God is Moving

I went to Planned Parenthood to pray yesterday with 40 Days for Life. It was my second time to go be a part of the vigil. I try to go not expecting anything yet expecting anything because one never knows what will happen at events like these.

Well, yesterday was one of those 'anything can happen' days.

I was running late so didn't get there on time, but when I arrived, there were quite a few people present. I signed in and offered to take over the shift duties so the woman who was doing that could go pray without being disturbed. I think it was close to 2pm when I got there.

As part of being a Shift Leader, I like to take periodic head counts just to see what our numbers look like. At one point, we had 13 folks praying at the vigil. Quite a difference from my first sesion last week where there were only 4 of us for a while and then only 2.

We saw a few cars come and go and we always prayed for them right away. In fact, there were a few times when we would 'talk' to the cars and tell them to turn around. None did except for one.

(Time for a bit of comic relief)

This car pulled into the drive and I saw it and kept saying "Please turn around. Don't go in there." I didn't say it loud enough for them to hear, but that's exactly what they did. I was on the phone at the time, so I told the person on the other end that I needed to hang up because the car was pulling over!

I walked to the car and asked if I could help with something. There was a man in the car looking for me. Talk about shocked! Then, I noticed a sign on his car. My husband, the dear that he is, had decided that since I had already been at the Planned Parenthood for a while I was probably geting pretty hungry. He ordered two pizzas and had them sent over for us! That was about the nicest thing ever.

(OK, back to the rest of the day at the vigil)

We were minding our own business praying and talking to one another when a truck pulled up and sat there for several minutes. Now, my being legally blind, I had no idea what was going on really. I saw that there was something printed on the side of the truck but didn't know what exactly.

After several minutes, a gentleman stepped out of the truck and asked who was in charge. Well, since it was pretty obvious that I was the Shift Leader because of the name badge, I spoke up. He told me (in more words that I'll post here, lol) that although he supported our efforts, we were in violation of some ordinance that said that we weren't allowed to have signs propped up on the ground. It was fine to be holding them, but it was not fine to have them propped. We could either take the signs down or he would take them down himself. I decided it was best to simply comply since I am not aware of all the legal aspects of being in the grassy right of way. I immediately contacted our directors and informed them of what was going on. But, the most interesting thing to me in this situation is that the man (who was from the Indianapolis Department of Transportation) said more than once that he supported our efforts and told us to keep up the good work.

All this is to say that I really feel that God is moving among us in our efforts and Satan knows it. If we weren't being heard or seen, no complaints would have come up at all, I don't think. But, because we are getting negative reactions from some folks, I know that we are making a difference. And, by the way, our vigil site isn't the only one that has been targeted for sign removal.

Praise God our efforts are not going unnoticed! Some may see this as an obstacle, but I see it as a sign that Satan knows what we are doing and is darn mad about it.