After completing the training, I embarked on my first experience as a Sidewalk advocate. It wasn’t difficult to talk to people, but resisting the urge to judge them and their families was even more challenging. I saw young women coming to the facility alone or with their boyfriends, husbands, or parents. It wasn’t easy to comprehend, and I struggled to process it all. I had so many questions for God: Why was this happening? Why are You allowing it? As I waited for the next client to arrive, I constantly prayed, asking God to allow me to save at least one child. It was a small prayer that gave me a great deal of meaning.

I walked over to Seneca’s property edge and called out to them to get their attention. I introduced myself and asked the mom if I could share who I was and what Seneca and the mobile clinic had to offer. I also asked if I could share the reality of what her daughter was about to experience, because as we all know, the abortion workers are not honest about this. She listened to what I had to say, all the while sobbing because she did not want her daughter to go through with this.