Alissa told me she prayed about it as she created her sign - but now that we're on the sidewalk, she feels tenderly towards the women we see coming from the clinic, and wonders if they'll hear harshness when her broken heart pleads gentle...
Oh, mamas... can you see our pain as we try to reach you? Can you hear our mama heart as it cries out to yours? Can you see the love that we want to wear for you in your moment of vulnerability?
Father, could you just cover us with you - so that they don't see us at all, but instead see You?
Yes, I constantly pray that those mamas, and even the workers feel peace and love radiating from 'our side' of the street.
ReplyDeleteUs too, Ali. It's so tough in our situation where we're not allowed to speak... Trusting that our Father can communicate past the barriers we have.
ReplyDelete"it's your child"...I like that. It's not only speaking to the men and women going into the clinic but somehow to us all and our responsibility. At least, that's what it made me think of today.
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