His deep love transcends unimaginable hurts

Kay, 32, had been physically disabled for five years due to a spinal injury from long-term abuse.

She longed for new friends and visitors. When we first met in January, she asked if I could hold her hand while we chatted. Since then we had been meeting every week to catch up with each other, read Bible stories, and pray. We moved to phone calls after the pandemic broke out in Toronto. Kay had a twin sister, Jane, who was her sole caregiver, but Jane was also struggling from physical injuries herself. They were both open to the gospel.

It was March when we celebrated Jane and Kay’s birthday. Due to long-term immobility, Kay could no longer digest solid food and she could only take in congee or pureed food. She seemed to enjoy my homemade cake made out of mashed sweet potatoes. The Lord was moving their hearts - on this day Kay and Jane asked if they could join me in saying a prayer on their own. We prayed for recovery and spiritual breakthrough despite the hardship they were going through, and they would experience the power of God.

A few months after the COVID-19 lock-down, Kay’s situation drastically declined. I was told by her sister that Kay passed away. This news came as a shock because she just moved to her sister’s rural home and we had packed for her in the hopes of better care.

 While I was at a loss, I knew God was in control. Kay once told me that she prayed to God every day, that she heard of the gospel and that she had prayed the confession prayer. But she also struggled to let go of her painful past and trust God wholeheartedly.

 The Lord is close to the brokenhearted. Through my encounter with Kay, the Lord taught me two things: how much He desires us to run towards Him as our Saviour, and how little I understand suffering.

Three months after Kay passed away, her twin sister Jane took her life on Thanksgiving day. The hurts throughout these sisters’ lives were unimaginable. In the midst of sleepless nights, lamenting tears and prayers, the Lord broke the silence and told me, “I love them enough to have died for them.” Yes, the depth of their suffering is beyond comprehension, but the depth of the love of our Saviour is even greater. It was not a coincidence that we crossed paths - I met these sisters shortly after I found that my long-term trip to the field was delayed; and then, two days after Jane’s funeral, the field director emailed me a departure date. The Lord is sovereign. Kay had a gentle spirit and Jane was a caring sister. It had been a privilege to have walked with Jane and Kay in the last season of their lives. I hope we will reunite in our Father’s home one day.


Kay and Jane, I miss our good times of fellowship and prayers. Rest in Peace, my friends.        

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