A beautiful family lives 2 doors down. They moved here from India 3 years ago. They have 2 great kids who I have come to love. The mother knows very little English but if we take our time we can communicate a little. I picture myself living in India with my three children. I can only imagine what she has gone through. I'm sure she left her family behind in India to give her children the gift of living in America. She is beautiful and kind and I can only guess lonely. I invite her to come inside though she never stays longs. I want to learn more about her culture and share mine.
But more than anything I want her family to love Jesus the way I do. I prayed about it while jogging and my answer came through a song. The answer was to simply love them and put on my brave pants and ask if I could take their daughter to Awana. I am overjoyed that they agreed. God is good! Tonight is our first night for Awanas and I pray that God's word be hidden in her heart.
