Ashray ran his hand through his dusty gray hair, uncertain of what to do next. His wife lay swathed in bandages, whimpering in the corner of the plastic and mud shed they called home, while their two youngest children nervously tried to avoid her.
If I stay here, Ashray thought, at least I can take care of my family today. But if I go, maybe I can find work . . . He sighed; his shoulders slumped.
A quick glance at their meagre food supply made up his mind for him: There wasn’t enough to last through the night. With a heavy heart, Ashray turned to leave his wife, Lajita. He wondered if things would ever change as he set out in search of some free food, a few rupees from a stranger or perhaps a job for the day.
A few days later, Lajita bent over a small dung-fire stove in the main room of her new home, cooking a meal for her family. She could hear her two youngest children laughing through the wall as they took a break from their schoolwork.
She heard a shuffling noise and looked up to see her husband silhouetted in the doorway. Beside him was the figure of a young woman—their eldest daughter. After all these years, they could finally welcome her home.
Through the love of a pastor and the ministry of His people, God provided a way to bring this family back together.
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