|Two boys hanging out in the market playing video games, while mom sells trinkets to tourists.|
Most of these women are native to the area they are ministering in. Several of them are pastor's wives. I got to watch them explore a new culture, ride a Ferris wheel for the first time and try new foods. Above all, I got to see them rest. These women are the warriors out there who are fighting for the women of their cities. They sacrifice everything they have to offer life through God to the broken soles. They came to tell us their stories and to observe other safe houses and product projects to help them in their own.
My favorite memory was when we were driving in the van to our outreach project. One of the women from India was in our group. Our van made a wrong turn while following another van. Our group leader was yelling at the driver "turn left, turn left!" Suddenly the Indian partner, with her heavy accent, belted out "Left, left, you must turn left!" We all looked at her in surprise. She simply responded "You all are speaking American to him. He cannot understand you." She was right. Whether it was her volume or her accent, the driver followed her instructions and got us promptly to our destination.