Wow! We just spent three weeks living a dream and now in a flash, it’s a memory. It’s hard this morning to face that reality.
Goodbyes are stupid. Nevertheless, we said goodbye to India and are home sweet home. And it is sweet. Really it is, but man…I miss India. We are so thankful to God for his faithfulness. I can see Him completely covering every aspect of our journey. Bella being amazing for the flights, through the wild and crazy taxi and rickshaw rides, eating the Indian food and then treating the diarrhea, loving on the decaying street kids, learning how to worship God in an Indian context, living in the slums and all the great some might say ‘out of our mind’ things we ventured into…God was WITH us the entire time. I know He was, I SAW HIM. I encountered God. How do you survive life without this once you’ve seen it? I thought being in India for the first couple of days was going to be about survival and now I’m having reverse culture shock. Except, now I don’t face the difficulties of poverty like not having kitchen appliances or running hot clean water, I face a spiritual poverty. How do I live in my context and ENOUNTER God like I just did these last three weeks? I don’t know the answer. So was our trip a success story? I don’t know that either. But after three weeks in India there are three things I am positive of: 1-we were faithful to God’s call 2- God is wonderfully REAL and 3-we will be marked by India forever. And I write to you today SO delighted and reassured that in a foot race for God’s favor faithfulness always wins over success.