Linda For Life Stories From the Sidewalk

👊👊  The Fight I am, if anything, a fighter. I like battles. More importantly, I like to win. The thing that happens sometimes is that I forget what the war is and get stuck in little battles. There is a war going on that is killing our children. We are being led to believe that life is expendable. We are being convinced that we have a right to choose whether someone lives or dies. We are sickened by actual wars and the resulting travesties  yet we passively sit by and let the war on our next generation escalate into a battle veiled by protecting rights. This is secretly causing the war of protecting our children to be lost. These battles and this war is not about people it is about Good vs Evil. Evil is winning. I see this and I know this but I forget and I frequently lose my battles because I forget that we dont have to win every battle to win the war. John, our prayer warrior , reminded me of this and the fact that winning a battle with a fool is not a win.  Standing in front of Pl

😇😇Miracles...part two  There are always two parts to a story and every mom who walks into the outreach building has a front story and a back story. We all do. We have the story we let everyone see and we have the private story that forms us and how we think. These moms who are walking into Planned Parenthood and usually carrying too much of their story and most times just need a way to let it out to process it. I find that letting them talk gives them an opportunity to unravel the tale of what they think needs to be done so that they can get to what is in their heart. Last week magnified this.  “Tee” was wrapped in her partner`s fears and her own fears. She couldn't see past them at that moment. She said she didn't believe in God BUT that she caught herself asking Him for signs to know whether she should keep her baby. She called it bargaining. She didn't really think that was right. I said most of us had done it at some point in our lives. She said to God (that she didn&

😇  Miracles  We talk about miricles. Most of time when we think of miracles we think of something BIG happening like war stopping or someone coming back to life. We forget about the little miracles that happen without really identifying them as miracles. We forget that what is wonderful and awe inspiring in our world is also the substance of miracles. It is the answer to a quick prayer. It is the answer to a mission that has long been well thought out. It is hope in tangible form.  The other day I was part of a miracle. I didn't know it at the time and even now it's hard to believe but what other explanation is there? I watched someone is being pressured to have an abortion and the pressuring person comes to me and tells me to mind my own business. A little later the mother to be walked into the Planned Parenthood. I've lost the war, I think. There are two women heckling me. I usually go into our building at his point becuase I think I have lost the war. This time somethin

  💪Living Well   It is impossible for me to be pro life without being pro living. I am like anyone and everyone who at times, doubts my importance. I think that when we are involved in missions that are particularly threatening to Satan, we are vulnerable to doubt and despair. He loves this. It is a tool to keep us from doing our best work with humility. It is a secret passive weapon we have a hard time identifying. It rears its existence on the sidewalk in so many forms that it is hard to keep up with it. It`s in the car driving by every day with the driver shouting obscenities. It`s in the partner overpowering us when we try to help someone helplessly heading in for an abortion. It`s in the negativity that can seep between those trying to do good. Because of this and my own feelings of discouragement I dug into my thoughts and feelings to find hopeful encouragement.   The life we desire exists everywhere we let ourselves feel God . Share this and we share love . Love and we share th

 🙏🙏Hope🙏🙏 It was a particularly discouraging day on the sidewalk with many moms going in for abortion. Some of the people going in were actually being led in by partners. I kept offering flowers and help. One of the moms I offered a flower to walked up to us and started talking. She was pregnant and pretty distraught. She felt she had no other option but to choose abortion. She was willing to listen to what I had to say so I took her over to our outreach building. She unfolded her story and began to tell me her fears and concerns. Her fears were vast. Her concerns were valid. She also did not want to have an abortion. She wanted a way  to choose life. I asked her if she'd like to go to our outreach building to talk. She said she did.  We began to sort through her fears and concerns. After that I started offering her resources. Interestingly there are many more resources than most know about. There are options for free or low cost housing depending on circumstances. Several orga