Lisa was a party girl who partied every chance she could get. She was a bartender. A cocktail waitress. A fun-lovin’ girl without a care in the world…until the stick turned blue.

Lisa had grown up in a Christian home and walked the aisle when she was eight-years-old. But in her twenties, Lisa put Jesus up on a shelf to live the wild life. But one day, in 1996, she discovered she was pregnant, and her fast-paced world came to an abrupt stop.

After several home pregnancy tests, Lisa decided that she needed an “official” test from a medical facility. She got in her car, and headed to the Planned Parenthood office where she had gotten her contraceptives. She knew that they would encourage her to have an abortion, and frankly, she was committed to continuing her partying life-style with as little interruption as possible.

But on the way to the clinic, something happened. God happened. Lisa saw a two-story brick building with a sign that read, “Charlotte Pregnancy Care Center.” She felt as though God was beckoning her to pull into the parking lot. He was. She did.

Let me let Lisa tell you what happened in her own words:

I remember it just like it was yesterday. From the moment, I got out of my car, I just felt like the Lord was with me. I walked into the Center and was met by a woman with a nice, warm and caring smile. Not a smile that was a, “I’m just doing my job” smile, but a caring smile.

She came over, met me, introduced herself, and put her hand on my arm. “You have come to the right place,” she said. “We’re here to help.”

I felt like I had just walked into the arms of Jesus. The love, the compassion, the confidence and sensitivity in her voice was incredible. She wanted to know about me. We talked and she listened. She was gentle and kind.

We discussed how I felt and what I wanted out of life. What I wanted for me and for my baby. She called it a “baby.” Not “a pregnancy” like so many do in the early stages of pregnancy. She confirmed that my test was positive and gave me a due date.

I remember hearing her words and the Holy Spirit using those words to tell me it was going to be OK, but that I would have to change!

A week or two went by and this woman called to check on me and to ask how I was doing. I thought wow—she cares!

I went to my doctor to begin my prenatal appointments, and he did an ultrasound. He had some bad news.

He said I had a problem in my uterus and that the embryo had connected to a part of my uterus where there was some sort of separation.

His words to me were, “It will not live. Your body will not be able to carry to term and besides, you can easily abort it at this stage and get back to your normal life. This does not have to be an interruption.”

But as he talked, I was listening. I was listening to him, but I was also listening to a voice in my right ear that was saying, “It’s going to fine. You are going to be fine.”

I even asked my mom who came to the appointment with me, if she heard it too. She didn’t. The voice was just for me.

When the doctor came back in, I looked at him and said, “I’m not having an abortion. I’m having my baby. “

Well, Lisa did have her baby. Jordan Reese Holt was born weighing 7lbs, 5oz and measuring 20 inches long. Perfectly healthy. Magnificently beautiful.

In the fall of 2012, our Charlotte Pregnancy Care Center celebrated its thirtieth anniversary. They had planned a celebration banquet with Bruce Wilkerson as the speaker. For a year the staff had prayed for just the right testimony to share.