Psalm 139:13, New Living Translation

"You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother's womb."

Life Always Has A Purpose. (Part One)

How will you vote?

In light of where we are in the election, I am sharing my story again. Here is why I am forever Pro-Life.

At twenty-seven years old I found myself single, rarely sober, pregnant and living the party life in Miami. I was in no way, shape or form ready to be a mother. Nothing about me or my lifestyle said, “New mom”.

Honestly, I didn’t give it much thought. I had no intention of having a baby with a guy I had only dated for a few months. It was a simple decision to have an abortion and carry on. No harm, no foul. My life would resume as usual. The party will go on.

The guy I was dating gave me half the money. My girlfriend gave me a ride. This was a done deal in my mind. As we sat in the waiting room, I filled my mind with thoughts of what we would do that weekend. No regrets, no second thoughts. Let’s get this over with, and get out of here.

The nurse walks out into the waiting room, “Are you Heidi? You are up next.” I walked to the door that led to the back and had an instantaneous and overwhelming feeling that I was walking into something… unknown. Something had shifted in the spirit realm. Something dark. Something I knew nothing about.

Keep in mind, I knew absolutely nothing about Jesus. I wasn’t being “hyper-spiritual”.  All I knew at that moment was something was very, very off and I was terrified. As I headed back to have my weight and blood pressure taken, I glanced to my right.  There was a woman requiring much assistance getting off an operating table. Why is the door open? I was stunned at the amount of blood that was everywhere. On her.  On the walls. On the floor.

What on earth is happening here? It looked like some kind of sacrificial altar. I had taken my friends for these procedures before. It’s not supposed to be like this. I had specifically looked for a place that wasn’t a sketchy, chop-shop. This was far worse than anything I could have imagined. I was even more horrified when I looked to my left. What I saw looking at me was nothing short of terrifying. It stole the breath out of my lungs. I can see it like it happened five minutes ago. I was staring at a demon.  A full-fledged demon. A literal demon.

Please come back next week to read, “ Life Always Has A Purpose.” (Part Two)