|Hmong woman overseeing the relocation|
As the sun went down about thirty of us piled into a tiny, room-sized house and had a time of worship with the believers in the village. It was the most beautiful interaction. As our praises went up in all different languages, I felt so content and thankful to the Lord. We sang in seven languages all together, and I look back on it and think that is how heaven will be. From every nation and tongue, believers will gather and praise the Lord forever.
|Our home for the night|