Leaving Russia "One thing have I asked of the LORD, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD…." Psalm 27:4
Have you ever watched rain as it falls from the sky? Rain was something I never expected to see in Russia in December.
Russia is a country that is overflowing with the weight of oppression and loneliness, filth and hopelessness. But I have seen beauty everywhere. Beauty in wrinkled faces. Beauty in trash covered streets. Beauty in the trot of school children. Beauty in the rain that spills like our laughter onto the cold streets.
As strong as the pulse of thunder, I felt the power of foreign voices singing praises to the Lord, and the earth as it trembled under the weight of the Metro cars.
As quickly as lightning flashes, on trains, in schools, at banquets and in stores we have had but a moment to greet the eyes of many nameless faces and pray that love would reach their hearts. God’s love which makes the heavens ring.
This December I have been in awe at the beauty the Lord brings to everything He touches—because He is beautiful. And how He uses the terrible things of the world for good—because He is good.
Throughout
all the earth the whispers of prayers can be heard. Prayers more
powerful than the forces of a wind we also cannot see. Faith that can
make the heavens move.
Only Eternity will tell of all that has gone on this season in Russia. And so, we leave this country in bigger hands than our own. For Love has come, carried across the distance of time. The love God has for His world remaining now the same as it was written in John 3:16. There is no language where that love cannot be heard.
As the Russian phrase goes: “Do you know the sunshine? That is the sun.” This year’s love is brighter than sunshine.
My unsuspecting heart has become attached to this country. As the weather turns colder here the rain is turning to snow, collecting on anything that will hold it. Even still, Russia does not look like the Russia I expected to see. It is far more beautiful.
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Merry Christmas Laura dear!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!