25 blurring into a gorgeous mosaic as their swaying stirred the fabric of their skirts. The children joined in, too, holding hands, dancing, and jumping up and down. My heart swelled at this tiny glimpse of heaven—worship is the same in every language. Swaying gently with Jean in my arms, I began singing the song in the language I knew. “I have decided to follow Jesus.” No turning back. No turning back.
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