The day finally came to say goodbye to Asha Missions. The day seemed like an ordinary day until the time came to formally say bye to everyone. Why is it that the most meaningful good-byes seem to go by quickly (even though they will remain in our hearts)? My hope is that I can make a detour to Delhi coming or going to India sometime in the future. I would love to see them again.
Our adventure to Nepal started out like a wild goose chase. Six of the teams arrived at the train-station only to find out that we were at the wrong one. On the plus side, all the other teams were there, so it was wonderful to see everyone again. Like madmen we raced to find taxis (at a fair rate) and make it to the other train-station about 30mins away. Luckily we had some time before our other train took off. Unfortunately, when we got to the other train-station we found out that had only five minutes for about 37 people to get on the train. We ran with our packs toward our train. I’m sure it was amusing and confusing for bystanders to see 37 people frantically running to catch the train. By God’s grace we all got on in time.
The train was consumed with a sense of unity among the teams talking about our first month of ministry. The last time we had seen each other was in Hyderabad, India where commissioned each other out into the first month. Although each of our ministries were different, each story was filled with how God just showed up. Our conversations went late into the night talking about what God did, who we had met, and our overall ministry experience.
Our next lag of the trip to Nepal was a long bus-ride. None of us anticipated such a long ride, but it was a good way for everyone to relax after the first of eleven months of the World Race. Everyone seemed to need their personal time, and what better than on a lengthy, bumpy bus ride. By God’s grace we got to Kathmandu,Nepal safely past narrow mountainsides, dangerously sharp turns, and random check-points.
