I'm continually amazed at how God is willing to use me in such deep, profound ways. Often, after sharing my story, both men and women will come up to me afterwards, confessing that they, too, had had abortions. But no story has yet touched me more deeply than what happened at this Sanctity of Life weekend service:

An elderly woman came up to me afterwards, quieting crying, and courageously shared with me that she had aborted her child fourty-seven years ago (reminding me that we never forget) and that during the service, she felt God speak to her, and in the silence of her own heart, this lady gave her long-lost child a name.