Author: Adventures

Dear Jesus.  I am really glad that you know my heart and it’s thoughts and attitudes. I am glad that no matter what the world thinks of me, you know me. You really, really know me. This morning you reminded me what it means to love. You gave a message to the kids using me, and in doing so, you refreshed me. Jesus, I am really scared of going home. I know that you have taught me so much here, and I know that you will go home with me when I go… but I am scared of how I will be treated and the response I will have to it. It isn’t going to be the easiest thing in the...

Our team has been driving the struggle bus since we got to India. Every single member has been sick at least once, some for longer periods than others. There hasn’t been one week where the entire team has been healthy. Just as one person is feeling better, another is under the weather. The heat hasn’t helped any. It’s a muggy humid heat that wraps around you and doesn’t allow you to breathe properly. And the fact that it has only drizzled twice since we have gotten here makes it even worse. So, we decided we’d had enough. We knew that the only reason why we...

It has been an incredibly long week. It has been said multiple times that this has been the most exhausting week since the first week we were here. I can’t exactly put a pinpoint on what has been so hard… maybe it has been a collection of things. Maybe it’s the weather. Maybe it’s the fact that we have only 29 days left and we are all aware of it. Maybe it’s because we have been dealing with a lot of sickness. Maybe it’s because we are all women and there is bound to be some drama. Maybe it’s a collection of all these things. However, I can say...

    Yesterday morning, I woke up sweating to a hot and congested cement room to the sound of Hindu bells after an awful night of sleep.  My hopes of taking a bucket shower to cool off were apparently a bit too high, as there was not a drop of running water in our house.  In a state of 6:30am apathy and confusion, I went outside, still wearing shorts from when I woke up, to see if the spigot had any water.  The water dripped out slowly, so I stuck my head right under it, contented for anything I could get.  Before half my hair was wet, there were about a...

Every night, like clockwork, at 6 we have prayer. Even on Sundays, after our three hour morning service, that night we have prayer. We pray, they sing three songs in their language, we sing three songs, one of us speaks, Subodh translates, and then we pray for a good 10 minutes together out loud, and then it’s over. It’s routine. When I was praying through that ten minute prayer one evening, I realized that. Instead of really focusing on praying I would be praying that the longest prayer in history would end because I was tired and the scarf on around my head was making me...

“You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, that my heart may sing to you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever.” Psalm 30:11-12   I love this verse. He could have left us in our sackcloths and leave us wailing, but instead he gave us a reason for dancing and singing; he has given us joy. Not just joy when life is going great, but joy through ANY circumstance. Whether the devil is shoving lies into our mind or through physical struggles, or with the emotional pain of losing a friend or family...