Cities4Life is a frontline ministry offering help and hope to abortion-minded women at the very last moments before their baby dies a horrific death. That is our focus and calling. People like you support us so that we can give our full attention to this vital work. We could not be there without you. However, we could not do this work without our wonderful volunteers either. These are the people who daily make sacrifices to be the very last voice of LIFE for these precious babies.
Our volunteers come from many different backgrounds, age groups, and communities but they all have one thing in common; they are on the sidewalks because God called them there. We like to share their stories so that you can see first hand those who you are supporting. We hope to encourage you to step out in whatever way the Lord will call you to be a voice for the voiceless. Below one of our newer volunteers, Selwa, shares a gripping testimony about her past abortion and how the Lord called her to the sidewalk.
Seventeen years ago, I stood in the bathroom of my college apartment holding a positive pregnancy test. I was nineteen, a junior in college, and a professed Christian at the time (though my recent actions through a series of failed relationships and one-night stands with several men had suggested otherwise.)
“I can’t have this baby,” I thought to myself. “I barely know the father. He hasn’t returned my phone calls in weeks. If my parents find out, they’ll disown me – or worse – force me to marry him. In their eyes, I’ve basically committed a crime, and the only way to avoid the punishment is to destroy the evidence.”
Frantic, I called the local abortion clinic on Wendover Rd. and made an appointment. Because I was so early on in my pregnancy – around 5-7 weeks – I was eligible to take the abortion pill.
“You’re going to experience some bleeding and cramping, but nothing worse than a heavy period,” they told me. “You’ll pass a few clots, but the fetus is so small, you won’t see anything.”
Those, of course, were lies. For the next several days, I was bedridden, writhing through some of the most excruciating pain I’ve ever experienced in my life. At one point, I went to the bathroom to vomit (one of the many horrible side effects of the pill) and passed a very large clot, followed by something that looked like a translucent blob of tissue resembling a fetus. Realizing I had just murdered my own child, I broke down into tears.
It took years for me to receive God’s forgiveness and to forgive myself. In 2013, I suffered a miscarriage. “I deserve this,” I told myself. For killing my baby when I was 19.
Since then, He has blessed me with 3 beautiful children and one more in the womb. Some days, I can’t help but ask God, “why?” Why would He choose to bless me so big? Who am I that he is mindful of me?
One year ago, He reminded me of a very powerful Scripture, which finally gave me the courage to begin sharing this part of my story with others:
“And they overcame him by the blood of the Lamb, and by the word of their testimony.” – Revelation 12:11
Our stories – the words of our testimony – are some of the most powerful weapons we have in the fight against darkness. As I was pondering this, the Lord began to beckon me to the front lines of this fight. And more recently, He called to my mind another passage of Scripture: Psalm 107, which can be summed up thus:
When we – his beloved children whom he has redeemed – make a choice to speak of his redemption and tell of His goodness, it silences the mouths of the wicked and causes everyone to ponder His steadfast love.
I had heard about Cities4Life through some Facebook posts that my friends had shared, and I knew right away I was supposed to volunteer.
I’m on the sidewalk for the Lord. As an extreme introvert, sharing the Gospel outside of our city’s busiest abortion clinic is something I never would have decided to do on my own. But I could not ignore His calling.
I’m on the sidewalk for the babies in the womb. They can’t speak for themselves or fight for their own lives, so we must do all we can.
I’m on the sidewalk for the moms. Having been very familiar with the heartache that so many women endure upon making the decision to abort a child, I believe that God will use me to speak to them too.