Dying in love. On one of the last days of the trip Janepher took me to pay the man who supplied the cow for the feast. She had something else on her mind though and asked me to get out of the vehicle and come and see. As I wandered behind a house to some small, windowless rooms I met the small, blistered body of Stella who was allegedly 11 years old. This listless girl was left all day alone by a step-mother who had no love in her heart for this girl who did not belong to her. No-one knew what was wrong, perhaps she was HIV+ but they said that she had been tested (we don't know if that was true). My heart broke for this little scrap who Jesus loved and I asked to pray for her. Stella could not move and so I picked her up and held her close, whispering in her own language how much Jesus loved her. I then prayed for healing and relief for her body and we left. Stella remained on my heart over the week-end as I wrestled with the thought of the neglect that she was having to endure. I did not know what to do but asked God to have His tender way, even if it meant she went home to be with Him. A few days later she did just that and now lives whole and happy in God's amazing love.
