I see you

Did you know that there are some women who feel invisible? They keep their head low, because to speak out or assert their voice is dangerous.

Did you know that 160 million Indian women are called untouchable, believing they are less than human?

Did you know that some of our sisters are forced to sell their body?

Did you know that some of our sisters are beaten because they love Jesus?

Did you know that many girl children never make it past birth?

Some of you might think that this is a downer, talking about such hard realities. I understand where you are coming from, and that would be true if it caused us to sit around and wring our hands in worry.

But seriously, we are strong enough to hear the numbers. We are strong enough to read the facts. We are strong enough to make a difference.

We are strong enough to get on our knees and pray.

We are strong enough to give out of our plenty — but, also to give when we don’t have plenty.

We are strong enough to look her in the eye and tell her that she’s beautiful, not just on the outside, but through and through.

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We are strong enough to notice that she’s working 16 hours a day for the equivalence of two dollars a day.

Not too long ago I was interviewed on a radio program. He asked about this subject. “It’s just all so overwhelming,” he said. “Does it make you want to just throw your hands up in the air and walk away?”


Because if we see one person at a time, then we’ve made a difference.

That’s all it takes.


I celebrated my birthday on September 1st. When Richard asked what I wanted for my birthday, I knew.

I wanted a woman to be able to read for the first time, and for her to learn about Christ in the process.

One woman.

You see, one woman equals one family, which equals another generation, which means that one woman reached might eventually be a community when it’s all said and done.


Eventually eight women were sponsored by family and friends on that special day. My grown kids jumped in. My friends. On my actual birthday, some of my grand babies came to say happy birthday.

Where’s the balloons, Gaga?

Where’s the party bags?

Where’s your presents?

The oldest is just turned six. The youngest that day was two. They didn’t understand, even though Gaga tried to explain it.

It was the best birthday gift EVER.

When you compare eight to hundreds of thousands that still can’t read and millions that don’t know Christ, it might not seem like much. Yet, when I consider that even one might turn around and touch another life it makes me want to weep with joy.

I’m sharing a video with you today from our trip. In it, you get a glimpse of some of our sisters. Look at the beautiful faces. See the hope. You’ll also see a sweaty Suzie in this video (it was 111 to 118 degrees), but I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.




Seeing your sister might not take you to India. It might take you next door. It might take you to your knees. Let the Lord lead you where he wants you to go.

What is one way you feel led to “see your sister?”

Do we ever let the fact that the need is big keep us away?


Are you interested in learning more about Mission India? It takes only $30 for one woman to receive a year of literacy classes.

Lysa TerKeurst’s book, Uninvited, is impacting this beautiful ministry and others.


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