Author: Adventures

After the alarm has been snoozed 5 times too many, I wake up in a puddle of my sweat. My hair looks like I’ve lived in a cave the past two years. I put on my kurta along with my mis-matched wrinkly leggings that smell of baby spit and curry that I perhaps didn’t eat. I can hear the sweet babies that are crying upstairs and the ladies in the kitchen as they drop what seems like the fifth pot since 5 AM. It’s these moments at 9:30 in the morning that I think about quitting the most. My mind seems to take my flesh captive and lies to me about all the bad things that are going...

          The way God works is a mystery to me. He brings us to places to break us and re-make us. We can never understand His way of doing it but rather walk with Him and trust where He goes. I’m learning this process in life, but even more here in India.                 Coming to India in my mind (which is never right when God is in control) looked like I would come to India to serve the kids of these houses and serve the foster moms and it was going to be great. I would be selfless...

I’ve been asked so many times: why India? It’s not an easy question to answer for me. Looking back on it I understand that I was stuck at home. That I didn’t know what to do with this stagnant life I had built around myself. And so I looked for something to do that I thought would make me deserve to be happy. I also looked for a trip where I would leave as soon as possible and would be gone for a while. In my search I found AIM and I found India. I hardly knew what I was doing here. I stepped onto the streets of Hyderabad and looked around, recognizing how wide my eyes had...

India has made a snake out of me. I am shedding the skin of my former self and taking on the flesh of a new me. A flesh equipped in fresh ways and truths that I never thought myself capable of. But India has made them necessary. The call to serve has made them both imminent and possible. And though there are days when I feel weak and incapable of the love, patience, and wisdom required to work with special needs children, I am infinitely encouraged just by looking back on my past month in India and not even remembering the woman I was before I stepped on that first plane to Hyderabad. India...