By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

Phone rings.
Hear a muffled sound…
Individual crying.
“Who am I speaking to?” I ask.
“Doesn’t matter,” says the woman. 
Voice sounds young.
I’m quiet.
Wait for her to collect herself.
“Had an abortion.
Took a life.
Deep sobs; guttural.
Didn’t know what to do; boyfriend thought it was best.
Boyfriend is gone.”
Aloneness, fear, abandonment, isolation;
Unspoken realities that line the corridor of a tormented mind:
and an empty womb.
Wish I could hold her, touch her, see her;
know who's on the other end of the line.
Thankful she called.
I speak:
“You maybe don’t feel very loved or loveable right now;
but God isn’t like your boyfriend.
He’s still there; still loves you;
knows everything.
And me … not sure how you got my number but I care about you. 
It’s okay to hurt.
You’re going to be okay.
Can you tell me where you’re calling from …
Are you in a safe place?”

More sobs ..
“No, can’t tell you those things; everything about me is anonymous.”
She sounds so young …. too young for this kind of phone call.
For a few minutes I love this anonymous one…
Pray with her:
There are no anonymous individuals with You.
Each life has a name and each has a need.
This "one" is hurting.
Extend your truth and grace on this young woman’s life.
Bring individuals around her who will love her, hold her … help her.
Be a refuge to her; open up Your word to her.
Psalm 139; let it breathe on her.
Decisions have been made; hurts are real; healing is needed.
God and great Physician,
Love this one who calls herself anonymous.
In Jesus name. Amen.”
Uncontrollable sobs ….
“Gotta go now,” she says.
Blows her nose, clears her throat …
“Thank you.
This is what I needed today.
Just a little bit of hope.”
Lie on my bed and cry.
Cry for anonymous individuals with no names and monumental needs;
For poor decisions made,
tormenting accusations to deal with,
sin’s empty promises.

Cry for two individuals I don't know ...
A young woman ... and a tiny life;
Two anonymous ones.
Wipe the tears from my eyes;
Strangely comforted.
Use the words of the anonymous one
and pray:
“Oh God … thank You,
For giving me what I need today.
For hope; more than a little.
And I'm thankful .....
 No click.
No disconnect.
No anonymity with God.
Not ever.
“If I ascend up into heaven, Thou art there:
If I make my bed in hell, behold, Thou art there.
If I take the wings of the morning,
and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there shall Thy hand lead me,
and Thy right hand shall hold me.”
Psalm 139:8-10