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, April 3, 2012

In the end, Jesus wins...

I do hope some of my readers who, too, are postabortive, are following along with Lumina's Lenten series... Monday's was particularly poignant. The title alone is enough to get me going... Jesus wins.  We know the outcome, but here I sit still doubting and wondering if it will ever sink in.

In the end, Jesus wins.

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