I am going to be honest…when I first left Planned Parenthood, I hated the idea of the “rescue” movement. I didn’t see the point. I thought it was a black mark against the pro-life movement.
As a former clinic director for a Planned Parenthood Federation of America affiliate in Texas, I wholeheartedly support the decision by Rep. Cliff Stearns (R-Fla.), chairman of the Oversight and Government Reform Subcommittee on Oversight and Investigations, to investigate various aspects of the operations of my former employer.
In 2009, I had my tonsils removed. They had been bothering me for a while and no one knows what they are really for anyway…so I figured I might as well have them out. I knew a lot of tonsil-less people, so I wasn’t nervous at all about surgery.
Today is year two. The second year since I walked away from Planned Parenthood. The anniversary of my new life. I am a better mother, a better wife, a better friend, and a new creation in Christ. These two years have been the best of my life. It hasn’t been without some heartache, but it has all been worth it.
Last year, I took my whole family to the March for Life in Washington, D.C., including my 4 year old daughter, Grace. She frequently goes out to the abortion clinics with me to pray. She knows what it means to be pregnant. She has a very simplified understanding of abortion.
"Do not pass along false reports. Do not cooperate with evil people by telling lies on the witness stand. Do not join a crowd that intends to do evil. When you are on the witness stand, do not be swayed in your testimony by the opinion of the majority.” Exodus 23:1-2
Fr. Frank Pavone has been a staple in my house for many years…even during my Planned Parenthood years. Every week I would record and watch “Defending Life.” I enjoyed watching him, even if I disagreed. I loved how outspoken he was and how he didn’t seem to live in the gray…you know, everything seemed black and white for him…right and wrong was clear.
It took a few weeks before I got the alarm code to our clinic. I guess it takes that long for them to trust you. I remember getting the code and feeling shocked. The code was 2229. That seems innocent…until they told me what it spelled out…BABY. Really. Wow. We were really joking about that…our alarm code was mocking the murder of children.
When I was at Planned Parenthood, I used to work a lot…I mean, a lot. Sometimes, I would work as many as 80 hours in one week. In order to do that, I would have to go in at night. Lots of buildings are eerie at night…none are creepier than an abortion clinic.