The time had finally arrived. It was before dawn when I woke up to greet my mom at the bottom of the hill. A sight that could make any racer cry, a bus packed with eager parents ready to embrace their children for the first time in 8 months.
Once we reacquainted ourselves we made our way up to the hotel where we spent the next few hour catching up.
During our first worship session us racers were asked to pray over our parents.
Holy anointed tears!!
God unleashed His love on my mother that day, I could feel it. A moment I had been praying for since I could remember.
The rest of the week was no different:
Spending time in a village praying over a grief stricken family.
God was there.
Evangelizing in a local park and university.
God was there.
Holding orphans at SCH. Dancing with the babies.
God was there.
We were asked a simple question at the beginning of the week: Why did God bring you to India?
My answer: To see my mother claim her faith as her own. To see God tangibly lavish her in His love, and for her to receive it with grace. To know that my mom sees me as a sister in Christ, and not just her daughter. I came to India because God wanted me to see with my own eyes the marvelous works He has done in my mom, from her salvation to her stepping onto the mission field. I
That week is one for the books. It was an experience I will never forget, with moments I will cherish forever. Thank you, mom, for joining me on my race and for making it that more unforgettable.
Trust in The Lord with all your strength and do not lean on your own understanding.
Amen!
