She came back

The afternoon had come. I was tired. My Hindi had been lacking all morning. I was hot. I was ready to call it a day. But we were again invited in.


As I stooped my head and stepped through the doorway, I was greeted by the smell of gasoline. I'm not sure where we were. Was this a home; was it a shop? Was it maybe both? The man inside grabbed a broom to sweep over the dirt floor. He quickly placed an old curtain on the floor upon which we were to sit.


As we spoke with the man, I asked if he was a believer. He assured me that he was. I encouraged him to seek to be used by the Father to reach others. Again, he assured me that he did. As we continued to dialogue, the crowd of onlookers continued to grow.

Amongst the crowd, two non-believing women were found, each seated on opposite sides of the room in make-shift chairs. A friend who had come in with me began to share the story of truth. One of the women listened intently, the other continually looked around the room. As my friend approached the climax of the story, the second woman excused herself to escort her young son to school.

Just as the story concluded, the woman who had departed earlier quietly slipped back into the room. Following a moment of quiet, my friend decided to repeat the story, beginning at the point at which the lady had departed.

As story was completed for the second time and the women were asked to respond. I assumed that they had only listened out of courtesy, and that the comings and goings from the room had only aided in providing additional distraction.

To my utter amazement, each of the two women proclaimed that they believed the story to be true and wanted to ask the Father to give them salvation.

I'm ashamed of myself. Who am I to assume that He isn't at work? He continues to prove to me that He is faithful and that He will use our most feeble attempts of serving Him to do really amazing things.

I was tired, but I went in, sat down, and struggled through communicating the Father's love to people who are not so different from me. And because so, there were angels singing as the Father's family increased by two more.

Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord unto me.

~Heather