i can’t believe i was such a chicken to go and pray in front of planned parenthood. it was such a beautiful day. the sun was shining. it was the first weekend of spring and although we needed sweaters to warm us from the light march wind, we could not have asked for better weather. we didn’t really talk to anyone. that is not the point of the 40 days for life. it is mostly just about being silent witnesses and offering support in the event that someone needs it. i was not sure how seeing women chauffeured in and out of the clinic was going to make me feel and while it did give me chills every time, i have a new sense of respect for the whole pro-life ministry. it is one thing to say you are pro-life, to refrain from using contraception so as to follow the teachings of the church, but the role of the activist, one who goes out into the field to pray like that, publicly, is one i had no experience with. i did volunteer at a crisis pregnancy clinic years ago, after my son was born, but it was different because people were coming to us. today it was different because we went to them. at the end of the day i was so proud of my children, they waved signs proudly and prayed like warriors. i never told them i was nervous about taking them. i didn’t want them to know that their mother is a coward.my husband and i quietly discussed whether or not we thought it would be safe, but here we are, it is late in the evening and we are home safe. all is well for us. our lives are filled with the laughter of 4 wonderful children, their very presence here being the core of what makes this place a home. but my heart aches for each and every woman that went home from that dreadful place today with an empty womb.