There’s a boy at Asha. We’ll call him Sanji. When we arrived at the home he was quiet and withdrawn. He had only been there a few months. He cried often, didn’t respond to questions, and spent much of his time alone, staring off into space. He got picked on by the other boys a lot too. After weeks and weeks of different Aunties spending time alone with Sanji, holding him, telling him we loved him, wiping his tears away and praying for him, something happened. It was settle at first.
The thing about Sanji’s story from these past two months is, it’s also my story. Over the past two months, the head knowledge that I am loved by the most high God has finally transferred to my heart. My confidence in Him and my trust in Him has grown. I know here His voice. Anytime I am being attacked with the lies of Satan, I stop and ask God to fill my mind with truth. And he does every time.
I love India. And I love all the people we have met here. It has been such a blessed season of life. But I am so excited for what is ahead. Because I have seen my God work. And He has told me He has great things ahead. For me, for the boys, for India. And I really do trust my God.