Yesterday we made what might be, for several months, our last Friday appearance. I had camped with my kids the previous night down near Monroe. I was encouraged to take a day off–but I slipped out of the tent early and made it to the mill at the usual time. Only two of us were there at opening, and it was very busy–moms coming from both parking lots and being dropped off. Alicia, once again, had long conversation with a woman who did go in, but came out after about ten minutes. She had the appointment forms, so we have to pray she will come out of her panic in the next few days. She seemed to know that Alicia was telling her the truth, because she repeated several times, “Don’t tell me these things.”
Friday evening, remembering how busy it had been that morning, I began to suspect that the clinic would be closed this morning. And, gratefully, it was. We spent the morning, then, paying rents for a few of the mothers and delivering diapers and groceries. In the course of the morning I got a call from a pregnant 17 year-old who had been considering abortion and was advised by her cousin, a woman whom we have helped extensively, to call us. She sounds like she needs just about everything.
One of the moms living in Guadalupe House needs a car–mostly to help the other mom, who has to drive long miles in opposing directions to take her infant to day care and her older kids to school.
