I was reminded by those who cared about me that it was ok to take time to grieve, and to let that sadness out. I was reminded that the Lord knew my pain, and far from ignoring it, He was mourning with me and was waiting to shoulder my burden if I could humble myself to release it to Him. He reminded me of something we were told early on after arriving here: after all He had done to bring us here, He had not changed His mind just because I was going through a rough time. He was there when we were working so hard to get here, He is here with us now, and He will be here the next time heartache strikes us where we’re vulnerable. We never have to be alone in our sorrow.
Sansuwà (a.k.a. Chris since that is easier for you to pronounce) was a son of the witch doctor. He had joined the rebel movement as a young man and was living with his wife near her parents and under the influence of the rebels. In late 1983 he moved back to his home village and […]
Can you imagine what heaven will be like? But another question is, "Can you imagine NOT having God's word in your language?"