My wife
A Jon Post
I wish you could see my wife here.
I wish you could all see this incredible missionary you support as she goes.
I wish you could see how she smiles and laughs with a little child who has only months to live, how she leans in and kisses the cheek of a woman covered in sores and smelling of death, how she kneels and communes with a lonely grandmother who has lost whatever shred of hope she had long ago.
I wish you could see… the tears… the tears she cries… and I wish you could hear the compassion in her voice, as she hugs a woman who waits… on the verge of eternity. I wish you could see with me the wordless love passing from Layne’s arms into a dying soul… into God’s beloved child.
I know there are so many of you who are inspired and who seem to like what Layne and I do here. But I’m telling you… I’m telling you…
…if you could only see what I see.
Layne inspires me so much.
She holds fast to the hope she professes… because He who promised… is faithful. He’s so faithful. (Hebrews 10:23).
She holds fast…
Some times it seems like we’re losing this fight, like the grave swallows so dreadfully fast…
But she holds fast.
I wish you could see what I see. This incredibly beautiful woman… finding Christ in the sick and the dying of Maputo Central Hospital.
What a woman.
Many women do noble things… but Layne Heller… she surpasses them all.