UnAborted

Roughly 1 year ago Sandy and I found ourselves in a peculiar situation. Sandy's friend Lorean was single, pregnant, and alone. She lacked support from the drug dealing father, her family, and many of her friends. The voices of greatest importance in her life were all demanding that she get an abortion, and promising to disown her if she did not concede. Sandy and I were obviously a voice of a different demeanor, knowing that a lifetime of pain and remorse would lie ahead.

We, along with our good friend Ali, began to fast and pray on her behalf that she would 'choose life' for her child. She was torn, as is understandable for any young woman in her situation. Her heart was soft and she desired to do right, but with so little support she lacked hope that a bright future would be possible. We chose to walk gently with her through the process, knowing that it was not for us to decide, nor for us to force a conviction upon her. We would be there regardless.

Months had passed and I remember being on the phone with Ali as she paced back and forth outside of the planned parenthood building weeping, knowing that Lorean lay on the operating table awaiting the abortion procedure. In a desperate plea, Sandy and I agreed to adopt the child if it was permitted to live. When that was denied, we again resorted to our only true hope; crying out to God. I was hundreds of miles away, driving to a track meet. Sandy was stuck at work. Ali was kicked out of the facility, crying on the street as a security guard stood post. Lorean lie perplexed and tormented, awaiting the doctor.

Though none of us were able to stop what was about to occur, Someone was. Unannounced, a nurse walked in while Lorean, also in tears, lay waiting on the table. The unknown nurse came up, unplugged the machinery, and said, "I don't think you should be in here. I think you need to leave now and not come back." Lorean immediately agreed, ran out of the place in an emotional storm, and never returned. I can only imagine the embrace with Ali in the street.

Today Ali and Sandy go and visit the little family at least weekly to babysit, do laundry, cook, clean, grow in God, be girls, whatever. I have only had the privilege of being with the little guy a few times so far, but I have to say that there is a strong spiritual bond between us. I praise God for His miraculous intervention and can't wait for the day when little Lucas will be able to thank his mother and his God for giving him not just life, but "life to the full."

I am so proud of you ladies!

Lorean, you are strong and courageous. Thank you for your inspiration and perseverance. We love you so much!

Say hello to little Lucas!