Inside this one room home lived a mother and four children. We all jammed into the small area which contained beds and a fire and a small sitting – living room area. The Pastor had a prayer and a scripture reading. I think he said that it was Psalm 123 – “I lift up my eyes to you, to you who sit enthroned in heaven. 2 As the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a female slave look to the hand of her mistress, so our eyes look to the LORD our God, till he shows us his mercy.” I am not sure if that was the text or not but it would have been appropriate.
The lady of the house gave a testimonial about how God helps her and her children get by every day. The deaconess gave some food and supplies for the home. I offered up a prayer and we left.
When I shut my eyes in the evening I can almost smell the acrid wood fire that was burning in the corner. I can see the little girl in a pink shift that was torn in several places and I can see the gleam of the watery eyes of a little puppy that peered in at us from outside in the bright equatorial sun.
It is a home – not a place where I would choose to live, but it is a home. I hope they are safe and I pray that the home visits continue and that they all keep on “lifting up their eyes to the one enthroned in heaven”.