The MemorareMother of Mercy, please help Julie RIGHT NOW!!!
Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to thy protection, implored thy help, or sought thine intercession was left unaided.
Inspired by this confidence, I fly unto thee, O Virgin of virgins, my mother; to thee do I come, before thee I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in thy mercy hear and answer me.
Julie, don't! Please, call me now. I'm emailing you my phone number... now. I prayed for you -- by name, out loud -- in my car on my way home from work at midnight last night after my usual rosary. call me!!
I'm only blogging this in case you're looking online. Because I can't reach you by phone!
I've just called and left you a message. I left you my phone number on the message.
Please don't make call the state police in your state, girl, to go knock on your door and see if you're all right!!
It IS horrible, what you're going through, but it is not worth giving in to like you're worried you might. I know the hotlines don't understand us, but you know the Rachel's Vineyard folks and such understand. You know I and Theresa and Ashli understand.
Remember all the shit I went through 4 through 8 years ago?
And I probably haven't even told you all the shit my ex-husband put me through, before during and after the divorce 20 years ago!
It's different "shit" to be sure than what your shit is, but we've been through the wringer in different ways, and with GOD'S LOVE and HELP, we too made it through and so will you.
Come back, honey. Come back. Call me. Please. We need you.
Last night, I had just finished saying my rosary and then The Memorare and I said your name out loud, and Lee Anne's and others of our friends from this blog, this existence we share called post-abortion trauma and grief, and it was just about midnight or 12:30 am. I work a late job now and have an hour commute. I was just moved inexplicably to add you by name last night at that moment.
God must have moved me to. HE KNOWS WHAT YOU ARE GOING THROUGH. HE IS THERE FOR YOU. HE IS WITH YOU, HOLDING YOU. HE MOVED ME TO PRAY FOR YOU AT PROBABLY JUST ABOUT YOUR DARKEST HOUR. DOESN'T THAT TELL YOU SOMETHING, MY DEAR SWEET JULIE?
I DO undertsand and care. I ALWAYS will. I want you to be OK and neither Theresa nor I can get you on the phone. Remember God is on your side. And me, Theresa and Ashli. But God is the strongest one and it was He who moved me to pray for you in the middle of the night.
STAY WITH US, JULIE! DO NOT GIVE IN TO satan. satan wants you to be in despair, GOD DOES NOT!
HE loves you, and I love you and Theresa and Ashli too!
CALL ME. PLEASE.