A few days ago I went for a run in a city I was unfamiliar with while visiting some friends. I got up and almost didnt go for that run but I am eternally greatful that I did because it was an experience I never want to forget. Running through the streets of that unfamiliar town I ran literally right in front of a Planned Parenthood facility. I should say that I know PP does more than just perform abortions but for all intent and purposes it has been the largest proprietor and the face to the abortion epidemic in America for years.
That moment recalled an experience that I had almost 3 years ago, one that changed my life forever and one that I have never shared. A friend had been in a relationship with a guy who seemed to be the right one. He had a great job, promised her the world including a family. The relationship progressed quickly and well…she ended up pregnant. It was a fearful and joyous experience, and in many ways Jesus was very much a part of the situation. I am convinced that even when things take place outside of God’s design that He is so obsessed with us that He still chooses to become part of even the most unideal situations. And this was one of those situations…He was there because life was created and He was invited through prayers of fear and uncertainty to be part of the situation.
Shortly after the pregnancy was confirmed Mr. Right decided that this was the wrong situation and began applying pressure to have the child aborted because it wasnt ideal for his work and idealic future to have a baby at this stage of life. needless to say there were promises made ‘if you do this we can stay together and make it happen later when we are ready.’ And even more needless to say a few weeks in…he checked out.
Then there was the proverbial dilemma for my friend…she was alone, fearful of having to raise a child with no support. After much fear and trembling she decided that the pregnancy had to end. This story really isnt about me…but somehow I became part of it, not because I am great or because I have stellar wisdom, but simply because of divine providence.
The day had come and gone for the abortion and she last minute decided it wasnt the right thing to do. Then…a week or so later the pressure built again, like it does for all of us when we are in a hard spot and another appointment was scheduled without telling friends and family, myself included that the abortion was actually going to take place. The day of she text me ‘I know that you dont approve and I dont blame you, but I am going to the clinic, I cant do this alone, I just cant.’
I did the only thing I could think of…find the clinic. A text conversation continued for some time until I confessed to her that I was actually sitting in the parking lot praying for her. I wish I could say that day she walked out of the clinic and today has an almost 3 year old little girl that I have had the privilege of watching grow…but that isnt what happened. The truth of that day, if a picture could be taken, was my friend driving away from the clinic that day while I collapsed to my knees in the parking lot.
For a long time I thought so much about how broken my heart was over the situation, then my thoughts drifted to Jesus, and yeah I am convinced His heart broke that day, but I realize something else today. While His heart broke, His arms opened once again to a young lady that undoubtedly loves Him and has had hell thrown at her for the entirety of her life.
There are a lot of people that will read this and say…wow Shane it was so big of you to go and sit in the parking lot of an abortion clinic and try to convince her not to follow through with it. But if I can stop you please allow me to. Heres why, that day had nothing to do with me…nothing. It had everything to do with the King of the Universe wanting His daughter to know how much, no matter what she has done…period, that He still adores her, and is madly in love with her.
My hope is that day and the painful weeks, months and years that followed she felt the hope that Jesus had that day for her. To be totally transparent I fell to my knees that day in the parking lot of the clinic and wept…again not because my heart broke but because I knew the pain that she had just caused herself and the lie that she was still clinging to that she didnt deserve anything more than to be judged and seen as a failure. A failure? Jesus lived, died, and lives today for the chance to show people like my friend that He is bigger and isnt just at work practicing loving kindness but that He IS LOVING KINDNESS.
I have a passion…its not mine its HIS..and its to share HOPE..and the simple truth that life can be hope filled and hopeful….but only through Jesus, God, and the in dwelling of the Holy Spirit.
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