just one

 Just one.
That's what I've been thinking about in light of the anniversary of perhaps the most sacrilegious disgraceful  piece the U.S. Supreme Court has even put their hands on.

More specifically, as I burned through several pages of Abby Johnson's book Unplanned last night, about the grandmother she remembers during her time as director of a Texas Planned Parenthood. Abby received a phone call from a girl on abortion day that she didn't want to be seen because her mother was outside the abortion clinic praying for her. As the grandmother pleaded and prayed and cried, her daughter proceeded inside to destroy the life of a child and a grandchild.

 What if that little one's mother had been persuaded to walk out to let that little heart beat?

Two days ago, I heard Abby talk about the abortion that changed the direction of her life in a radio interview. Not the events leading up to the direction change, nor those after, but I happened to tune in as she proceeded to relate the events of the day her hand participated in snuffing out one little life.

What would I have to do to save one life? One mama from scores of years of horrible regret. One baby from extinction.


From Abby Johnson's experience, Satan holds great sway on this issue because atrocities abound when the truth is shady and when love is thin. She really believed she was helping women. Which was true. She tells of several women she actually counseled toward adoption. And her life's desire had always been to help others. But the truth was shady. Until the day at the ultrasound machine when she watched a miniature human being try to wrench him or herself from the suction and then succumb to it, the truth wasn't clear. And the ones who daily prayed outside her clinic FOR HER were the ones who helped to effect change in her life after God got her attention.Not the ones who bellowed or intimidated, but the ones who truly loved and respected her as a person, in need of the grace and mercy of God.

Oh that my eyes would be open to just one. One to show love when I'd rather show judgment. One who I can give a second chance. One who I could point to the unconditional love of the Savior.

And one more after that. Then one more.