Nepal is possibly the most gorgeous country I’ve ever set my eyes on. We live amongst tree covered hills and just behind them stand the tall and mighty Himalayan beauties, peeking over the clouds. We are nestled. From the windows of the kitchen we see green and spacious farm land, and a small river where women come to wash their clothing. And straight ahead… a Hindu temple seated on a high hill top.
We climbed to that temple last week. All of the kids beat me to the finish line. When we reached the top, I couldn’t help but marvel at the vastness of the creation surrounding us. We were in the sky. With the gods. And yet, the temple held no significance. It was a dusty old room beloved by devoted followers of an ancient religion. But it was not even comparable next to the temple of our God, the creativity and freedom and awe that was painted before us.
Nothing compares. I watched a sunset tonight that had me craning my neck to catch as may glimpses as possible. It feels like a privilege to behold such glory. It feels like a love letter. I suppose it is. I suppose everything in life is some kind of message from God to us. The way we receive it shows what we think of God. Either with thanksgiving or with a shrug.
I don’t want to shrug at anything. When I get to hold a newborn baby in my arms I don’t want to call it anything but miraculous. When I sit with a 19 year old girl who’s just given her baby up for adoption, I don’t want to consider it anything but soul healing.
I think beauty is just begging to be noticed, to be acknowledged. I think that’s true of your beauty, too. If we are to see God in everything around us, maybe we should start seeing Him in ourselves as well. I am not a coincidence; my personality and my experience are not random happenings. I am the embodiment of the all-powerful God through the working of the Holy Spirit.
If you, member of the body of Christ, aren’t the most beautiful thing on this planet, I’m not sure what could be.
Our wonderful home here in Godawari, Nepal! (Also home to women rescued from the sex industry and children.)
Myself and our good neighbour friend (in the middle) who I am always very excited to see!
A mother and her child named Sambrath (not sure of the spelling) who live here at Asha Nepal.
