I was on the hot-line Monday night, sound asleep, when the phone began to ring and woke me from my peaceful slumber. It was a young girl who was frightened, alone, and just found out she was pregnant. Like most young women I encounter through work she was in a situation she didn't want to be in and the guy who helped get her there wanted nothing to do with her.
We were on the phone for almost three hours as she slowly unraveled the details of her story. What happened to her angered me. How could a person treat another person this way?
I tried to encourage her that her life was not over and that GOD STILL LOVES HER! She was terrified to have to tell her parents and kept telling me that she woulnd't. At times I felt like I was pleading with her to trust them and be honest...just tell them the truth. But she didn't want anyone to know.
Like most girls she wanted to cover up the nightmare and get on with life, but "covering up" is nothing more then a death sentence. Not just for the innocent babe but for the woman's heart and spirit. They become crushed under the guilt and magnitude of the choice she has made.
When we finally got off the phone my heart was heavy and conflicted. Did I say everything I should have? Did I in any way make her feel guilty or condemned? Did I help her to come to any resolutions? I wasn't sure.
Last night I received a call from my friend who had taken the hot-line. She wanted me to know that the girls mother called and said that her daughter had told her everything. Everything was going to be fine.
I often question God about this ministry He's given me, but it's times like these that I know I'm exactly where He wants me to be.