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.

Sunday, April 14, 2013

Come, Holy Spirit.

Heavenly Father, I know I am close to despair. 

I feel so tempted to give up, to withdraw from life and religion and let the world simply carry me along.

Everything seems so meaningless and nothing appeals to my better instincts.

Help me to remember that Jesus gave meaning to everything in the world.

Let me bank on that fact and get over this time of despair,
to really believe in the depths of my being that there is a reason for living.

Show me the reason for my life and tell me what I must do.

Bring home to me that I am never alone, but that You are with me even in the depths of despair. 

Remind me that no matter what I may endure now,
an unending joy awaits me in the future if I but cling tightly to You and your Son Jesus in the unity of the Spirit. 



  1. Lord, I pray peace, comfort and salvation for InfiniteGrace.

  2. Thank you so much for your prayers.