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.
Prayers for you at the start of this day.
ReplyDeleteYou are in my prayers. Remember His Mercy!
ReplyDeletePrayers for you at morning...
ReplyDeleteJust 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.
ReplyDeletePrayers for you as the sun is high...
ReplyDeleteThe three o'clock hour on the east coast: the Divine Mercy Chaplet for you.
ReplyDeletePrayers for you in the evening.
ReplyDeleteI'm overwhelmed. Thank you so very much.
ReplyDeletePrayers for you in the evening. I have such gratitude for you. And Grace.
ReplyDeleteBy 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....
ReplyDeleteSo great is the admiration for you. Wtih gratitude to the Holy Spirit for the connection through these machines....Hope you know rest.
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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