Our friends Patrick and Michelle are here,
which you know,
and they have already blessed our hearts more than I can even say.
To be with friends that know you,
don’t judge you,
and will go into the depths of your heart with you to help process the difficulties and joys of life,
is a priceless gift.
don’t judge you,
and will go into the depths of your heart with you to help process the difficulties and joys of life,
is a priceless gift.
not to mention who laugh with you in the craziness that is Nepal.
ie: like the time when a bird popped literally all over michelle’s head and we could not stop laughing slash feeling really bad for her, especially since it’d be a few hours before we got home.
She was a champ, poop stains and all!
She was a champ, poop stains and all!
but,
like I said Saturday, there seemed to be heavenly magic in the girls home.
Like the holy spirit was there, soft and gentle and palpable,
cutting deep into the wounds of the girls heart and allowing peace and freedom to pour in.
Kev, Patrick, michelle and I spent almost 3 hours at the home, playing games with the girls.
At one point after a large group game, everyone kind of dispersed.
Patrick helped one girl with her science homework,
Kevin played with the little ones,
Michelle was in the bedroom teaching English and being taught Nepali,
and I was sitting on the couch with sweet K.
K is always laughing and has a smile on her face.
Sometimes the joy is so intense I forget these girls have a past that haunts them.
But this night, I was invited into her heart.
And it changed my life.
Like all our girls, she grew up Hindu.
She told me that one time in class a friend spoke up that she was a Christian.
K said she began to make fun of Jesus, and said
“your Jesus I will cut up like a potato and fry and eat for dinner”.
A few years later after horror I cannot describe, K was rescued and sent to a transitional home.
One night in tears, she lay in bed praying, and then she remembered Jesus.
She prayed
“Jesus, I don’t know who you are but I know you are one of many gods.
Will you help me, Jesus, will you save me?”
Will you help me, Jesus, will you save me?”
A few days later K was brought to our home.
Where the staff welcomed her with open arms.
Her face lit up as she looked at me and said,
“Katie, Jesus saved me and He loves me”
tears streamed down my face as I sat there listening to this story of redemption.
Listening to a story of a God that sees and hears and moves and responds.
and saves.
A God who is powerful yet tender.
And mostly, a God who transforms lives.
Rescusing us from darkness and bringing us into marvelous light.
K described that when she came to the home,
she met people that “understood her” and didn’t judge her past.
People that loved her like she had never been loved.
You guys, the way she talked about her Jesus was so intimate.
So real.
So transforming.
i couldn't help but be humbled.
almost, embarrassed.
how often do I forget the magnitude of God?
I treat him like a genie who should fulfill my present needs,
and forget to thank him, and thank him, and thank him for rescuing me.
So that night as I sat with K, we both looked heavenward and thanked our sweet Abba for rescuing us.
For seeing us in our pain, and bringing us to greener pastures.
for He is kind.
that is his nature.
He is the kindest person I know.
today, i'm thanking Abba for seeing me
and rescuing me.
happy Monday dearest most precious friends,
love Katie
