Today I took my signs to the abortion center in Hyannis. I'm Pro-Life. There's a group called 40 Days Pray For Life....and I like to help them pray to end abortion. I'm not an actual member of this group but I'm very sincere in my prayers. I pray the Holy Rosary. Sometimes the counter protesters are there. They were there today.
Anyway...after everybody left I stayed to pray a little more. During the hour of 3-4 I prayed the Chaplet of Divine Mercy. It was getting later in the day and a feeling came over me that what I was doing was crazy and stupid. I thought that nobody cared about what I was doing. I wasn't helping anyone....so I thought. Cars zoomed past and it seemed as if they didn't even notice me. The wind picked up and my signs were getting more difficult to carry straight. The evening chill was upon me. My heart was sinking. I doubted my purpose. I doubted my own prayers were helping. I was feeling fatigued. I was thinking I should just go home.
But then, a stranger appeared beside me. He was a young man very handsome. He had dark skin. He had one diamond earring sparkling in the late afternoon sun. His eyes were bright and clear. He had on a white baseball cap with no emblem. His face was beautifully smooth. He whispered to me these words..... "I appreciate you." His teeth were white and perfect. I whispered back and he asked me...."What did you say?" I spoke up louder and I said..."Thank-you and God Bless You!" He gave me a Thumbs Up and I watched him walk away. He had a small backpack.
Just then a flurry of activity was happening behind me. I heard cars starting up one after the other. The nurses were leaving for the day. My spirit was renewed and I prayed for each one of those nurses as they drove away. Please pray for all souls involved with the horror of ABORTION.
Maybe you sometimes doubt that anyone will actually benefit from your prayers.
God appreciates our efforts.
It reminds me of when my children used to make me breakfast in bed. They would be making such a mess in the kitchen and surprise me with pancakes that were practically inedible. But I loved the sentiment. I felt the honor and love. My prayers are probably just as bad as those pancakes. But My heavenly Father must know how much I try.
Thy Kingdom Come Father....Thy Will Be Done.
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