Exodus of Happiness
Until 2006, Priya’s life had held promise and happiness: She and her husband of 31 years, Tamang, had two healthy children, a son and a daughter; Tamang held a respectable job in a government tax office; they owned a home; and they were among the upper class of society […]
Nine years passed, and the walls of Priya’s tiny slum hut surrounded her day after day. She scooted around on a crude stool to accomplish the crucial household duties neither of her children were capable of doing. Bitterness and disappointment at how her life turned out crowded her heart.
“Staying inside the house all through the day in a small room is very mentally disturbing,” she shares. “I used to feel like [I was] suffocating.”
Then God sent a breath of fresh air into Priya’s life. Two GFA-supported Sisters of Compassion served in Priya’s area, and when they saw Priya’s despondency and physical ailment, the ladies asked to talk with her.
Priya wept while telling them her story.
A deep friendship started that day between the three women. The Sisters of Compassion returned often to encourage Priya and pray with her and her children.
