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Every month I send out a newsletter to our SaveOne chapter leaders to just encourage them, give them the latest news, that sort of thing. It helps us stay connected and keeps us focused on what’s really important.

Our chapter leaders face lots of struggles that many do not realize. Often times they are on an island by themselves at their churches, feeling like they are the only ones who really “get” the importance of abortion recovery and its power to end abortion around our world.

This month we salute you chapter leaders! Always remember you are in our prayers, and the staff stands firmly beside you with locked arms!

May Letter: I can’t tell you how much you mean to me. As I travel around and I get to meet you, spend time with you, speak at your churches, and get to know your families it makes me appreciate all you do so much more. I love seeing your heart for those who are broken and hurting after abortion. Kindred spirits is what I always think of and I thank God for you on a regular basis.

I write to you from just coming off trips to Lewisburg, TN, Jackson, TN, Terre Haute, IN, Dallas, TX, and Three Rivers, MI. I’m loving all that I get to do for you and alongside you. Keep up the great work you’re doing!

I say all of that to encourage those of you who may be feeling discouraged, who may  have not had anyone sign up for your class yet, who may be feeling isolated because you are the only one at your church who “gets” the importance of abortion recovery. I want you to know there is hope and I DON’T want you to give up or lose your passion.

God has a plan (Jeremiah 29:11); He has a purpose (Ephesians 2:10); and He has created this heart in you for such a time as this! (Esther 4:14) So don’t lose heart, keep going and above all else preach the good news of Jesus wherever you go. He is here to save, transform, and restore lives seemingly lost to the despair of abortion.

Please be sure to update your pages within the SaveOne website. If you can’t remember your username and password then please email sarah@saveone.org for that information. If you look like you are busy and your page is up to date, then people will see they can find help through you, right there in your city! Please make yourself at home to the chapter tools as well. There are several new documents that might prove helpful, so please check them out. We’re here to help you every step of the way.

A Tin Bowl & Black Beans

My head was aching, my heart was racing, I was filthy dirty, and my whole body screamed with exhaustion, yet I couldn’t stop. My body was reacting to need but my mind was detached. Being thrown in to the mix of things immediately created a chasm between what my body was doing and what my mind was grasping. It was at the moment my mind finally ended the chase that sticks in my head.

I was sitting on the dirt with the biggest tin bowl I’ve ever seen in front of me. It easily held a 100 pound bag of black beans. As the beans were dumped, my friend and I started scooping as fast as we could. 1, 2, 3, 4 scoops into the brown paper bag, hand off to Tamara, she folded, then handed the bag further down the line to add to the growing pile. There were at least a dozen people all moving around, handing, folding, carrying, scooping, all working with a definite mission in mind. I could see through the legs all around me and caught glimpses of the growing crowd of people who were hungry…no starving. It was 3 weeks after the deadly earthquake in Haiti that killed hundreds of thousands of their fellow countrymen, and now food was hard to come by.

The sea of legs briefly opened and not 10 feet away from me was a woman with charcoal skin looking right at me and the beans. We caught each others eyes and stared for what seemed 10 minutes but was probably more like 5 seconds. Oddly, I wondered if her mouth was watering like mine does when I have a succulent piece of chocolate cake before me.

This moment in time is what I want to bottle up, keep forever, take out and visit occasionally. Because that was when I felt like my life had never had more meaning. I knew God was using me for a purpose to give sustenance to another human being. Now, I know this woman in front of me would have been fed with those same black beans had I been present or not. But God allowed ME the privilege of scooping her beans. Such a menial task, but yet so incredibly vital to this woman and her family.

The sea of legs closed and we continued to scoop 600 pounds of black beans that day. When it came time to actually hand out the food I never saw that woman again. I had to place myself between the children and the adults and hold one group off the other. I found myself pushing and screaming at people because they were close to rioting they were all so desperate for food. I never once felt threatened but instead felt as though I had to save them from themselves and make sure the food got in to each person’s hands. I’ve never been in the middle of something so intense, nor seen a more desperate situation that closely. I also can’t say I wouldn’t have reacted the same way had it been me in the crowd needing food for my children.

I’m home now, back in my nice house, in my comfortable bed, eating all the food I want. But I’ll never forget looking at that woman and realizing the privilege God had afforded me and my friends to be on Haitian soil helping any way we knew how.

Just missing Haiti today…


The IC


Everyone is writing their “30 days of thankfulness” and although I’ve never participated I do have to stop for a moment and write about some people that I am thankful for and owe a debt of gratitude.

You see, I belong to an elite club called “The Inner Circle”. This club is comprised of myself, my two sisters and my two aunts. This group of women who have encircled me have sustained me for 48 years. They have loved me through my buckteeth, through my awkward years when my body had not been notified that my arms and legs were ready for a 6 ft woman even though my body was still in 7th grade. They loved me through countless numbers of no good boyfriends, and through all the really poor decisions I made without their counsel. They have kept me grounded when I’ve start thinking too highly of myself, and have set me straight when I might be veering off in the wrong direction.

They are who I call when I need recipes, have menopause questions, when I’m in trouble, traveling, or feel like sending a scary selfie because I just look really ugly…then I get 4 scary selfies back in return and I don’t feel so badly about myself.

They are the first people I call and send pictures when I fall down or have any type of hurt just because I know we’ll all laugh about it for days.

These ladies are my rock of consistency, they keep me grounded, and their presence will forever be a highlight of my life.

We’ve birthed babies together, buried husbands together, gone through sicknesses together, been to each others weddings together, traveled together, got matching tattoos together 15 years ago before tattoos got really popular, (the tattoo artist called us the housewife gang; we weren’t sure if that was a compliment but we decided it definitely was), cried together, laughed together, shopped together, played big jokes together, and have loved Elvis together.

My mom, (my two aunts sister), died when I was very young. Although tragic and we would love to take that moment back from 1970; I can see how these relationships would have never evolved into what they are today had my mother lived. My two aunts stepped into my mother’s shoes and made my sisters lives and mine, the best it could be having to grow up without our mother. And although I have no biblical reference for this, I just have to believe my mother has also somehow enjoyed the funniness and good times we’ve shared. I like those thoughts because I know if she could have picked anyone to fill her shoes it would be my Aunt Faye and my Aunt Keta.

Our husbands say IC really stands for “Idiot Cult”. We say…well we just start laughing and telling stories.

Even though Thanksgiving is over, I hope my IC always knows I am thankful and forever grateful for all they mean to me. I hope during this Thanksgiving and Christmas season you take time to let those who encircle you know how much they truly mean to you.

We ARE the IC, and we have the tattoo to prove it!