I was at a speaking engagement signing books. About ten people into the line, two women approached me holding up a picture of a very handsome young teenaged boy. “He is alive because of your words,” they said with big smiles on their faces.
The women looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t remember how I might know them. They continued:
Fourteen years ago we knew a little about your story from an article you wrote about the heartbreak of your abortion. My daughter read that article and begged my husband and me to see if we could come talk to you as a family.
My husband was a preacher at a small church, and when we found out our young teen daughter was pregnant, the shame felt overwhelming. We couldn’t process any other way out than for her to have an abortion.
But then we found your words. And you agreed to meet with us. We honestly didn’t think meeting with you would change our minds. But we were wrong. Through you we saw a hope for how we might choose to honor God through this situation rather than hide in the darkness of our pain and shame.
That next week my husband stood before our congregation and told the truth about what our family was facing. He invited my daughter up, and with tears streaming down his face, he invited the congregation to support her, love her, and stand with her as she made this courageous choice to keep this baby.
Tears came to my eyes as I stared at the picture of that baby who had grown up to be that teenaged boy. I hugged both women and something deep in my soul rejoiced. Not for what I’d done – but for what God allowed me to experience through being obedient to Him. What a terrific way to spend my soul the day I wrote that article.
An article that reached far beyond where I ever could have. Into a pastor’s family. Into a girl’s womb. Into a life saved.
Culled from THE BEST YES: Making Wise Decisions In The Midst of Endless Demands by Lysa Terkeurst