The morning we left Izena, another grandma--in her 80's--came to Rumiko's yard to see us off. We'd met her at the community old folks' calisthenics' activity a few days before, and she had come to the beach the next day for a walk with us too. It seems like Rumiko made another friend and is praying about how God would use her to lead this new friend to Himself. Would you pray with us? Her name is Mitsue.
The small, two-room cabin in the background was something Rumiko's husband built with his own hands, dreaming it would be a church in Izena someday. Most of his time had been spent in reaching children, but Rumiko is praying some of them might hear a call to return to their home island. God is able.
Oh--the gray-haired person with the glasses standing next to Mitsue is me. I guess I'm a gramma in my 60's now.
