A young woman pulled into the driveway of the abortion center. As she rounded the corner to the driveway, she saw two large signs being held by Cities4Life volunteers. One was a victim of abortion, and the other was a smiling mother holding a beautiful baby. It said, “saved from abortion.” The young woman glanced at her boyfriend. The conflict she had felt for weeks resurfaced.
“But I can’t even provide birthday gifts for the child I have,” the woman said. “How can I bring another child into the world?”
As she entered the abortion clinic, she heard the sidewalk counselors calling out.
“Your precious baby’s heart is beating if you missed a period. Jesus loves you and your child and has a plan for your life. Trust Him and please don’t harm your baby. We have hope and help. We have baby showers that provide two years of things the baby will need…”
The door closed on their voices. She thought about what they said. Her boyfriend had a decent job and was supportive and loved their other child. No, she didn’t have the money for all the things a baby would need, but if those people would help with that…”
She went in a back room for the required ultrasound after checking in with the receptionist at the front desk. As the technician scanned her abdomen for the baby in order to determine its age for the type of abortion procedure and appropriate charge, the woman began to feel less certain. Maybe this is not what she wanted to do…
“Can I see the ultrasound?” she asked. “May I have a photo of the baby?”
“No,” the technician said. “That would not be helpful.”
Not helpful? All the money she was paying for this ultrasound and she could not have a picture? And how would it not be helpful in making a good choice? Wasn’t abortion all about choice?
She thought of her other child at home. She thought about how much she loved him and remembered his ultrasound. She thought about what the Cities4Life volunteers had said. At that moment she made her choice.
“I’m not doing it,” she told the technician. She gathered her things and returned to her boyfriend in the waiting room. “We’re leaving.”
As they started down the driveway, they slowed for the counselor who had greeted them initially.
“We didn’t do it,” she said. “We could really use that baby shower you talked about.”
The counselor connected the young woman with me. I had the wonderful privilege of sharing our resources with her and explaining the LoveLife Charlotte mentorship program. Through that program, the woman would receive the lavish baby shower courtesy of the mentor’s church and a review of any needs that led her to the abortion center in the first place. Our vast resource list would be used to help alleviate needs as they arose.
As always, I shared the Gospel, telling her that her response to the information I was sharing would in no way affect if we helped her or not. We would help her whether she rejected God’s offer of salvation or accepted. She claimed she already had asked Jesus to be Lord.
I spent a long time chatting with her about God’s commands regarding sexual purity, the sanctity of life, and involvement in a local church. I knew she had not submitted those areas of her life to God. I also knew that if true heart change is to occur on the issue of abortion, an understanding is critical regarding what it means to claim Jesus as Lord and the call to follow Him.
“None of those things will save you,” I said, “But if Jesus is Lord, truly Lord of your life, will you do what He says? He Himself tells us, ‘If you love me you will obey me.’”
We got off the phone but she continued to text over the next several days. She had been thinking over all I had said and had many questions about God! She told me that she didn’t have anyone really to talk to about this, and would I mind if she talked to me?
NO ONE has to ask me twice about talking about my favorite subject!
As we texted back and forth discussing her excellent questions, I said, “It sounds to me like you are hungering after God.”
“Yes ma’am…I think I am.”
She was eager to be matched with a mentor who has now stepped in to disciple and help with immediate needs, including the baby shower. I stepped back to focus my energies on the sidewalk ministry. Praise God for the joy He set before me in letting me have a front-row seat for His miracles. What a blessing to watch a choice for life for a baby lead, as it often does, to a desire to better know the One who created that child.
On an almost daily basis, we have the awesome privilege of seeing God’s miracles play out at the local abortion centers. We feel so blessed to be a part of what He is doing. Please consider supporting this life-saving work. Either through prayer, financial giving, or becoming a volunteer yourself, you can be a part of bringing the Gospel to local abortion centers. Click one of the links below.