This morning, we had a call to go to the half-way house as one of our women had learned that her mother had died suddenly. 5 of us walked over, and sat on the floor with her while she grieved. All the other women sat with us also. We prayed for her and found out a little about her situation. The young woman had come to know The Lord when she came to the half- way house a few months ago. She had shared the gospel with her parents, who also believed so she has the knowledge that her mum has gone to be with The Lord. She has to face that gruelling bus trip of 19 or 20 hours to bury her mother and trek back again. She gets motion sickness also. Life is pretty tough here. Then this afternoon, we heard of one of the church leaders, about four and a half hours away, died from a brain tumor, only about 25. Raju had to go out there to perform the funeral.
On the brighter side, we went to more hostels to photograph our girls, and Josh and Aaron came
to sing to the girls. They really loved it. I think they thought they had Justin Beber (don't know how to spell it. Not a fan) in their midst.
Our front yard.
Our lovely caretakers, soon to be 3.