The Sixth Street Bridge

The Sixth Street Bridge
At the tender age of 17, I walked across this bridge, alone, into Downtown Pittsburgh, with $300 in my pocket that my mother had given me to get an abortion. I went into the Fulton Building (in the picture) and did what I was told to do. I didn't have a choice - if I did, I wouldn't have chosen abortion.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Come, Holy Spirit

From one of my go-to resources each day,, comes this...
"Are you wondering what your vocation is? It’s not the safe and predictable work you imagine you will do for the rest of your life. It is the work you will do at that frontier edge of your life, at that place where you have not yet gone but where the Holy Spirit is waiting to engage you."

Come, Holy Spirit...please.  I know I often voice, think, act, and protest as if I abhor being told what to do, but just for a limited window, and it pains me so to even say this, someone tell me, direct me, order me to do whatever it is I'm supposed to do.  At the very least, please point me in the right direction and shove me.

Read more here...Vocation: More powerful than a solar flare

1 comment:

  1. I was going through and cleaning out my old e-mails when I came across one you left me a couple of months ago when you stumbled upon my website and book "A Voice to the Inner Pain: A Path to Faith, Hope and Grace. You invited me we check out your blog which I haven't done until this very moment. It's been a rough day, really couple of weeks. I just cried out to God to show me what to do next. I've written a book about my journey of abortion and God's healing...But what's next? I so appreciate your post today. Yes, come Holy Spirit show mne what to do, who to reach, when and where to share...