An Infertile Girl at an Abortion Mill

I have never done this before. Today was my first time ever. The abortion mill near where I live is notorious for its crazy owner and pictures/signs in the window. It is an old school building and it just looks run down and, well, evil. I've been a little nervous just thinking about going to pray, but I felt strongly that this is something I need to do. So I went to Mass, received my ashes, my outward sign for my willingness to convert my inner heart, and more importantly, the Eucharist. Praying for Jesus to give me the strength to make it through one rainy hour outside a building where babies are being torn from the safety of their mothers womb. These poor children, these poor women.

We joined some people and prayed the Rosary and Divine Mercy Chaplet. Blessed is the fruit of your womb, Jesus. My eyes get misty. My womb is empty, and now theirs is too. How is this possible? Have mercy on us and on the whole world. At some point during out prayer a gray SUV stops and a woman yells out the window, "I'm picking up my friend, she changed her mind." Thanks be to God!!! A miracle on my first day...as if I needed reassurance that prayer works.

I listen to the stories about the owner and his girlfriend. How she is known to use a bullhorn to yell, "Today is a good day for an abortion," and how he comes out with his dogs and tries to intimidate the people on the sidewalk. The people praying, the people like me. All they are doing is praying. No crazy chanting. No crazy signs. No hostility. Just prayer. The devil knows the power of prayer, and there is no doubt that the devil was there, in that building, destroying souls.

As we begin to leave, we stop to talk to one more person. It was at that point that the owner came out of the building, walked right past us and got into his car. All I could do was look at him and pray for him. Pray for his conversion. O my God, I believe in Thee, I adore Thee, I hope in Thee and a I love Thee. And I beg pardon for all of those that do not believe in Thee, do not adore Thee, do not hope in Thee, and do not love Thee. Especially him, the owner of this awful place. I wish I didn't have to come back here ever again, but I look forward to it. Just thinking of the girl that couldn't go through with "it" and called her friend to pick her up - that is worth a cold, rainy hour on the first day of Lent.

That is me in the middle picture, brown coat.
Lord, hear our prayer!

Evil. It exits here.

"Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell."  Matthew 10:28