Her Story, His Story
Have you heard the expression “Boots on the Ground?” Well our Live Dead Missionaries are the boots on the Silk Road. Here we’d like to take a moment and allow one of them to share part of their life with you. Some names and details have been changed, but this is a true story from this colorful, vibrant, and sometimes surprising region and those who God has called to work here.
I met a young woman. Her heart was incredibly open to a friendship with me. She had been in my home before. We made plans that she would come to my house to help me bake. I asked the Lord what He wanted for my friend, what I needed to say or do. I heard over and over in my head, in my second language, a phrase that means “tell me your story.” I didn’t know what would come of it, but I knew I wanted to obey. She came the next day, sat at my table and the first thing I asked her to do was to tell me her story.
She told me her story for four hours. The time her father left when she was young. The brothel that her mother managed out of their home. The way that she was verbally and physically abused as a young girl. How she, as a child, delivered a stillborn baby out of her mother’s womb. The way that she became pregnant before she was even married. And how she was swiftly married off to the father of the baby, then used as a slave by her new in-laws. How she gave birth to a baby who didn’t breathe for the first moments, and then watched as all who gathered beat the child till it squealed. To the present time, when she decided that prostitution for money is better than no money at all.
A woman who knows no worth.
We wept together as she recalled each tragedy stamped all over her life. She ended her story by telling me that there had never been blessing on her life. I sat there during those four hours thanking the Lord over and over for His clear word to me. For His guidance and His direction and the way that He spoke to me so clearly. Her story was an open book to me.
I want to listen better and obey always.
The next day when my friend came over after she had told me her story, it was my turn to tell her His story. That day as we read and spoke about Jesus there was great joy and laughter. She believes His story. Her heart is open and she is beginning to walk with Jesus.
