My first impression was that her house was much warmer than it appeared from the outside and I was thankful.
My second thought was to debate whether it was the wood burning stove that warmed the tiny 12 by 12 foot room that she called her home or if it was an overflow of her heart.
Standing about has high as my shoulder, Eva, proudly showed us her passport: 1935, next month she will be 77 years old.
We came to pray for her but she would have none of it. Powerfully she prayed with us holding no part of her praise back.
During our visit to her "willage" she actually had the boldness to tell, with no inhibition, Pastor Zsombor how to pray in the Gypsy language. She may be small in stature and seasoned in years but this women has presence.
Her demeanor first made me adore her but that grew into a certain respect. She is doing what I can only hope to do. She is living life well, full and finishing her race at a sprint.
Who knows how long the village has to soak up this woman's obvious passion for the Lord; I hope they do not ignore her or shut her away lonely in her little home. Rather I hope they engage her, hug her, love her and hear her. She has so much say and I would venture to guess is well worth listening to…Isaiah 55:10-12.
