Two weeks into my time into my time in India, there is so much running through my mind. While there is much beauty here, there is also great poverty. To be honest, it is difficult for me to distinguish between the “slums” we are working in and the rest of the cities and villages we visit.
Between the bright colors and shy smiles from the women on the streets, lies much heartbreak. I was expecting a “honeymoon” period with my time in India, but I have apparently skipped that part. Instead, I have been smacked in the face with the unfortunate reality that these people are desperate. Desperate from something more. More healing, food, water, compassion, life. Mostly a relationship with Jesus.
When I first arrived I was trying to do everything out of my own strength. I realize that now. Three days in I broke down, unable to suppress my reaction to this country any longer. It was too hard to see the diseased, dirty, and destitute and not be moved to tears. I will never be able to unsee the things that I have witnessed. However, my God is good and my God is strong. Slowly, but surely He is revealing to us the ways in which He is working in this country full of idolotry and poverty.We must not forget that He is here, that He has always been here, and that He will remain long after we’re gone.
Hope.
“I don’t want to talk about you like you’re not in the room.
I wanna look right at You.
I wanna sing right to You”
