Her weathered hands tell a story. The folds and wrinkles show several decades of labor. There is strength and determiniation in their grip despite earthly age.
They are hands that have folded in prayer countless times over many years. Hands that have lifted many burdens to the Lord. Hands that have labored and toiled to till a hard, dry ground, physically and spiritually.
They are Talgo`s hands. A precious elderly woman in Los Frios. She was one of the first Christians there and helped found the church.
We had the privilege of meeting Talgo and praying with her. During our team prayer earlier that morning she was on my heart, though I did not know her name. God had given me a couple of passages in Isaiah as promises for Talgo, for Los Frios.
It is humbling to come before someone as rooted and grounded in the Lord to give a word to, but she received it almost tearfully as I encouraged her that her prayers had been heard, she does not labor in vain, there will be fruit born in Los Frios.
It was a short meeting, maybe ten minutes. But is it ten minutes I will not soon forget. She kissed my cheek several times as she hugged me bye and I knew she had been encouraged, as were we.}
“My eyes shell be on the faithful of the land, that they may dwell with me” Ps 101 : 6a
