i went to a meeting...no boys allowed...12 x 12 room...37 women gathered to sing and pray in a language foreign to my ears but not to my eyes. i saw tears and smiles and glowing faces. i listened to an elderly woman's testimony...i watched her weathered hands create a mime of her life thruout the years. i witnessed her eyes light up as her voice rose in a rush of animated jargon. and i was mesmerized - her hair streaked with grey, her nose pierced, her chin marked with tribal tattoos, her arms decorated with colored bangles, her feet bare. she is beauty filled - her life had been filled with hopelessness, death and despair and yet in the middle she found jesus, a community and a place to belong.
i have found friends...
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And so I heard in the throne room that God's heart has found a servant's heart to use in Kathmandu. If you should feel helpless in ministering to the people remember that the tears of intercession weigh heavy in the scales of heaven. Let them flow freely. Bless you a Elisa! You are in my prayers. May the Lord tenderly mold your heart to His. (Love them completely!)
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