Today I got to hear stories from some local brothers and sisters. One of them knew some English so I was able to understand. I was broken and humbled.
These two families had done a lot of work in a place full of warfare in China. They told about the fellowship they worked with there that had gone through several teachers. One teacher arrived to replace another one, and died the next day. It's heavy there. These families left because they were too physically ill to stay. My heart broke for them. I hid my emotions, not sure how they would react. As they were telling the stories, even though I couldn't understand, I could see in their eyes that they were full of hope. Sure, they had a hard time where they were. But they are excited to get plugged into another fellowship here.
It's these things that excite me and remind me why we're here.
Thank you, Father, for these dedicated followers. Bless them...they deserve it.
