Nepal, a month full of ups and downs which in a country of mountains it seems like valleys and peaks. This month we are staying in a small village called Haripur, 7 hours away from Kathmandu. We arrived here on the 2nd after driving through the mountains for about 7 hours. It was one of the prettiest drives I have ever taken. We stopped half way through to have Chai and donuts at a restaurant overlooking the Himalayas. It was surreal. Upon arrival we met our contact for the month, the pastor of the church we would be working with named Achuyt also known as Uncle. He has seriously shaped this month for me. He is a contact that has accepted us as daughters, provided each meal, taken me to the doctor, made sure I am taking my medicine and been so obedient to the Lord. I have been blown away by how him and his family love us. This month we have been using the restroom in a hole in the ground, taking showers with cold water in cold weather, and I have been sick. It has been a month of discomfort but I can’t say I wouldn’t do it again. Just writing this I am tearing up thinking about what if I never met these people and I think how worth the current suffering has been. Each day we walk with Uncle about an hour to a village to preach, sing “action” songs, play with kids or just love on people. We cross-rivers, we climb mountains and we walk for hours daily and it is all worth it. We only have one week left of Nepal and even though it hasn’t been my favorite month it will be a month I cry leaving and will forever be in love with.
