I went to American Family Planning on this morning with the conviction that something was going to happen. I wasn’t dismayed when the parking lot was more crowded than usual, because I’ve seen it that crowded before on days when they ended up with almost no business. Well, at the end of our vigil there, there was only one apparent turn-away. I was grateful, but there was still that part of me that kept saying, “I thought there would be more.” And I was right. There were more–but not at American Family Planning. When the Summit sidewalk counselors met at La Rosita for breakfast, they brought a couple that they had just met at the abortuary. So we talked with them about an hour, making plans on how to deal with all the little crises that they faced. Later in the morning, when we were driving about the city doing our errands, another turn-away from Summit called us. Tara and Alicia met with her three nights later.
It’s very simple. When I pray hard, and go with hope, things happen. Maybe I should let God run the show more often.
