Monday night I go to a weekly prayer meeting with the other local Brit missionaries. Plus each month we have our national missionary meeting which involves food, gossip, a lot of teasing and yes some prayer too. It is so good to have time to share with others and be able to ask for help and support. I love you guys; friends, family and random strangers who read this and your support means SO MUCH to me but...sometimes it's good to share with people who are here and share my pain and frustrations.
The thing is, yes I'm used to having a NO as a response to my prayers but usually it isn't too bad but here it's different. Last week we prayed for a young man with AIDS. His family had thrown him out and he was ill so the local orphanage was caring for him. We prayed and happily he made a miraculous recovery! But this week he went home, his family refused to care for him and today we found out he's died. 6 months ago we prayed for 2 young girls who'd run away from a charity school my friend runs. They were only about 12 tears old and very vulnerable to abuse. We prayed for their safety but they never turned up.
Each week I pray for these terrible situations; for the sick, abused and lonely. These people desperately need help and it just breaks my heart when there is no happy ever after.
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