Amanda proceeded to tell me that she came early. “I delivered her at 27 weeks.” “Oh my gosh, Hope Clinic is still killing them at that stage.” “Yeah, I know,” she replied. “The doctors and nurses didn’t give her much of a chance of survival. They told me to prepare for the worst, but I remembered what you told me, Angela, in your van when you saved her. You told me that God had a plan for this baby's life and that she had a destiny. I kept praying and saying that all the days I held onto her little hand as she lay in the incubator with all those wires and tubes she was hooked up to. I knew God would help her so I could bring her home.”
“I showed the nurses at Cardinal Glennon the ultrasound pictures of her you took, and some of them knew about you and your ministry. They thought it’s great what you do. I told them if it weren’t for you being out there that day, Dallasen wouldn’t be here.” I interrupted and said, “No, not me; it’s the Lord. He works through us.” She smiled. “I think you guys are saints. Thank you for all your help you have given me.” With that I hugged Amanda.
We may never know how many lives we have affected, saved, and touched, but we have to be there, making a difference in the lives of others. As she left the ultrasound van and walked to her car, we then noticed Daniel on the west side of the slaughterhouse. Praise God we're a team. He was speaking with “Martina.” She drove all the way from
You know, over 18 years ago I didn't know about this slaughterhouse, but now I don't have an excuse. I'm glad we can make the sacrifice each day and help be a voice and let those little boys and girls scheduled to be executed know that at least we tried to bring a little dignity and let them know they did not die alone.
In Jesus’ name ~Angela