I opened my eyes, and in the corner one of my friends had her hand on
the head of a little girl. She was probably 4 or 5 years old. As my friend
prayed for her, the little girl’s head was bowed and hand stretched out. It was
a beautiful picture of Jesus encountering the little ones in His presence.
Encountering a little girl who is full of joy and life and who loves to
shout to her friends from the balcony of the prayer room. And yet the prayer
room means more to her than simply hanging out with people who treat her well. The
prayer room also represents a place where people love God as they love her.
It’s the perfect place for a prayer house to be located; in the midst of
a community where children are so in need of love and encouragement. And what
better place to teach them the way they should go.
As we were leaving the prayer house, having asked for God’s presence to
bring transformation to a community full of violence, we greeted several ones
that we passed along the way. It’s funny how a heart connected to God’s heart causes
you to see with His eyes.
He loves each one of those we passed by.
And my heart connected with His heart is filled with love for them too.