I wish I had taken a photo of her. Her straight brown hair streamed down to the middle of her back, and her big brown eyes smiled as I talked with her. Her skin was the color of carmels. As a seven-year-old, her black velvet and red taffeta dress and shiny dress shoes seemed perfectly suited for "Sunday-go-to-meeting" clothes.
I wish I had recorded her when she spoke. Her eyes lit up when she talked to me, especially when she said, "I'm going to be a missionary when I grow up. I'm going to tell Muslims about Jesus. " You would have seen the intensity of her desire to serve her Lord and heard her compassion for those who do not know the joys of having Jesus as their Savior.
She knows all the missionaries in their church by name and where they serve. She prays for them. She prays for us. When we go back to her church, I look forward to seeing how she has matured in the Lord and what God is teaching her to prepare her for her future.
I'm encouraged by children like her who love us and pray for us. It is the joy of my heart to hear someone say, "We pray for you every day."
I wish I had recorded her when she spoke. Her eyes lit up when she talked to me, especially when she said, "I'm going to be a missionary when I grow up. I'm going to tell Muslims about Jesus. " You would have seen the intensity of her desire to serve her Lord and heard her compassion for those who do not know the joys of having Jesus as their Savior.
She knows all the missionaries in their church by name and where they serve. She prays for them. She prays for us. When we go back to her church, I look forward to seeing how she has matured in the Lord and what God is teaching her to prepare her for her future.
I'm encouraged by children like her who love us and pray for us. It is the joy of my heart to hear someone say, "We pray for you every day."
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