Posted Nov 23, 2009 by Shaun Groves 
In the first year of our relationship Yanci asked me in a letter to pray for her Dad because he needed help. What kind of help? I thought. Is he OK? Is there something more I can do than pray?
On the bus last week I asked Yanci’s mom what that prayer request was all about. “I’ve been praying for him for four years now and I don’t why. I don’t know if God’s already answered my prayers.”
Her face broke into a huge grin as she told me the story through a translator.
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Posted Nov 23, 2009 by Heather Whittaker 
I will be doing a few more posts on El Salvador, but I need some processing time. I don’t know if you have followed the trip and read the other bloggers posts, but I thought I’d share my favorites.
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Posted Nov 23, 2009 by Patricia Jones 
Hello, my name is Patricia and I am a blubberer.
I don’t know why I even bothered to put on any eye make-up today, because I certainly cried it all away. The mascara smearing down my cheeks is far less attractive then just going without makeup at all. Oh well, I will live and learn.
I think this trip is my 10th trip with Compassion, and I still blubber like a baby. The first thing I do when I start to cry at a Compassion project is look around to see if any other Americans are joining me in my emotional state. It was a relief to see that Kelly was joining me. It’s a pride thing I guess, but God made me soft. In other words, I cry at sad movies, I cry when I see someone else crying and I cry at Compassion projects.
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Posted Nov 20, 2009 by Shaun Groves 
The fishermen and their children planted. But they didn’t plant in well-spaced rows. They didn’t plant deeply enough either. Some expert corn farmers inspected their work and told them they’d have to start over. “We can’t afford to start over. We’ll pray instead.”
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Posted Nov 20, 2009 by Molly Piper 
No matter how much I wanted to, I didn’t wake up in El Salvador today. My week with Compassion International is over, and I’m grieving that.
I got home Friday night around 11pm and woke Orison (our then-4-year-old) and he greeted me very drowsily. In the morning he didn’t even remember it! But when he woke up Saturday morning, he was FIVE! That’s right, I got home just in time for his birthday.
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