My friend is serving... somewhere in the vast country of India. She deals with the extreme heat and humidity... power cuts and open sewers... exhaustion and discouragement thinking of the coming holidays so far from family.
And then a child, a precious little girl, enters her life. And once again my friend is able to push on through the hardships, being washed with the joy of seeing a life transformed.
This child had lost her right arm... the loss of a right hand placing her lower than the lowest untouchable... and erasing any hope of future marriage. She and her mother were in such poverty, they picked peanuts daily to buy food. The child never in her life owned a pair of shoes... or a toy of any kind. She had no concept of sleeping in a bed.
Then hope entered her life, as a servant of God reached out to her with Christ's arms of love. She was placed in a good English speaking school, and, though never having studied English before, only two months later, reads the Bible with my friend. She has lovely school clothes and shoes. She feels she has a great life ahead. Her mother and this child are thanking Jesus, Whom they know sent help.
"For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, saith the LORD, thoughts of peace, and not of evil, to give you an expected end." ~ Jeremiah 29:11