Since we have been so busy, I will focus on one story–the one requiring most prayer, I think. She came to the abortion mill last Saturday. Alicia crouched down between the door and the driver’ s seat and talked to her, there in the parking lot, for about a half hour. Later that day we went to her apartment with winter coats for the kids and groceries. During the week, though, her family got to her–in the wrong way. She lives with a sister, and between the two of them there are 8 children in the house. Meanwhile, this young woman recently got a new job–and now she feels that she’s just going to lose it and will be back where she started. So we met with her again yesterday, and as she and Alicia conversed in Spanish, I could see that the woman was deliberately trying to be hard, tough. She didn’t want to let herself trust anyone–and then she finally said why: she was afraid, afraid that we would abandon her. I told her then to name the one most pressing need. A car, she said. They press eight children into a Ford Escort to take them to school each day. I said I would be there the next day with a car. I asked one of our helpers to send out an appeal, and that night I received a call from a Saline family willing to donate a Caravan. Perfect. Last night we prayed Psalm 138.