Last week Thursday our host tasked us with making bracelets.
As our squad swarmed the bowls of colored beads, I felt drawn to the color turquoise.
I picked out all the turquoise beads I could find and created a bracelet alternating between the turquoise and black beads.
Little did I know the significance of the color I had chosen.
As my group of four ventured out down a dusty road to find children to give these bracelets to, we stopped to talk with a different team.
After a brief conversation, two young girls poked their heads out of some curtains on the side of a building serving as a ‘wall’ and window.
They motioned for us us to come into their home.
Our group of four took off our shoes and piled into a small room, and sat on their bed.
On the floor, two girls, aged sixteen and eighteen, worked pressing turquoise stones into ring frames.
The same shade of turquoise as my bracelet.
The sixteen year old girl carried a conversation with us in her limited English.
She told us that she loves Jesus.
Sometimes she goes to church, and wants to know more, but her family is Hindu.
As I handed her my bracelet, I told her that Jesus wants to know her more, too.
That he wants her to share Him with others.
I told her that she can make a difference.
I shared with her the story of the twelve year old girl in my blog Sometimes You Don’t See the Fruit of Your Work.
After praying over her and her family, we left with a turquoise ring.
It is my bold prayer that this girl and others like her will be able to shake their familial ties to Hinduism and pursue Jesus wholeheartedly. And, that they in turn would inspire others to do the same.
Many here are open to the Gospel, yet feel confined to family tradition.
But our God is bigger than that.
