Bring On the Rain

On Friday mornings, I try to make my way to the nearest abortion facility to pray as soon as I get up. I have mised a few, but do my best to be there.

Well, last Friday (not Halloween, the week before), I decided to make my way there. I woke up and heard rain hitting the bedroom window. It occurred to me how simple it would be to just roll over and go back to sleep. But, that's not what I did.

I got up and got dressed and had my mind set on making the mile walk to the facility. I like having that time to talk to the Lord and just be by myself for a while. It takes me about 45 minutes or so to walk that far. But, it took me a bit longer on this gloomy day.

I wore a long (and wide) scarf over my head and shoulders to keep myself somewhat warm. It worked all the way there, but I should have thought to wear boots or my husband's rain gear as well. Because, you see, when it rains like that, there are puddles all over. Including on the sidewalks and between them. By the time I made it to the facility, I was soaked half way up to my knees. Oh, I was wet everywhere else, but I stepped in puddles deep enough to go completely over my feet. But, I kept on.

Instead of turning around and giving in to being completely cold and soaked, I stood outside of that place for nearly 4 hours.I took 2 momentary breaks at a nearby fast food establishment to warm up, but aside from that, I stood outside as a witness to those driving by and those coming and going from the building. It's one thing to go to an abortion facility when the weather is nice, but it is a true display of character when someone endures the cold and wet (and windy, by the way) environment in order to make a stand for life. I believe it is all part of what we are called to do as Christians. It is a privilege to suffer even a minute fraction of what Christ went through for us.