALK HELP 