I still remember the day that Lindsay left for India.  She was all nerves and excitement and living her dream and leaving her love behind- even if she didn’t know he was her love just yet.

She’s all fierce and gentle like that and I prayed for her heart while she was gone and for the heart of every precious child of The Father she’d meet there.

And when she came back, she was different.  Everything about her was different.

The truth is, I’m not sure what happened to her while she was there, but I think she realized three things in those days while she was away.  She realized that Jesus takes the very best care of her heart and that He must have meant for her to share it.

So, that’s what she did.

She gave the part of her heart that she didn’t leave in India to Ben and she loves him fiercely with it.  And she loves the two little boys that they have together with a fury that only a mother can possess.  And in the quiet moments and in the chaos I know full well that India still speaks to her and she loves that land and the children in it, too.

And she’ll go back someday and I’d bet my life on the fact that she’ll bring a little girl home from there.

But for now, my sweet Lindsay and her three men are in Georgia and the Compassion crowd is in India.  These incredible bloggers are giving up ten days of their lives to spread the word about Compassion, to see the impact that it has on the world, and to give a first hand account of how incredible it truly is to release a child from poverty in Jesus’ name.

So, while they’re there read their stories, leave them comments, encourage them.  Pray for them.  Pray for their peace and for their words and most of all, pray for the children of India and the hope that they have in Jesus.  The hope we all have in Jesus.