This past July, we did not travel to the highlands or cross remote villages, yet the Lord gave us the opportunity to meet Ms. N — a woman deeply wounded in her soul, right here in the city.

She once had a home and a family, but everything slowly fell apart when her husband became heavily addicted to alcohol, refused to work, and left all burdens on her shoulders. In the end, in utter exhaustion, she chose divorce — a decision far from easy. Left with two small children, she quietly carried the weight of life, with dark circles under her eyes, calloused hands, and a weary spirit. 

After her broken marriage, she moved towns and rented a home from a believer in our church. Then God gave us the chance — not through a big program, nor a distant mission trip — but simply by sitting down, listening, and telling her about the love of God. At first, she was reserved, perhaps because she had grown too accustomed to being abandoned, judged, and criticized. 

She cried — not loudly, but with deep sobs — as I shared God’s Word with her. I could feel the Lord working in that moment. She opened up about the pain in her life and asked the church to pray for her. It was the gentleness of God’s Word, together with the sincerity of prayer, that slowly opened her heart. 

Her story reminds us that evangelism is not only about climbing mountains and crossing forests, but also about noticing the wounded in the middle of the city — places that seem noisy but are actually lonely, places that seem modern yet hide torn souls waiting to be touched. 

Please continue to pray for Ms. N and her two children — that their faith will grow stronger. Pray also for us, that every meeting, every word shared, every drop of water in the desert will be a seed of faith planted in people’s hearts — whether in faraway villages or right in the heart of our city. Amen.