The beach was open, wide, and beautiful. The raging red sun fell beyond the sea, and the stars came out to watch us.  The waves rolled and came crashing in. I sat and admired this from the shore while wearing my new sari. India. Then breaking the peaceful ocean’s voice came the now so familiar sound of a nearby airplane taking off, and we watched as it soared over the sea and into the twilight sky. And as if in one mind we all knew, that would be us in 3 weeks.                 The prayer was read aloud by one...

My preschoolers are really bad at putting together puzzles. Ironically, so is the teacher I’m working with. They can’t seem to comprehend that you can flip the pieces around to make them fit. They’ll try to mash different pieces that don’t even come close to matching together. They’ll try one piece and then cast it away if it doesn’t work the first time. Sometimes, they’ll get so aggravated with the puzzle that they abandon it all together, or my personal favorite, they’ll throw all of the pieces up in the air, which makes a tremendous...

Well, another week gone by. A little love, a little joy, a little Jesus, all wrapped up into one big blur of a week. I can’t believe this has been my life for the past two and a half months. A fourth of my year will have been spent in India. On Tuesday, we went to a friend’s house for the first time. She’s nineteen, I work in the preschool with her every day, and she’s also in the afternoon classes. I love her to pieces and she’s become a good friend while here. We followed her through the slum, dodging the murky water flowing down the middle of the narrow...

The weeks seem to become more and more of a blur as they go by faster and faster.  Every day we are busy.  The days blend together.   And in the back my head there is an excitement and sadness that sweeps through me when it dawns on me randomly that I only have four more weeks here in India.  Riding the buses has become more adventurous and sometimes even dangerous.  When we arrive at one of the towns we teach preschool at, we have to by standing at the door to get off as soon as the bus stops.  If you don’t start getting off right when the bus...

The name of the blog doesn’t have much to do with the blog itself, it’s just something that I’ve found to be true in India, and it’s really kind of funny because right now in the lobby which I’m blogging there’s a really loud and awesome Indian wedding going on and outside the groom just rode in on a horse and I just happen to be wearing my sari today :P. Oh and last weekend there was a wedding but HE rode in on an elephant!                I was really convicted this week, and sometimes I...