I am almost (but not quite) home. I have been in two countries and 3 states in the last 30 hours or so. Soon, I can make that 4 states.
I did something that was very difficult yesterday. I hurt someone very deeply, and for that I am sorry. But I know that God has a plan, and I will follow it.
Already I miss The Family. Playing Nerts and New Solitaire. Hannah's random ramblings. Bursting into song. Toilet Talks. Momos and Samosas and CHAI!!! Rickshaw rides. Honking. Noise. Business.
America is too clean, too orderly, and too fat.
6.26.2009
6.23.2009
Last Day Of So Much.
Tomorrow is our last day in India.
My heart is crying, but not about saying goodbye to this place. It's crying about saying goodbye to people, to histories, to stories, to memories, to possibilities.
I am seeking God more and more as I try to decipher His will and His words. Man, it's hard.
Debriefing was this morning. Shopping this afternoon. I still have not found a kurta. Perhaps I won't.
Home. Home. Home.
Maybe if I click my heels together three times, I will be there, with all of this behind me. All of THIS. This hurt and this pain and this sorry-ness. But it probably won't happen. That's the thing with life. You have to LIVE it. You can't just sit by and hope something happens to you. It might, but sometimes you have to do it. Sometimes you have to get up, and take that first step into the unknown, knowing that the Lord will take your hand and lead you down the twisty, dark, scary path.
I'm about to take my first step. I'm holding out my hand, knowing in my head that God will take it, but not really knowing in my heart that He will.
Sometimes you just need a good cry.
Like right now.
My heart is crying, but not about saying goodbye to this place. It's crying about saying goodbye to people, to histories, to stories, to memories, to possibilities.
I am seeking God more and more as I try to decipher His will and His words. Man, it's hard.
Debriefing was this morning. Shopping this afternoon. I still have not found a kurta. Perhaps I won't.
Home. Home. Home.
Maybe if I click my heels together three times, I will be there, with all of this behind me. All of THIS. This hurt and this pain and this sorry-ness. But it probably won't happen. That's the thing with life. You have to LIVE it. You can't just sit by and hope something happens to you. It might, but sometimes you have to do it. Sometimes you have to get up, and take that first step into the unknown, knowing that the Lord will take your hand and lead you down the twisty, dark, scary path.
I'm about to take my first step. I'm holding out my hand, knowing in my head that God will take it, but not really knowing in my heart that He will.
Sometimes you just need a good cry.
Like right now.
6.14.2009
India In A Nut Shell.
In Asia.
God is teaching me so much, and testing me just as much:
Am I willing to pour out my perfume, as Mary did in John 12:3?
Am I willing to let Him be my hiding place, as in Psalm 32:7?
Am I willing to give up my wishes and desires, knowing that His are so much greater?
We rode elephants, were charged by rhinos, and scared away monkeys.
Too often, I feel like an animal in a zoo because of all the staring.
Rarely do people speak English.
I never want to wear a salwar again :)
I love the team.
Le DASH a
random singing
Hannah being funny
sharing twin beds
Steve's morning chai
mango talks at night
This morning we went to a Hindi Catholic service.
I miss home. About two more weeks, then I'm there.
God is teaching me so much, and testing me just as much:
Am I willing to pour out my perfume, as Mary did in John 12:3?
Am I willing to let Him be my hiding place, as in Psalm 32:7?
Am I willing to give up my wishes and desires, knowing that His are so much greater?
We rode elephants, were charged by rhinos, and scared away monkeys.
Too often, I feel like an animal in a zoo because of all the staring.
Rarely do people speak English.
I never want to wear a salwar again :)
I love the team.
Le DASH a
random singing
Hannah being funny
sharing twin beds
Steve's morning chai
mango talks at night
This morning we went to a Hindi Catholic service.
I miss home. About two more weeks, then I'm there.
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