Walking in the village that day we had no idea the story we’d have to tell for a lifetime.
It was a one street village with dilapidated houses. Babushkas sat on a bench facing their homes. Smiles brightened their faces during our interaction with them. Jesse taking pictures of children, the older women dressed in long skirts unmatched sweaters and head scarves were proud to point out which grandchild was theirs.
Emily sat on the stairs of an open home, children crowded around her. She sang songs and did motions hoping they’d join her but they never did. We just had a good laugh while Emmy loved them through music.
We were there for at least an hour while Abbe looked for a home willing to house a church. It was nearing time to leave and Emmy noticed a man sitting down in the house. She felt the urge to walk in and introduce herself.
Eight years ago his daughter received a Bible for a graduation gift. Since then he kept the Bible for himself, intrigued. He didn’t know if the stories were real but He knew it felt right. He just kept reading. Then Emmy, Jesse and Abbe walked in his house. He’d never before met a Christian and now they were in front of his eyes loving the children in his village. This was the love he read about for so many years.
Before leaving they prayed for this man, hoping one day soon he’d choose to receive God’s love and become a follower of Him.
There are many times we are unsure why God has us where He does. We never know who is watching us and why. But when we feel an urge from God, we must move. We never know if we are someone’s answered prayer.
