After she was born, I suffered from terrible postpartum depression/psychosis the first year of her life.

 

I didn’t know how to be a mom. I didn’t know how to bond with a baby. She showed me. She healed me. She showed me grace.

 

The first three years of her life, she was raised spending so much time inside an abortion clinic. She went to abortion rallies with me.

 

Now she is the best and most articulate 14-year-old pro-lifer out there. God showed me grace.

I couldn’t be more proud to be her mom.

 

She has a powerful gift of intercessory prayer that baffles me at times because of its strength. Her conviction to the unborn and their mothers is so strong, I would put her up against any abortion supporter any day. She radiates love and compassion for others, especially those who are vulnerable.

 

And I have to say that we named her well and we didn’t even know it. Grace.