I needed to get there before she drank the pesticide! But I didn’t remember where her home was; I had been there only once, and that was a year ago. It made no sense to ask her where she lived since she didn’t want me to come. I was sure I could find her village on the outskirts of the city, but the only thing I remembered about the location of her house was that in the village I had to make a left turn off the main road. There were no street names or house numbers in her village. We didn’t have a car, and I couldn’t take a taxi because I couldn’t remember the name of her village. As soon as I got off the phone, I called Justin and a friend, quickly explained the situation, and asked them to pray for me. I took off on my bicycle, pedaling as fast as I could. It took me half an hour to bike to the turn-off that led into her village. A few farm buildings stood at the entrance. One main road went through the village, with lanes branching off to the right and left. All the buildings, including the homes, were block-shaped, gray, cement structures. Most of the homes had cement walls surrounding them with iron gates. Uniform. Non-descript. Difficult to distinguish one from another. In the middle of the village, a lane on the left looked like hers. I tried to turn my bike, but my bike wouldn’t turn! My bike stayed on the main road! As I was almost running out of village, I saw a lane on the left that didn’t look like hers at all. In fact, I was sure it wasn’t hers. I tried to go straight, but my bike turned there! I couldn’t control my bike! It was leading me. The second house on the right looked slightly familiar. I got off my bike and walked through the gate. The house itself looked similar to Rainbow’s, but everything else was wrong. There were bulls standing in the dirt yard where there had been no bulls a year ago. There were puppies frolicking, but I remembered kittens. I stood there debating what to do. I suspected I was at a stranger’s house, and actually inside their wall with their bulls! Chinese bulls are calmer than American bulls, but still. Just then, a young woman I didn’t recognize stepped onto the balcony of the second floor. “Please come in and have dinner with us.” I found out later that she had no idea who I was, either. She was just being polite to a stranger who had walked through her gate. Her friendliness gave me courage, so I decided to try. “I’m looking for Rainbow.” The woman leaned over the balcony railing and pointed to a room on the ground floor. I walked over to the room, opened the door, and there was Rainbow, sobbing on the bed! The Lord had led me straight to her! (A week later I repeatedly got lost in her village on my way to visit her.) I put my arms around her and whispered, “Rainbow, the Lord really loves you. I’ll tell you how I know. I didn’t remember where your home was, but he directed my bike right here. He loves you that much. He doesn’t want you to kill yourself.” After several hours of talking with her, she decided that she did want to live. Many people viewed Rainbow as worthless—only to be used and thrown away. She was quite weak, made a lot of bad decisions, and had aborted her child—but, oh, how she was loved by the Lord.