The weather was cold enough to chill the bones, but those that went out earlier today must have warmed up the sidewalks with their prayer.

I arrived at 5:17pm, but wasn't really prepared for the cold winds of Farwell. I had no gloves. I knew I'd have to protect my hands from the elements, or I'd be done in no time. No one was coming in, but they were starting to leave. The first two that came out were not accepting our message of help and hope.

By the time that my coffee was all gone, a young mom came out from the abortion center. I asked her if she was okay and she said she was. I inquired about her baby and she said her baby was also doing well and was leaning toward parenting her child. I asked her if this was her first child and she shook her head, "No." I said, "Then you already know how special this child is in God's eyes, unique and never to be repeated again. We are all equal in God's eyes, aren't we. The only difference between you, me and your baby is time and nourishment. In fact, you and I are simply really well fed and really, really, really, really grown up baby zygotes. God has a plan for all of us. His plan for me was to be here today to encourage you to choose life for your son or daughter. I hope you see that God wants you to accept this child with the great hope that this is part of His plan for you. I really hope you do choose life."

The tears had been running ever since I mentioned God. I've seen these tears before. These were tears of the peace one experiences when submitting to God's will. She then said, "You're right. I choose life. I can't do that to my baby."

I encouraged her to see the good people over at the Women's Care Center, I gave her some pro-life literature and my card and told her to call me if she ever needed any help whatsoever. She shook my hand and said, Thank you."

All she needed was for someone to be there.