Friday, October 7, 2016


This is a very different love story from any other you may have heard or read.  It does include a graphic incident, so be forewarned.
A doctor went to work on an ordinary day and his life turned upside down when love for a tiny girl sideswiped business as usual.
"Life changed for me during a 16-17 week abortion. I was performing a D&E procedure and had already pulled off both legs of this small human being. Every once in a while, you begin to pull out the fetus and the majority of the body will come out intact. I began to pull on the torso and the rest of the body came out whole. The arms, head, and torso were all still attached. I was moving the body to the tray for disposal and a slight movement caught my eye. I looked at this tiny chest and saw it moving up and down. Life was outside that woman’s womb, even just for a few seconds. 
And there I was. I was holding this tiny body. An overwhelming remorse flooded my body. I had violently removed this child’s legs while she was still alive. I did that. She felt it. I was the last person to hold her alive, yet I was the person who ended her life. In that moment, I was thankful that she didn’t have the ability to open her eyes. I wouldn’t have wanted my face to be the first one she would have seen. Now I have hope that the first face she saw was the face of Jesus.
That was when I knew I had to leave, no matter the consequences. I would be breaking my contract and I knew that would be financially devastating. I didn’t know if I would be able to work as a doctor again. I honestly didn’t know if I would ever be able to recover from what I had done."
This doctor moved from doing his job of dismembering babies to being struck by the love of one little girl whose life he was ending, and she changed his life and saved the lives of all the babies whom he might have killed over the rest of his career.
This story was shared originally by former Planned Parenthood abortion facility director Abby Johnson, and was carried by in its email bulletin on June 24, 2016, in an article written by Steven Ertelt. Johnson has seen many abortion facility workers leave the abortion business since she quit her job at Planned Parenthood, but this could be the most exceptional story she has ever shared. The doctor talked to her at her ministry, And Then There Were None.
"I knew there was hope. There was more than hope. I knew this change in my life would soon be a reality. 
I have since left my job and am soon starting a new position at a facility that upholds the sacredness of human life. I have a long way to go. I still have a lot of things to work through, a lot of beliefs that are being challenged. I have a lifetime of healing to do, but knowing that I’m not doing it alone, that I have the support of Abby and her ministry is helping me put one foot in front of the other.
Thank you to everyone who supports this organization. I ask for your prayers during this time and thank you for helping me and people in similar situations find healing and hope.”  
 Love can change everything. 

Wednesday, October 5, 2016


It is with some embarrassment and also some relief that I have to take back much of what I wrote in my last blog when I was so upset that two of the planters on my husband's grave had apparently been stolen.  I went to the office at the cemetery two days later, and inquired into it further, and they said it was impossible to police the entire cemetery and whatever we put on the graves was at our own risk.  The woman in charge also told me that according to the information they gave me when I bought the plot, we are really only supposed to put flowers in the metal vases that are included with the grave stone, because the groundskeepers have to mow around them and don't want to have to keep moving planters.  Although there is very little grass in the area around my husband's grave and I had been trimming it when I was there, I could see the point.  I told her that if someone had taken the plants and left the pots, and they had been taken behind the office, I would appreciate it if they let me know, and I would come and get them.  She told me that the groundskeepers had said if they had to move the other planters one more time, they would take them, too. 

That left me feeling even more dejected, but when I got up the next morning, I thought I'd better drive to the cemetery and get any of the three remaining planters that didn't fit on the gravestone so they wouldn't be taken as well. I drove over, and realized there was no way I could keep the large one there without covering up half the stone, so I called my son who came and helped me get it in the trunk so I could take it home.  After he left, one of the groundskeepers drove over in his cart, and asked, "Are these yours?"  There were the two missing planters, with all the plants! I thanked him for bringing them over--it was obvious that they hadn't fit on the gravestone--and he helped me squeeze them into the trunk as well, and told me the other two are fine on the gravestone.
I brought the three planters home, where they can remind me of my husband all day long. And the moral of the story is: don't always assume the worst because there is often a very different scenario that is much better.