Author: Adventures

Public Transportation

To a middle class white Texan who has been blessed enough to live in a decent suburb and have my own car sense i was 16. Never did it cross my mind that I would need to use a bus one day. I mean let’s be real, I have only used the dart train in Dallas once in my life, and never have I been in a taxi. But let me just express to you that in India, we use the bus everyday 4 times a day. And there is no such thing as personal space. HA! Especially when the bus teller tries to make a game out of the ride and see how many people you can get in one bus. Let’s just say it’s about...

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Teaching Hope

Each morning I wake up to the pouring rain. After breakfast with chai, my team heads out to catch the bus. Two buses and forty minutes later, we arrive at our destination: daycare.   This week I worked at a daycare that’s tucked into the slums right at the edge of the ocean. As we walk through the streets, the children stare and yell, “Halo, teacha!” The cows and goats eat their breakfast from the piles of garbage that clutter the streets and it’s usually raining, so by the time we get to the school, our feet are soggy and coated in mud.   I volunteered...

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These are a few of my favorite things…

  My two favorite constants since we’ve been in India are the bus rides and experiencing the life in our work areas.  The very first day we arrived in Goa, we got on a bus and headed for our mini$try location. All of the seats were filled and the aisle was also completely full. Our team (about 5 of us that day) crammed into the already FULL bus. Hindi music was blaring, people were yelling, the bus was hot, it smelled like spices and body odor (not the best combination), and I was sharing one “american-sized space” with 3 other girls. It was quite interesting...

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Pushed out of my comfort zone

He is showing me this week to be completely dependent on him. We have been able to teach preschoolers this week, and honestly it was a little difficult for me. The children were a little wild, but so precious at the same time.The joy that radiates off of their faces is truly inspiring. At training camp we were told to get rid of any expectations we had about the trip. I tried my hardest to do this, but I don’t think I fully did. My expectations on what we would be doing here were changed. And through this He is showing that I HAVE to fully and completely depend on Him and nothing...

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My Heart Breaks

We have been in India for a little over a week and a half now and are in our second location. We started out getting accustomed to the culture. We now have our Indian attire that we wear everyday. It’s difficult to fully express ourselves when we have to watch our language and when we talk to our daddy we can not close our eyes as we can in America. The atmosphere is much like Slum Dog Millionare: children younger than one year old begging, rick-saw rides, buses with flashing lights, crazy music, and huge crowds, beggars of all ages everywhere, poverty every where you look, public...

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Let us be like the sheep

“The sheep hear his voice, and he calls his own sheep by name and leads them out.  When he has brought out all his own, he goes before them, and the sheep follow him, for they know his voice.  A stranger they will not follow, but they will flee from him, for they do not know the voice of strangers.”  John 10:3-5   We had a sixteen hour train ride to our current location and while trekking through the beautiful Indian countryside, I noticed a flock of sheep standing still in a nearby field.  The entire herd was gathered together just standing,...

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