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It has taken me 5 months to write this. I apologize to J.P., but my hesitation does not come because I was not completely honored or blessed by meeting this wonderful young Godly man, but actually because I was waiting for something from him. I didn’t know what it was until he told me about his trip to the Tellagavaram village. It has come and now it’s time to write. I met J.P. here on ShoutLife. You may know him as J.P. of Beloved’s Ministries. He lives in India. He is Vice-Chairman working closely with his brother in the education and ministry of the orphanage. In the days preparing for my journey to India, he mentioned that he would make every effort to come visit with me. Little did I realize that he would travel 9 grueling hours on a train just to make this happen!!! I will never forget the minute I first saw him, tall, handsome, and dressed so American. Crisply pressed white dress shirt, dress trousers and wing-tip shoes. His eyes dark, warm and friendly. His smile seemed to melt away all the poverty and sadness of his surroundings. His words, soft and humble. “I am J.P.” Bowing down from his 6 foot 2 stature to my 5 foot 2 frame, ever so gently and graciously. After a few minutes of greetings, I found that he was very educated and can speak English fluently. YEAH!! We could talk and talk we did!!! He stayed with Lloyd (my husband) and me on the “Father’s House” campus for the entire 3 days of the crusade. He translated, worked, loved the children and was a tremendous blessing to all of us!! I LOVE HIS HEART AND HIS DRIVE FOR JESUS CHRIST AND HIS LOVE FOR HIS PEOPLE!!! J.P. with “Chitti” – little girl in “Father’s House” orphanage. J.P. translating to “Telagu” during day crusade meetings. This young man could be anything in life that he wanted to be. YET He chooses to be an evangelist for the Lord Jesus Christ. AND It is a very volatile and dangerous area for Christian ministry. “The Spirit of the Lord is upon ME, because HE hath anointed ME to preach the Gospel to the poor; HE hath sent ME to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised,…” Luke 4:18 Please click on the below links and read about J.P.’s latest blog “The Trip” and pray about being a sponsor for him. He has a very easy means for you to give. You may not realize that even $10.00 goes a long way in helping in India. Jesus Hugs, Jazzy Jax

(From: The Velveteen Rabbit by Margery Williams) “What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand." …… ````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` Look at the beautiful 5-year-old girl. Her name is Suseela. This is her 4-year-old little sister, Chitti. Lloyd and I immediately feel in love with these 2 little girls. They would run to your feet, grab your hands and kiss you. They are playful and happy and very content. But, not always so. Approximately a year ago, Pastor Moses at “The Father’s House” received a call from a pastor in the big city of Hyderabad asking if he come and get 2 little girls who were completely alone. Their parents had both died and for a year their only means of survival was by begging on the streets. They were lost in a sea of 12 million people!!! Pastor Moses did get them. Him and his precious wife are now embracing them as their very own. They no longer have to beg for food. I thank the Lord each day for the mission of Pastor Moses and Sister Katta! They are bathed, fed, loved and taught about Jesus every day. This is just one story. Each child has their own heartbreaking tale if loneliness, abandonment that has been replaced by a beautiful melody of love and hope. This photo captures the happy and blessed children of “The Father’s House”. Every morning Lloyd and I were waked to them singing praises to the Lord and every night they rocked us to sleep with there sweet little voices. They truly captured our hearts. ``````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` There is a beauty in the fact that the Lord lets us become real by degrees. He often puts us in relationships that will stretch us and cause us to be more open than we would have liked to be. He throws an extrovert into our introverted world and we become woozy in all the chaos. Yet I am forever grateful I allowed the Lord to stretch me by way of India and these wonderful children!! I found something I had been missing… Me!!! The me that didn’t like to hide, or worry, or fake it!!! The me that loves people with a fresh new perspective!!! Yes! The orphan children at “My Father’s House” took my hand and led my heart to that place I had been missing for a long time. To the exact spot where I had left myself years before. It was really good to find Jackie again. I guess you could say that I look forward to the ever-increasing bald patches in this velveteen coat. It has become beautiful to me. I like having these patches, an

Isaiah 6:8 Also I heard the voice of the Lord, saying, Whom shall I send? And who will go for Us? Then said I, Here am I; send me. I had a plan. I truly know that this plan was His will in my life. Lord, here am I, send me was my prayer. I wanted this experience to play out the way I had imagined. I prayed, I anticipated. But He showed me that the will of God becomes like many waters breaking on the shore and we are on a high balcony that overlooks a vast and invisible ocean. It become completely dark and my eyes could not see, but there was no question in the hearing. I knew these waters. I could hear them. Not a sight, but oh, the sound… the sound washed through me. I knew the waters were right there in front of me, but I could not see what I longed so to see. In my frustrated longing I cried, Lord, I want to see the waters.” He answered my heart, Until you see the waters, let the sound sustain you. Trust in what you cannot see. The crusade was on. The sea of Indian people came. They were hungry for truth. They were hungry for love. They needed hope. During the invitation hundreds of tear soaked faces rushed to me for prayer. Before I knew it, hours had passed. I was exhausted. I was ill. I was burning with a fever. My body ached. The violent cough that came on every third breath was leaving each time with a piece of my voice. But I cried… and I longed… and I hoped. I HAD TRAVELED 9,000 MILES TO SING AND MINISTER TO THESE WONDERFUL, HUMBLE PEOPLE. Let me just tell you. When you submit to God’s will it may not play out with the lofty expectations that you expected, BUT IT WILL BE EXACTLY WHAT GOD’S WANTS FOR YOU!!! I laid on the bed to ill to move around. I could hear in the distance the praises to God sung in the Indian tongue. The words were spilling all over me. I was distraught. Had I came all this way to lie on a sick bed? Then He came. I didn’t know it at the time, but upon hearing of my illness, the multitude of Indian people fell to their knees, lifted their arms up over the place where I lay and wept and cried to the Lord, our God to touch me. My husband said they stayed on their faces for nearly half an hour. During that time, God filled my room. He didn’t touch me physically, but spiritually I was filled and overflowing. What did He say? I WAS SENT TO INDIA TO LOVE THE PEOPLE. IN TURN, GOD WANTED ME TO FEEL THE MAGNITUDE OF THEIR LOVE BACK TO ME. I would have never experienced this love lesson in this capacity if I had not been in this broken and vulnerable state. Thousands were saved and healed in the 3 nights of the crusade. The following days we worshipped together and baptized those that had been changed. IT WAS A LIFE CHANGING EXPERIENCE!!! We must learn to trust in what we cannot see! We hope because our hearts have heard the waters; the sound of promise washing through us and pouring across the eternity written upon our hearts. We hope because our spirits resound with the rhythm of the waves. We long because we have tasted. We yearn because only He can satisfy. We break because His beauty unhinges all that held us together. Because of the breathtaking radiance of Christ we are fully and completely undone; marvelously melted. Lets all continue to move toward the sound. With everything on the inside of us lets shift forward. Lets move in prayer, in reverence, in worship, in silence, in hope, in faith, in deep anticipation. Make a decision to move toward Him in ways that cost us something. We can find the rhythm of the Wave Maker when we sing, we dance, we rejoice, we cry, we kneel, we pray. We lean. AND WE LISTEN.