I understand from my sister that my parents began to ask her why I did not turn to them for help when I was pregnant. And I wonder why they have not asked me? I have been waiting to tell them, but they have not asked. Maybe they are not ready to hear it yet. Maybe they don't want to know the role they played in my decision or the effect they had on my journey. Yet, I don't want them to think I am putting some of the blame on them. At this point in my life I realize there is no one to blame. God has never asked "Who is to blame?" "Whose fault is this?" He has only been waiting for us to come home and be healed by His love. So, in God's eye it no longer matters to me, and it never mattered to Him.

However, to everyone in this world who is not asked to walk the same road, face the same decisions, they should know why. They should know "why" not to defend what I did, but to learn from what I felt and what I did. If someone learns from me, then maybe the next time they see another stumbling along a difficult road, they may walk with that person rather than pass them by.

There are many young girls who faced the same decision as I. Yet, for reasons I'll never know they were brave enough to turn to their family; they were strong enough to place their child for adoption, they knew enough to trust in their family's support and love. I was not brave or strong then. I didn't know who to trust or where to turn. I felt so alone. I was falling and didn't feel anyone catching me. I regret that I felt that way and simply could not decide differently.

But, I am brave now and stong. I trust in my God and never feel alone anymore. I will go where He leads me now and I am committed to work to get others to do the same. Just think... if everone was busy removing the stones from all our paths, who would have time to judge the other? And if one of us would stumble and fall, maybe our judgement would be "How could I have missed that stone? I am so sorry I didn't make your road smoother. Let me help you up so that we could walk together." But, then that would be heaven ---- wouldn't it?

Her final words "Walk with us as we, at PHD, work to remove the stones in the journey so that we may all choose life. Help us raise the needed funds so that we may continue to catch those who are falling. They should not walk alone, we journey together!"

2) A New Mother:

Before coming to PHD, I felt the loss of my world as I knew it somehow slipping away. As you know, when I first received the number for PHD, I never intended on calling. Then I couldn't see that anyone could help me. With your help, I learned that I am still the good person I was before - one that has learned incredibly valuable lessons. My friends and associates saw my hurt and because they didn't know what to say or how to say it, they all drifted away. I've come a long way with the help of PHD. Slowly I am picking up the pieces of my life. I can start over and let go of the guilt and the shame. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for being there for me when I was so overwhelmed. Thank you for giving me courage.

3) The "Smith" family:

Thank you so much for our monthly counseling session and for providing my foster baby, Ashley, with her entire wardrobe and crib! Sandy also received good warm clothes for these very cold months - thank you. May Jesus truly bless your ministry! You have given us hope.


4) A Happy Client:

I really wanted to thank you for clothing I received and for the layette for my soon-to-be-born son. The kids absolutely love getting clothes no matter how used they are... they seem to appreciate them so much. To them all that counts is that it was kind of like a gift even though when they outgrow them we try to return them so others can be equally lucky. The layette was stocked with so many generous items and everything was so cute. I can't think of any way other than writing and saying thank you. I wish there was more I could do to show my appreciation. I may have no way to reward you or pay you back but God bless each and every one of you for all your loving help! Enclosed are two crayon renditions of thank you's from my children who are so very grateful. PHD, you're wonderful!