291 – Right Office,

Wrong Day

January 21, 1988

Yesterday, I sensed spiritual warfare at breakfast.

Dan had already gone. The boys and I prayed and sang and read scripture. We got peace.

I prayed with Barb for Tim and Ben. [in public school]

Stevie, Markie, and Daniel and I went off to our WIC appointment. 

What a strange experience. The office was completely different. We sat down in the waiting room, feeling strange, trying to get our bearings. There was a large fish bowl with colored balloons or something in it on one of the tables. A sign said FREE.

I went up to the desk to check in.

I HAD THE RIGHT OFFICE BUT THE WRONG DAY.

On Thursdays the office was used for the Family Planning Clinic! The colored items in the fishbowl were ….uh oh!

As we left I explained to my sons as simply as I could, that women came to this office for counseling and help when they were thinking about aborting their unwanted babies.

Markie (age 6) said: How would they like it if someone did that to them! (aborted them)

We were very sad as we left the office. The boys were too young for me to tell them my story that day. When I was 22, in 1970, I had been prepared to leave the country to have an abortion. The only reason I didn’t was that time showed that I was not pregnant. For this reason I don’t judge anyone who has the mindset of aborting an unwanted child. It’s a complicated issue and never deserves condemnation.