For a couple days a friend and I went into the mountains. Misty mountains. Where there was a town and villages smattered over the hillsides and in the valley. We went there to document as much as we could about the lives, the heart and souls of the Yi Minority, a people group living in several provinces within southwest China. Our purpose was journalistic, with the ultimate aim of being able to equip others to pray for these people. It's a project we are just skimming the edges of, coming alongside those who work much more closely with the Yi.
We stayed with a local Yi woman, who with her Master's degree and opportunities could easily have left this area to pursue bigger dreams, but instead has chosen to stay and open a tiny, upstart kindergarten with the hope of building it into an excellent school for the kids she has such a heart to reach. Her words, her story, her pursuit and the peace and contentment she feels that are surprising even to her, her burdens and requests... these could not but leave a mark.
"How beautiful are the feet of those that bring good news..."
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