Stories of Life. Stories of Hope.
God has blessed Clarity Clinic with countless testimonies of LIFE and transformation. We gathered some of the most powerful stories into a
beautiful book created especially for our donors.
If you’d like a copy, email Andy.DeWitt@ClarityClinic.com and we’ll
send one to you.
DADDY
Didn't Run
Bianca walked in for her appointment at Clarity Clinic. I handed her an intake form and watched her as she returned it. As a nurse, I’m trained to read more than words on paper. I read posture, tone, and the slight tremble in someone’s breath. Her paperwork said she might be “more than four weeks pregnant.” Her eyes told me she wasn’t sure of much at all.
“Let’s check with an ultrasound,” I said gently. “We’ll see how far along you are.”
PRAYING FIRST,
Listening Always
We recently sat down to interview one of our client advocates to talk about how they work with clients.
Q: What's the first thing you do when you learn you'll be meeting with an abortion-minded client?
A: I start praying immediately. I ask God for wisdom and say something like:
Heavenly Father, You know we have an abortion-minded woman coming in today. Let me be Your vessel. Give me the...
I HAVE A
Pill
The first time I met Zoe* was when she opened the Clarity Clinic’s door and quietly approached the front desk, looking at the floor. She said, “I need a pregnancy test.”
As one of our client advocates, I greeted her with a smile. “Of course, that’s what we’re here for.”
Zoe shrugged. “I have an abortion pill. I just want to know that I’m pregnant before I take it.”
HOLY
Huddle
Halfway through a busy morning, I clicked my computer to check my schedule. My next client for an ultrasound appointment was listed as “abortion-minded.”
Heading down the hall, I noticed a group of women gathered outside our boutique. These dedicated volunteers come each week to organize baby clothes, clean, and make the space welcoming for our clients.
“Good morning.” They greeted me in unison.
DAD'S CLASS AT
Clarity
I sat in my truck outside Clarity Clinic, hands gripping the steering wheel, staring at the entrance. My breath felt heavy, my chest tight. I didn’t want to be here, and I didn’t want to admit that everything was falling apart.
I’d attended church my whole life and thought my life had a plan. College, a degree, maybe marriage—eventually.