Bangladesh 5/19/2010
Today I went with the Class 9 girls to a prayer meeting at a woman’s house in the village. Going into the village is one of my favorite parts of this trip. I love going out & meeting new people I never knew existed before that moment. When someone says, “We’re going to ‘so & so’s’ house for prayer”, what they really mean is ‘so & so’s’ house is our main destination, but we’re going to stop at everyone else’s house we know along the way. There is no point in eating lunch on those days because every house you stop at will feed you more than you possibly need, even though that means they will probably do without. Their hospitality is unmatched…We have so much to learn from them.
I know I’m not supposed to have favorites, but some of my favorite girls are in Class 9 & 10, so it was exciting to go to prayer with them today. I always seem to connect better with the older girls. I love hearing their hearts & believing in their dreams. If that’s all my life ever consists of, I will be more than content. Their potential astounds me. These girls will be women who change the world. And I can’t think of a greater honor & privilege than to walk alongside them as they discover God & who they are in Him.
As I sat on the dusty floor of a woman’s bedroom that I had just met, I looked around at the girls I was surrounded by & couldn’t help but let out a few tears. Tears of thanksgiving. The Lord is just so good. All over the world. And it is such a blessing to see how He is moving, even in a small village on the outskirts of Dhaka. God is not bound to America, or to what we consider normal. He is not bound to certain cultures. He is everywhere. And though that is a fact we may all know, there’s just something powerful & beautiful about experiencing it firsthand.
Hearing those girls pray & sing to God in their sweet, high-pitched voices does something to me. It strikes some inner-chord….It’s like I’m seeing the world as it was meant to be. Seeing it as it one day WILL be as every tribe, nation & tongue sits at the feet of Jesus & sings to Him, “Holy, Holy, Holy”. And as I sat there & watched the girls worship, there was a moment when the scene didn’t seem as though it were happening now, but as if it were taking place in the future. Just another little gathering with girls in a long procession of gatherings in a tiny room in the middle of nowhere. And God was there with us…
