Saving babies begins by saving the people who are making the decision for life. The government doesn’t save, Jesus does.
When you hit rock bottom, there is nowhere to look but up. Hope was the tiny light shining at the top of the deep pit that I had dug for myself. I didn’t know how I was going to get up into that light, but I was ready to do what it takes to get there. It was time for truth to enter my life. I was on my way to find out who I really am, to find my true identity.
I will never forget the day that I walked into the pregnancy center. I was under a conviction that I should start giving back. Everything was pointing to my past and the place to serve was where girls like me would be able to get help.
I am not sure what I was expecting the day I left the hospital. I didn’t think it was going to be so hard. I imagined that I would walk out of the hospital and look like I did before I got pregnant. I’d pick up right where I left off. Feeling grief didn’t even occur to me.
I am one of those girls. You know what I mean, those girls that has another name. Those names that describe an action. I was called those names even before I knew what they meant, even before I acted it out. I was called those names by girls and boys, by men and women.