Tonight on my way home from church, I sat down on the mashrutka waiting to leave the Metro station and heard someone outside saying, "Amy, Amy, Amy". I looked out to see two of my former missions students waving at me. In true American fashion, I jumped up and stuck my head out the door and invited them to ride home with me. We sat and talked all the way back to the University. In my broken Russian and in their broken English we managed to learn about each other's break. Please pray with me for their parents, Victor and Vera who are not beleivers. The girls want them to understand their love for God and this is very difficult for them. We ended our journey with the walk from the bus stop with one of them on each side of me arm in arm. They told me they miss me already and how much they love me! How can you not love to hear this spoken with so much innocence and sincerity? What a nice surprise for my ride home tonight!
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