My Indian love

Not a whom, but a what. I love Christian Ministries India. Pastor George and his family are such incredible people. When we heard of the terrorist attacks in Mumbai, we were very concerned. Both of the George's daughters are in Mumbai. One is working, and one is in school there. Needless to say; I was so relieved to hear everyone was safe today. As a matter of fact; I cried tears of relief. I'm crying right now. We are forever connected. We are in love. They with us, and us with them. We're family. And I'm not talking family because we are all going to Heaven (although that much is true too) But I'm talking FAMILY. LOVE. FOREVER. How I long to go there and see them and help them. How I long to worship with this amazing couple who have literally put their lives on the line to tell others about Jesus Christ. I miss him. He stayed with us over the Summer, and oh how I cried when it was time for him to go. I miss her and yet we've never met. They will always be a part of me. Of whom I love. Of what I love. My dear sweet George family,
One day I will come stay in your city. I will work side by side with you. I will toil. I will labor. I will pray. I will worship and dance. For being with you makes me courageous. It makes me much more outspoken than I could ever be on my own. You give me strength. Just as some may pull me down; you lift me up. I love you all. God has joined us and the distance is of no concern. You are my family. And I long to see you soon. Until then, please know I think of you often. All my love,
Melissa