War on the Unborn.....AND their Mothers

So a few weeks I read Atonement Child by Francine Rivers--even though it's a novel, it is one of the most powerful books I've ever read. The central is the journey of a beautiful young girl who was made pregnant from being raped by a man whose face she never saw. Even the Christians in her life--friends and family--encouraged her to have an abortion. Even though her emotional pain and confusion was great, she could not bring herself to abort the child....



Throughout the book, case after case--from the doctor who performs the abortions to the women who have had abortions to young girls being pressured to have abortions--shows the agonizing result of abortion.



All this to say, my heart has been more than stirred to do something about the war on the unborn. I've been praying each day for confirmation from the Lord--what action to take....if now is the time, etc. And in these last few days, I feel like I've received all the confirmation I need. The Lord is clearly leading me in that direction :)



*Just this past Sunday morning, Brian (who had no idea of how I'd been praying) made an announcement concerning an OPPORTUNITY to get involved with the local Crisis Pregnancy Center! I had tried to find out on the internet if there was one here in Springs but had not had any success. I didn't even know this center existed!



**Just yesterday, I picked up the local newspaper, which i haven't even paged through since I moved here 2 months ago, and I turned right to an article about Abortions being done in Springs. Even though there are legal abortion clinics available, young girls often go to back-alley [illegal] guys to have it done which are much more dangerous but much cheaper and more secretive. This answered the question that had been in my heart for weeks now: "Are abortions being done in Springs?" the answer is unfortunately an emphatic YES, in greater numbers than we can calculate.



***Last night I had a nightmare. I was in a classroom with many young children. All the sudden a siren went off to alert us that we were under attack. (we were apparently at war) So myself and all the children ran to the wall and knelt down, covering our heads to brace ourselves for....what i did not know. This is where it gets gruesome. Then a small, dead child was being dangled on the other side of the window by the enemy (whoever/whatever it was). This was to put fear in all the children's hearts. I remember one of the little girls being struck by the sight and screaming, "That's my best friend! and now she's dead!" I couldn't even bring myself to look at the sight of the dead child. I only tried to cover and comfort the children with me--even though the enemy was threatening to do the same to each one of them ..... that's the end of the dream and it held an intensity that I felt minutes after i woke up. There was even fear in my heart after i realized it was "only a dream".

I stumbled upon this verse this morning and could scarcely believe what i was reading: "You desire honesty from the womb, teaching me wisdom even there." Psalms 51:6
I wondered why in the dream, the children were in a classroom setting, if they were to represent the unborn. This verse tells us why!!!

"Lord here am I. Send me to the young girls/women facing the decision of having an abortion. Show them there is a way out. Open their eyes to the true brutality of abortion. Use my voice for the voiceless. What a privilege it will be to fight for them....."