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Welcome to a collection of stories of our walk of faith in India. |
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![]() They practically tore my clothes off my body. I began to fear. I cried out to God aloud for Him to intervene. Then I began to sob. I could not stop crying. The bus driver urged me into the bus. The porters followed yelling. As I cried, some men in the bus pushed out the porters and closed the door and we were off to the other airport. I cried all the way. I was terrified for I wondered where they were taking me. They spoke in an accent of English that I could not understand. They laughed at my English. It was midnight and we were deposited at the other port to wait till 4AM departure to Hyderabad. After I recovered and fed the children, I began to pray for help to get the luggage checked onto the next plane. |
![]() Again God worked on the behalf of HIS LUGGAGE. There is nothing impossible with God. It was all checked on through free with a twinkle in the eye of the official. He did not want any gratitude or recognition, just walked away and disappeared into the back room. I began to wonder if he was an angel. Someday I will know. |