Recently we became reacquainted with a wonderful mother named Angel, who, six years ago, decided to let her unborn child live.
When we first met outside the Granite City abortion clinic, Angel was distraught and thought that she couldn’t possibly handle another baby. “I know it’s hot,” we said, “but would you like to see a picture of your baby?” She was reluctant but I held out my hand and she finally accepted and came inside, and that’s when the love story began between Angel and her baby.
Well, to fast forward, we fought hard for that little boy and God won. But, years later, things began falling apart with this new boyfriend. She was in a mess and had forgotten her way. Lost and feeling she was at her breaking point, Angel was sitting in a room with a loaded pistol in her hand. She was crying, “I can’t take it anymore.”
She brought the gun up to her temple, took a breath in and began to pull back the trigger when her cell phone rang. It kept ringing. She finally grabbed it with her other hand and answered. On the other end a small voice said, “Momma, I love you, I will see you soon.” It was the baby we saved inside our ultrasound van a little over six years ago.
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Imagine, God used her saved baby son to save her life and to remind her and all of us how precious life is. Happy Mother’s Day, moms.
Director, Small Victories