In the spring of 2017 we—Edmee, Jessica, and Bevelyn— headed to Las Vegas, (or as Bevelyn called it, Mr. Las Vegas because Vegas is so rough it has to be a man)!
Edmee really had it in her heart to go to Planned Parenthood and speak with women about abortion, and unfortunately, Bevelyn has had three abortions and knows firsthand the struggles and the pain, so we googled the closest Planned Parenthood location and drove there. When we arrived, the parking lot was empty, but we knew it was open, so we just sat in the car, praying and seeking direction from the Holy Spirit—telling Him that we just wanted to stop at least one abortion that day; we wanted to speak to at least one woman.
Eventually, a car pulled up and three people got out of the car; an older couple and a young girl, who looked to be no more than sixteen. The couple appeared to be Caucasian, and she looked Hispanic. We figured the couple was taking the girl to get an abortion. So a few minutes after they went into Planned Parenthood, we followed them. Bevelyn approached them with love and started a conversation with the couple and then asked them why the girl was there. When they didn’t want to disclose any information, Bevelyn just looked at the girl and said, “Don’t do it! Don’t do it! You’ll regret it the rest of your life. This is not a good decision. God is a Provider, and He will make a way for you to provide for you and your baby. Do not kill your baby. Do not murder your child.” The man stood up and started to raise hell, shouting at Bevelyn to mind her business, and yelling and saying that it was “a safe procedure and that it was just clump of cells, and we’re getting it early on. You have no right to say these things!”