Friday, January 4, 2008
Street Walker for Life
So it's official, my days at the pregnancy center are coming to an end...they're kicking me to the curb...or rather, that's where I'll be every Saturday from here on out come February.
I'm excite, nervous, relieved, but most of all I feel obedient. When Carol and Diane came to present sidewalk counseling at the NWF's meeting back in November I thought for sure they'd get a few volunteers out of it. I knew God wasn't wasting their time there...little did I know He had set His sights set on me though. I've felt such a calling ever since, and it's a relief to know that I'm no longer whale food.
I'll be praying at Aaron's. They are the only clinic in Texas, I believe, that perform late term abortions (up to 26 weeks). And from what the other counselors have told me women drive from neighboring states to have this done. I know it will be hard for me and my belly to watch other women and their bellies walking through those doors. Why did God bless my little Phinnaeas or Hazel (breathe, I'm just kidding) but forsake these other children. He in his infinite wisdom knows, but that doesn't make it any easier for us to comprehend. All I can do serve the Lord and offer these women something better.
7 Ask and it will be given to you; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be opened to you.
Here's hoping for inerrancy.
I also spoke with the director regarding the 'after care counseling,' but she said due to lack of volunteers they usually only stay during the active abortion hour. Hopefully God will give me the pregnant endurance to stay longer, because I truly believe that those women need us even more when they're leaving. Would it be far too inappropriate to use a don't throw the baby out with the bath water metaphor here? Yeah, probably. Anyway, keep me in your prayers as I embark on this scary, elating, terrifying spiritual adventure. After all somebody has to get out there and show the world that not all Protestants and bloody fetus flashing, bullhorn toting, Bible throwing looney tunes.
*note to self: leave bullhorn at home.