“Hidden Song of the Himalayas is a book about missions, yet it doesn’t seem to fit the stereotypes… (Abigail) offers not only a lucid description of what happened, but often— and even more engaging—a look into the deepest crevices of her heart.” Adventist Review
I felt a sisterhood with Mary, who had changed all her plans for God even when she had no idea what God was doing. Mary, who had to travel to Bethlehem while great with child. Mary, who had her baby in a dirty stable without her mother there to tell her it would be okay. She may not have understood why, but she was willing. Willing to obey God, willing bear the Light of the World ‘to the people who walk in darkness.’
Make me willing, God.
Abigail Follows, Hidden Song of the Himalayas
Praise for Hidden Song:
“Fast-paced and (as) thoroughly readable as a novel . . . a classic which shows not only how to do modern incarnational mission work, but how to live life wherever you are.”Maylan Schurch, author of The Sword of Denis Anwyck and co-author with Susi Hasel Mundy of A Thousand Shall Fall.
“This book is so well written. As someone who struggles with following Nonfiction and trying to concentrate and absorb everything, this one was a dream. I got sucked in as though it was a novel, in that I couldn’t put it down. I was fully aware that it was real life, but the author is a natural storyteller.” — Aryn the Librarian
“I read this book straight through almost without stopping. I laughed, I cried, I identified. Most of all, I rejoiced at the inspiring testimonies to the power of prayer, and to God’s amazing grace and faithfulness to transform… Hidden Song of the Himalayas is a work of art with a purpose of the highest order.” – Kody
“Memoirs are not usually my genre… But this one absolutely blew me away. Abigail is clearly a writer, and she has blessed us with her gift to tell, not her story per se, but the story of what God did among the Parvata people in India.” – Amanda
Accidents happen. But why was God letting this accident confuse the very people we were here to reach? Should I have said something else?
I bowed my head. “God, this doesn’t make sense. I don’t have an answer for the Parvata or even for myself. I need Your help. Give me the peace that passes understanding. You promised.“
I waited, eyes closed. The windshield wipers continued to swish. Slowly, my shoulder muscles released. The knot in my stomach unraveled. I didn’t know the reason or what would happen. But I had peace. A peace that makes no sense.
Abigail Follows, Hidden Song of the Himalayas