Precious

We took a trip to Delhi yesterday to buy Christmas gifts for our neighbors and friends!  And of course, we just had to go to our favorite store in all of India!  I have known Uncle Ji for 7 years.  I first met him as a single lady on culture exchange in India.   And even after I left, he still inquired about me to another friend when she came to visit.  There is such joy to go in and visit him now, 7 years later, with my husband, son, and second son on the way!

I ask that you pray for him.  He fell 2 weeks ago and broke his shoulder.  Pray he recovers quickly.  I have shared in small ways over the years with him, but it's comes with great difficult barriers: age, gender, culture, and the thief-always snatching what seed is dropped.  This family is precious to me, but then no where near as precious as they are to our Lord Jesus.  I find myself aching to say more, do more, pray more!  I want to reach the strong man who use to stand behind the counter, but who now sits weakly in a chair unable to stand as the years continue to pass by.  Pray for him.  Pray for me.  I yearn to see him know and understand that "he is precious in His sight!"