Client Stories
Brenda & Noah
I thank God for WRMCSN! When I came to them over 11 years ago, I was convinced my life was over, and I had no hope whatsoever. I felt my only option was to have an abortion. But the WRMCSN counselors encouraged me that if I chose to keep my baby, this was only nine months out of my life, it most certainly wasn’t the end. They spoke much needed truth into my life, and reminded me of God’s goodness, and grace, and that if I made the right choice, He would bless me and take care of all the details that friegtened me so much. They were absolutely right! My son Noah is one of the greatest blessings I have ever received. My life has been changed and blessed in ways that seemed absolutely impossible at the time I came to WRMCSN. The counselors are understanding, graceful, supportive, and most importantly help women in crisis replace the lies and fears we believe when facing an unexpected pregnancy and replace them with the truth and with hope!
Jesus Met Her Here
She came to the center to get a free pregnancy test and pregnancy verification form. She was 41 years old, married, already had children, and was hoping that the test would show she was positive. At first, I found it a little odd, that at 41 she wanted another child. While talking to her she shared that only a few months before she and her husband had experienced a great heartache: their toddler daughter had drowned in the family swimming pool. We talked a little more and then I presented her the Gospel of our wonderful Lord and Saviour, Jesus Christ . When at the end I asked her if she wanted to open her heart and ask Jesus in she responded affirmatively and as she began to pray and thank Him for His forgiveness she began to sob. I asked her what was wrong. She shook her head, she told me that she had felt so guilty of her baby's drowning because she had not fenced the area properly. Now she had realized that Jesus had forgiven all her sin! Her tears were tears of joy as His forgiveness had unburdened her soul: her conscience wiped clean in front of my eyes. By the way, her test was positive. As I was getting her paperwork ready I could hear her speaking to her husband on the phone: sharing joyfully the Very Good News. By His stripes we are healed.
Written by Missionary Volunteer Counselor L K
Jessica's Story
I was a 22-year-old single mother of a seven-month-old daughter with another baby on the way. I wondered how my life got to be so out of control. How was I going to be able to take care of two babies by myself? After many sleepless nights, I reluctantly decided that abortion was my only option. I began calling clinics that offered abortion services. I made an appointment for the end of the week. Abortions are not cheap, so one afternoon I made one last call, hoping to find a cheaper price. It turned out to be the most important phone call I have ever made. I made an appointment to speak with a counselor and have an ultrasound. Talking to the counselor at the WRMCSN changed my decision and helped me realize that this is what God wanted for me. I was finally able to look at my situation as being a gift from Him, rather than a hardship. When I saw my little one’s heart beating on the ultrasound, for the first time in a long time, I cried tears of joy, rather than tears of fear or regret. Not a day goes by that I’m not grateful for the WRMCSN for helping to save my little man’s life and helping me decide not to make a horrific mistake.
Kat's Story
I was raised in a home where there was enough money, lots of religion and even socially successful parents, but perversion and violations marked our lives and filled our house with lies, pain and ugliness. When I was in high school, I decided our house was like living in a insane asylum. We moved around a lot, so I never made close friends with anyone. I did everything I could to NOT be like my parents show of social correctness. I could see it was just a show because my dad was a womanizer and my mom just got really neurotic. I had rejected "Jesus". Why? Because my parents "Jesus" seemed to have no power to change anyone. Our home was a testimony to that. Also, when we would have the church leaders over to our house, they were smoking and drinking and cussing away like everyone else. It just seemed so bogus.
Since my parents "relaxed" with alcohol, I decided that was their drug, and I was going to find my own. I started smoking pot, as much as I could get, taking peyote and frying on acid. I tried lots of different relationships, but I never felt very attached to anyone or anything. Just sort of numb and trying to work up "feelings" about anything. Sometimes I felt like I was watching how people responded to life so I could act like them, I guess to feel a part of them--like an alien learning how to act human. It seemed to me a lot of other people--everyone almost--seemed just as confused and lost as I was. We were just a planet-full of self-serving, self-centered people trying to generate a little "fun" or "happiness" or "love" or whatever. The people I hung with tried to be deep and spiritual in a really New Age sort of way but really, I didn't want to exert the discipline to do anything that was going to require me to make an effort. I always had my sense of humor and I would just mock everything... myself, everyone around me, my past, my present, and my future. I used humor as one of my "coping" mechanisms.
When I was a senior in high school, I got pregnant. When I told my boyfriend, he wanted to get married. I have to say, he was an okay guy, pretty fun--always had drugs--but I just could not see myself wanting to be married to anyone, let alone this guy. I was supposed to be going off to college (paid for by my parents, of course), and I didn't want to miss the all-expense-paid party I was planning college to be.
But that baby was the first step of a total transformation of my life. When it really hit me that 1) I was pregnant and 2) I did not want to get married, I had to begin to look for other alternatives. Somehow, in all my mess and insanity, I knew this was a human life that I had a part in creating. I could really see this baby as someone I was responsible for. This little life wasn't going to just go away and I sensed so deeply that I needed to do everything I could to help this little life on it's journey through this troubled world. I have to say, this was the FIRST time in my life that I thought more about doing what was best for someone else rather than what seemed easiest for me. As I thought about it, I knew one thing for sure. My life was in no way the kind of environment for me, let alone a baby. I didn't have maternal feelings except in maybe a really shallow "baby doll that's all my own" way. So I knew what would be best for this baby would not be for me to try to raise him. I knew I could not be a part of ending this life--it wasn't the baby's fault.
I knew this life could be precious to someone. At that point, I decided on allowing my baby to be adopted by some people who would love him like their own. He could be a part of fulfilling their dream, and loving parents could be a part of fulfilling all the possibilities of his life. At that point, I told my parents about it. It was hard for them, but I have to give them credit. They were disappointed, of course, but they helped me find an adoption agency and were supportive of my decision. I decided, "Okay, I hope I haven't really hurt this baby with the drugs I've done but I have seven months to help this baby be born healthy." I had already quit taking any kind of drugs or alcohol but at that point, I quit smoking cigarettes, started exercising and eating healthy. I figured this was my one chance to invest something good into this little innocent life that I had helped bring into the world. It was amazing to get the focus off myself for once…what felt good to me or what I wanted...
My baby was born at the end of summer. The labor wasn't too tough because I'd gotten in such good shape for the baby. I learned something right there. When you do something unselfish, not only does it feel really good; there's all kinds of side benefits to it. I went to the nursery to see the wonderful little boy, looking all healthy and beautiful and feeling like I really had done my best by him. I knew his new parents had already seen him and fallen in love with him. Having a clear conscience felt better than I ever could have imagined.
Going through this time, I believe, was instrumental in God drawing me to himself and showing me possibilities for my life I never thought could exist. I thought other people and I had wrecked my life but God showed me that my life was just beginning. Over the next few years I still partied and made a lot of dumb decisions but something had broken through my stone-cold hard heart. Some people that I felt close to had become Christians. When I tried throwing out my "Yeah, I know all about Jesus and there's nothing there for me," routine, God just put me in check through watching what was happening in their lives. Some of them had seen some of the same things I had about the futility of "religion," but they found Jesus to be completely different than what we had experienced in those "religions." I know they were praying for me because when I finally did listen, I could tell this Jesus was radically different than what I thought. When I stopped to listen, in one way I felt really ashamed and dirty because of all the trash I'd taken part in but at the very same time there was this even stronger feeling that Jesus had seen me all along and it only made him want to show me his real love and show me how to become a woman with dignity, joy, warmth and love.
It's been a great journey, and I can't say I regret a single step of the way. God's turned it all for good in my life. A few years after coming to Jesus, God gave me a fantastic man of God for a husband. He and I have the joy of raising two great kids. God taught me how to be a wife and mother. My husband and I both came from very dysfunctional homes but God helped us to be taught by him. Since turning my life over to God, I've prayed so often for that little boy. (He's an adult now!) I pray that no matter what the twists and turns of his life, he will allow Jesus entrance into his heart. If he does, I know I'll meet him in heaven one day, and we'll be together still loving our amazing God!
