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.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Grace and His Grace

...where fear is lost to love and You are more than enough.


12 comments:

  1. Prayers for you at the start of this day.

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  2. You are in my prayers. Remember His Mercy!

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  3. Prayers for you at morning...

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  4. Just wanted to let you know that you're in my prayers especially today. May God continue to grant you peace and healing, and may He surround you with his love.

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  5. Prayers for you as the sun is high...

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  6. The three o'clock hour on the east coast: the Divine Mercy Chaplet for you.

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  7. Prayers for you in the evening.

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  8. I'm overwhelmed. Thank you so very much.

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  9. Prayers for you in the evening. I have such gratitude for you. And Grace.

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  10. By way of a post-script to 8/22 -- as at this hour, it is still that day on the west coast (now the 23rd on the east), a priest who has yet to offer Mass today has promised to remember you in his private Holy Sacrifice....
    So great is the admiration for you. Wtih gratitude to the Holy Spirit for the connection through these machines....Hope you know rest.

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  11. Praise God,

    For He is not done with us yet!

    Psalm 143

    Lord, listen to my prayer:
    turn your ear to my appeal.
    You are faithful, you are just; give answer.
    Do not call your servant to judgment
    for no one is just in your sight.

    The enemy pursues my soul;
    he has crushed my life to the ground;
    he has made me dwell in darkness
    like the dead, long forgotten.
    Therefore my spirit fails;
    my heart is numb within me.

    I remember the days that are past:
    I ponder all your works.
    I muse on what your hand has wrought
    and to you I stretch out my hands.
    Like a parched land my soul thirsts for you.

    Lord, make haste and answer;
    for my spirit fails within me.
    Do not hide your face
    lest I become like those in the grave.

    In the morning let me know your love
    for I put my trust in you.
    Make me know the way I should walk:
    to you I lift up my soul.

    Rescue me, Lord, from my enemies;
    I have fled to you for refuge.
    Teach me to do your will
    for you, O Lord, are my God.
    Let your good spirit guide me
    in ways that are level and smooth.

    For your name's sake, Lord, save my life;
    in your justice save my soul from distress.

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  12. InfiniteGrace, my prayers go out to you and up to heaven for you and your little one. May Almighty God bless you abundantly and forgive us all.

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