A praying village

Today John and I went from house to house with Vera, Basil and Carole and prayed for the families living in the houses. You see, most of these family units consist of mother and children. Men are almost non-existent in the family unit. They come around when they want. There is little to no marriage in the village and the men call their women “come-alongs.” The first house we went to we circled around the family, right when we were about to pray an overwhelming feeling came over me that I can not explain. All I know is that God was there in that tiny house with us. I could feel His presence and it was awesome.

We circled the families and held hands and prayed for them and the village. Please pray that the village will come together in unity in Christ. Pray for the children. Some of them do not have good examples of godly parents. Today I saw this very cute toddler named Christopher in one of the houses we visited. I motioned him to come over and he did. In fact, he crawled right up on my lap and cuddled with me. I rocked him back and forth and he soon fell asleep. I examined his dark, smooth skin, his chubby cheeks and sandy feet. My heart ached for him for I knew what he is going to grow up in. Such an innocent child, so trusting of someone he does not know. So I prayed silently for the little guy as he slept so peacefully. This moment was truely a gift from God and reminded me that children are a treasure from the Lord. I’m looking forward to having a child to call my own.

Please continue to pray for us as we minister to the missionaries and the village. “The Lord has done good things for us, and we are filled with joy.”

2 thoughts on “A praying village

  1. Lucy

    It is so wonderful to read your entries. Very thankful the Lord is working thru you all. We will continue to pray for His work to be done thru you!

  2. Dave

    It’s amazing how the views of what a family should be differs from country to country. Thanks for keeping us updated on your experiences and how the Lord is using you.

    By the way, tell John I also collect native (i.e. authentic, not touristic) knives from various places. 🙂

Comments are closed.