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 grown, how weak my legs felt. Even though I didn’t have a plan, God did.
Trust. Obey. Chosen. These are only some of the words that I’ve come to understand fully.
I’ve started to listen to the voice of God and I’m so incredibly happy. He’s asked me to make sacrifices, but I’m hungry for him. I crave a closer relationship. I never realized how hard it would actually be to give some things up.
God gives me joy in mourning.
