Last week I had to miss out on my trip to the abortion mill. My husband needed me home that day as he prepared for his trip to Guatemala. I was crushed that I couldn’t be there. And even more so when the updates started coming in…
“41 cars and at least 41 babies here to be murdered today!”
“There are 44 babies at least here today to be killed. There are so many hear that the waiting room cannot hold all the support people and they have overflowed onto the porch. This is an incredibly busy day. “
“very, very busy today and the spiritual warfare was extreme. The final count was 45 cars carrying 45 women.”
All I could think about was how there will be two full sized kindergarten classes in Charlotte that will never meet earth-side.
A fellow counselor then posted a video she took of a mom dancing in the parking lot of the abortion mill with her very young daughter. Dancing to, wait for it, satantic music. Oh the enemy attacked again. Not only was I not there but another family was all plagued with headaches that day. So the number of counselors was low and the number of those dancing and laughing over death was high. Sweet babies who were resting safely within their mothers wombs were severed limb by limb. At least one of them being 18 weeks along. The abortionists pockets were lined thicker. And the counselors hearts have been almost too heavy to bear this week.