<p><em><span style=”color: #a040ff;”>It is amazing to me as I watch the worship that takes place in the local churches here. By the world's standards the people we walk alongside in Pucallpa have nothing much. Not materially. Yet they do have treasures. Amazing treasures. They have hope in the Lord. Their hearts are wide open praising and worshipping with all they have. Nothing is held back and it is a beautiful event to behold.  </span></em></p>
<p><em><span style=”color: #a040ff;”>A little over a week ago walking to church in the tail end of rain showers,  I anticipated putting my spanish to the test once again listening to the sermon, hoping to understand the entire meaning or at least what God had for me to hear.  Access to the church is via a dirt road and with the rains it had turned into a sticky red muddy mess. My sandals were immersed in the mud and I was concerned about how to clean them off before I entered the church doors. And that is when I heard it - the sweet voices lifted high and heavenward.  My ears strained to understand the words they were singing – the familiar song that I had sung so may times before. And then it came to me – Open the Eyes of My Heart Lord.</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style=”color: #a040ff;”>As I entered the sanctuary, I stood in the back a little overwhelmed and yes there were some tears that came forth.  I watched the people with arms reaching out, lifted high worshipping their hearts out – rejoicing. I joined in with them (singing mostly in English!), clapping my hands and rocking to the rhythm. For the first time I feel as though the words took on a different and deeper meaning. Not just opening my physical eyes, which is where my head always seemed to go, but opening up my heart to &quot;see/feel&quot; what is happening all around me. Taking it all in, embracing each moment and person that the Lord blesses us with and really &quot;seeing&quot; THEIR hearts; feeling their pain, hope, hurts and joy.</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style=”color: #a040ff;”>I kept thinking how incredibly awesome it was to be standing there singing the same song with them, just in a different language. It is what bound us together in that moment. I know it is a simple thought really. People in different places, standing side by side singing the same worship song, in different languages.  And it happens all over the world, many times over. We can think about it, visualize it, understand the concept, and yet being the midst of it, actually living it out, physically experiencing it - the power and reality just hit home.</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style=”color: #a040ff;”>Learning to &quot;Open the Eyes of our Hearts&quot; within in His Mighty Grip,</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style=”color: #a040ff;”>Stephanie and Cindy</span></em></p>
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