2/6/14

When

The sun is setting over the mountains.

It's been a long day of travel. 

Our team has stopped at village after village, 
confirming information about who lives where and what they believe. 

The vast majority have never heard of Jesus.

I'm exhausted, but not only because of the travel. 
Each village we leave, I ask myself :

"When is the next time that a believer will be in this village?"

"When will they get to hear?" 

There is practically no chance I will ever step foot in these villages again. 

Is there anything I can do?  Is there anything I can say?

We pack up from our last village as the light is starting to fade. 

I immediately start praying for them. Praying against all that I feel is unfair. 

I've never known that it can be such a sad thing to love someone. 

But I loved those people. 

God loves those people. 

God loves everyone in your life too. 

Pray for them.

Thank you for reading.