Five Years Later...

I'm thinking about and praying for the people of this remote tribe in Papua New Guinea...

The ones who left an indelible mark on my heart.

Five years ago, right after our visit, they received the very first New Testament in their own language.

And they rejoiced. Oh, how they rejoiced.
It convicted me to realize that I so often take my multiple copies of God's Word for granted.

Today I'm wondering about them. And praying for them.

"And so, from the day we heard, we have not ceased to pray for you, asking that you may be filled with the knowledge of His will in all spiritual wisdom and understanding, so as to walk in a manner worthy of the Lord, fully pleasing to Him, bearing fruit in every good work and increasing in the knowledge of God. May you be strengthened with all power, according to His glorious might, for all endurance and patience with joy, giving thanks to the Father, who has qualified you to share in the inheritance of the saints in light. He has delivered us from the domain of darkness and transferred us to the kingdom of his beloved Son, in whom we have redemption, the forgiveness of sins." Colossians 1:9-14

For more on our trip, see my original post.