The word conjurs up a wide variety of thoughts. For some it is the greatest thing since sliced bread. For others it is a bastion of evil and any support of its policies and practices could have eternal ramifications. For most, I suppose, it is a necessary evil, providing one-stop-convenience in a busy world.
I debated this all as I told Doug last night that I needed to run out (sans kids) for a few things. He gasped as he is currently litigating a case against the aforesaid company. But how could I thwart the Lord's will?
My trip had been delayed several days due to fatigue, so after nursing the baby and putting the other boys to bed and finishing other various and sundry tasks, I arrived much later than my schedule had planned. Then for some unknown reason, I went down the diaper aisle; we didn't need diapers.
It was there I met a young mother of twins and inquired of their age. She glowingly told me they were 3 months old (they were due the day before Matthew but came early), sweet babies, and that she was a single mom with no family in town. Then she said, "I wasn't going to have them."
It took a moment for my sleep-deprived brain to register what she meant. She had graduated from college with a 3.8 GPA, just finished her master's in criminal justice, and was applying to get her doctorate when she found out she was pregnant. Through AAA Women's Services she found support through a wonderful counselor. They even called her when a donor dropped off a load of twin girl clothes.
Since moving to Chattanooga we have supported AAA through annual fundraising banquets, Walks-for-Life, and random donations. The director even attends our church. I'm glad we've been blessed to be able to support in these ways, but it is nothing compared to meeting a woman one-on-one who has been helped and to see her two smiling babies who were given life. She is so thankful for the choice she made.
I'm so thankful that my plans were re-directed so that I had the opportunity to talk to this lady. It was a reality check to realize that my life really isn't that rough (though Satan loves my little pity-parties). I was encouraged by her upbeat spirit, despite taking care of two infants 24/7. I was more than happy to offer any support that I could provide.
The Lord moves in mysterious ways, even in Wal-Mart.
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