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

Your mercies in disguise?

Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops
What if Your healing comes through tears
What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near
What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?

What if my greatest disappointments,
Or the aching of this life,
Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy.
What if trials of this life,
The rain, the storms, the hardest nights
Are your mercies in disguise?


  1. I love this song sooooo, so much!

  2. Me too. I've been listening to it a lot the last couple of days.

  3. Oh, this song. It has meant more to me than I could ever say. Thank-you for sharing it today. I know our storms come from different sources, but it is nice to know they might just be mercies, isn't it?