When I first heard the words cabin restaurant I pictured a rustic establishment with simple food and atmosphere. I was wrong, so wrong.
In Nepal a cabin restaurant is a restaurant of sorts where each table is in its own cabin. The customers aren’t there for the food but the waitresses.
My team spent an afternoon in a cabin restaurant a few weeks ago. We bought drinks for two of the women so that they could sit with us and talk.
There names are below.
Memories and Imagination. Such beautiful names for such broken, beautiful, lost, searching souls.
We sat with the women and spoke about general things for a few minutes. Then Kayla asked what was fun to do around the city. Imagination simply said that life wasn’t worth living so she never had fun.
I immediately felt God prompt me. I didn’t know what was coming but I knew it would be hard and possibly life-changing.
The conversation went on for a few minutes. As a lull came our translator asked if any of us had a story to speak to Imagination’s earlier comment.
I didn’t want to say yes. This wasn’t going to be an easy story to tell.
No one else jumped in so I took the plunge.
I started telling the story of the day I decided nothing was worth it, the day I attempted suicide.
It was hard at first. Then I prayed. I asked God to give me His eyes for these women. I asked Him to give me words that would spark hope in them.
I wouldn’t say it was easy after I prayed but my perspective was different. I was able to speak about the Peace that passes all understanding. I was able to speak about a fragile hope for something better. I was able to share the amazing strength of Jesus through one of my weakest moments.
Then my translator looked at me and said, “Freely you have received, freely give.”
I was so confused. What did she want me to do?
She must have read this all over my face. She said, “You have peace. Give it away.”
So I awkwardly reached over and took Imagination’s hand and prayed peace over her. Then I did the same for Memories.
The conversation continued and some of my teammates were able to share some of their heart with the women.
The time was soon over and we left the restaurant. As we waved and walked away I saw something in both women. I saw a yearning for hope, peace, and love. I saw an open door for the Spirit to move in. I saw a great opportunity for the kingdom to come.
I don’t know anything beyond what happened that day. I will probably not know what happens with these women until heaven. I am content with that because I know the Spirit was present and at work that day.
I still have work to do. I will continue to pray for these two women and all the others like them who are searching for hope, peace, and love. Will you join me?
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Will you also join me in prayer for my squad mates who are still raising funds?
Ryan — $1,675 — http://ryanstephens.theworldrace.org/
Sean — $1,670 — http://seanfalconer.theworldrace.org/
Alexis — $988 — http://alexisleon.theworldrace.org/
Pamela — $786 — http://pamelachristian.theworldrace.org/
John — $760 — http://johnharbold.theworldrace.org/
Talia — $675 — http://talialinde.theworldrace.org/
Alex — $482 — http://alexkeeley.theworldrace.org/
Mike — $260 — http://mikeward.theworldrace.org/
