Asia, our sweet girl in Tanzania, will graduate from her Compassion program this year and I will miss her gentle letters, hand drawn pictures of flowers and houses, and maybe most of all, her Psalms that close every letter she writes. Yesterdays Psalm was this:
Pslam 50:1-2
The Mighty One, God, the LORD,
speaks and summons the earth
from the rising of the sun to the place where it sets.
From Zion, perfect in beauty,
God shines forth.
Sandwhiched before the Psalm, and after words about her recent examinations and a comment about the rain, was this:
“I promise to pray for you, may God protect you. And I am also praying for James, may God fight for him...”
Yes. May God fight for him.
And I cried. standing there, over a pile of bills and junk mail.
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1 comment:
Its so bittersweet isn't it, time for her to graduate from Compassion, thanks to your support over the years, but sad to to see it end too. What a blessing these Compassion kids are in our lives.
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