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Doing What I Could
By Betty Z. Walker
 When I walked into the Milwaukie, Oregon, Crisis Pregnancy Center, I had no idea what to expect. I just knew that they were doing a life-saving work there and I really wanted to be a part of it. I found the center easily because of the sign out front. To me that was a plus, because it showed that they had nothing to hide.
Immediately I observed that the reception room was nicely furnished and the receptionist was most cordial. I introduced myself and told her what I wanted to do—help in any way I could. She very carefully explained that the counselors were all specially trained and they had a full staff at the moment. But she asked if I would like to see around. I acknowledged that I would, so she gave me a tour of the facility—counseling rooms, downstairs, upstairs, and rooms of clothing for infants and for expectant mothers.
I was quite impressed with the counseling rooms. They were not large, but spacious enough that a frightened girl could be relaxed and not feel penned up. There were comfortable chairs and attractive furnishings.
Then out of the blue, the receptionist asked if I liked to iron. To her amazement, I said "yes" and asked why she wanted to know. "Well," she said, "we have maternity clothes and baby clothes donated to us on a regular basis. We have someone who washes them, but we really need someone to iron the cotton things that wrinkle."
I introduced myself and told the
receptionist what I wanted to do
— help in any way I could.
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I told her that I would be glad to iron, so that became my assignment. I would go once every week and iron the clothes. What can you do while ironing? You have to pay attention to what you are doing, but you can pray—pray for the girls being counseled, pray for the counselors, pray for those who need the Lord, pray for the rent money to come in, pray for protection and good health for all the workers, etc.
When a beaming girl would come in to show us her precious baby that had not been aborted, we knew that all our efforts were well worth it, and we could praise the Lord again for His goodness.
| ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Betty Walker now lives in California. |
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