I met someone in Nepal. A girl who is about 13 years old. Can I just start by telling you that she is a magnificent daughter of the King? She is.
I first saw her one night of ministry in a village. We were doing a small service in a house, and to be honest, she faded into the background that night. We spent more of our time praying against fear and evil spirits, and for healing than we did doing the service. It was all a big step outside of my normal comfort zone.
That night she was a shy young girl who giggled when you took her picture and was afraid to sing. The next morning when we headed out to meet more villagers and pray for them, she met us on the road. I still don’t know why she chose to start walking with me.
We chatted about odds and ends as we walked, I found out that she attends boarding school and that we had the service the previous night in her house. Her father was the man we prayed against fear for. He is not a believer.
We spent a bit of time speaking with a Hindi family and as the sun rose, getting hotter and hotter, she came to me and sat down, shielding my face with a towel.
She told me about how blessed she is that her father allows her to go to church. Her best friend is also a believer but has been forbidden to go to church, so she can only go to house church and bible studies with friends.
We visited a man to pray for healing from swelling and paralysis and she joined our prayers.
The day continued on and after lunch we all went to a festival down the road. Again she joined us and walked the whole distance with me. She spent the whole time talking to me in great english (she has only been learning for one year). She told me about her father drinking too much and the liver problems he has. She told me how she thinks his drinking is from the stress of his job but he won’t change jobs because he feels it is his duty to provide financially for her and her mother. She told me about being teased for believing and not having many friends because of it. When the crowd from the festival grew large and overwhelming we grabbed hands without thinking about it.
I know I have only given you facts about this girl, but the more I write the more I realize I could never do her justice. I have no way to explain why I feel she is going to become a bold and expressive woman of God. I have no reason to say why I know her confidence will grow exponentially bigger than that of her peers. There is nothing to back up my positivity that the girls who tease her will one day look at her in awe and wish for what she has. I know that one day her fears of singing for people will fade in the joy she receives singing for God. I know that she will be an essential part in leading her father to his Father. I know all of this but I can’t explain how or why. I know all of this simply by looking at her. Her future seeps out of her pores just like the light of God shines from her face.
