Well, my first week at E.M.C has come to a close. Phew *huge sigh of exhaustion. This week I met and spoke with many girls who wanted an abortion. They came from different places, different backgrounds, were different ages and had all come to this decision for different reasons. But they all had one very forceful element in common, fear. Most of them won't come right out and say they are afraid. It is a very vulnerable place to be and to admit to it to someone else is neigh unthinkable especially when you try not to admit it to yourself. While the reason given for aborting her baby, at first, might have been for financial reasons, as you talk, you realize she is Muslim and she is afraid to tell her family because a baby obviously means she has been having pre-marital sex. Or the girl that comes in and tells you she has a 3yr old, 2yr old and 7month old at home, all from different men, and her pregnancy test just came up positive and she asks you how she can take care of another baby when she can't even take care of herself. Or the girl who says her boyfriend told her to get rid of it. Or the girls whose parents are so afraid of them growing up the hard way, that they themselves did, that they pressure their daughters to abort for an easier life, so that they can experience all that the collage life has to offer, so that their children can make a better life for themselves and get out of this "hell hole". Condemning their daughter to a brokenness and pain that isn't easily remedied all the while believing it is the "easiest way out" of hardships. Oh my dear sweet girl your hardships are just beginning. I see it, you who are reading this see it, why can't they see it. Why must fear be so blinding? The Babies are by no means the only victims in this atrocity society calls abortion. For every baby killed and gone to be welcomed in the loving sweet arms of Jesus there is a living, breathing, grieving, broken and pained mother who is left, arms empty, unable to turn for comfort and help, still held captive by the original enemy, fear.
I gave multiple pregnancy tests this week. I can't explain to you the relief I feel, after having just talked with a girl who is dead set on an abortion , to see only the one line and realize its negative and she isn't pregnant. The sick feeling in my stomach when its positive and I know this dear new life will soon be extinguished. It goes against every fiber in my being. Being raised in a big catholic family that jumped up and down in excitement at the news of a baby. I thought of this verse, Luke 23:28-29. "Jesus turned to them and said, "Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me; weep instead for yourselves and for your children, for indeed, the days are coming when people will say 'Blessed are the barren, the wombs that never bore and breasts that never nursed." Truly, we are living in this time of which he spoke.
God knew that fear is our great enemy and that's why he warned us against it so many times. So we must "draw our strength from the Lord and from his mighty power put on the armor of God!" (Ephesians 6: 10-11) We must have faith "for by grace you have been saved through faith" (Ephesians 2:8) And to never forget to rejoice in all things. "The joy of the Lord is my strength" Just as Pollyanna said "If God took the trouble to tell us 800 times to be Glad and rejoice he must have wanted us to do it!"