Foothills Pregnancy Care Center
1449 Blue Ridge Boulevard
Seneca, SC 29672
(864) 882-8796
(864) 653-8000

History of Foothills Pregnancy Care Center

Foothills Pregnancy Care Center began in 1990 when several individuals felt a burden for the needs of young women facing unplanned pregnancies in desperate situations. Originally located in a small building on Fairplay Street, the center grew, changed its name and in 1998 relocated to 321 E. Main Street, Seneca. The center expanded adding a Father Mentor and Abstinence Program in 2000. Bursting at the seams our clothing room was set up as a store and renamed the "Baby Boutique." The ladies shop with the "Mommy Money" they earn by coming in to meet with a peer counselor, participate in a Bible Study, complete an educational brochure or watch parenting videos. A Board of Directors and Executive Director govern the center. We are an affiliate of Care Net, a national organization of crisis pregnancy centers with 670 affiliates in the US and Canada. The center ministers to women from Oconee, Pickens and Anderson County and has met the needs of more than 4300 families since 1990. As a Christian non-profit organization we rely completely on donations, grants and fund raisers.

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The Lonely Mornings

The lonely mornings I wake before dawn
When memories cascade from my life
And emerge from a remote and buried past.
Voices long silent drift aloft in the wind to accuse
And I wonder if I had made any headway
Into understanding myself and the pain I have caused.
I want so desperately to rise above my wounded flesh and scars;
To vault above my bruised emotions and debris of personal failure.
And open my arms and heart to the world
And transform each past enemy back to civility.
But there are no triumphs anymore that remain triumphant.
It is time in my life to tear down those dreadful prisons
Those in my life that without walls or bars.
To surface and relinquish my life without meaning
To embrace the nights, instead of dreading them.
To warmly greet the sunsets, rather than to just turn over.
To walk in the rain and gentle breezes
And to love above all else the lonely, dreary mornings
That wake me before dawn.
It won't be long and I will be free again
As too long I have held myself
In a prison of my own creation.
Trapped and feeling abandoned by fear and loneliness
I thought I would die in solitude of emptiness.
Now I realize that sometimes God calms the storms
And other times He lets the storms rage
And calms His child.
Especially on lonely mornings...

RWL
January, 1997