The Lord knew this time of year is a tough one for me so He blessed me with the most loving family. This month I received the love of a father, brother, and most of all, a mother. I have a great family back home, but sometimes we need to hear, see in their eyes, and feel the embrace of family love.
Every night before we went to bed, we met as a family to sing a song of praise, share a word from the Bible, give thanks, and pray to our Father in Heaven. I have never experienced that type of thing before, but I loved it. Even when I arose early in the morning I was pleased to hear them praying right as they woke up and having their quiet time as well.
Throughout each day my Nepalese family was receptive to how I was feeling. They would say a kind word that sometimes I needed to hear, give me a loving look, or a simple touch to let me know they were there.
But the one who touched me the deepest was Bhim (I call her "Ama" which means momma). She cooks and cleans all day long with a smile on her face. She doesn't speak English and is always laughing. This woman of God is a joyful, faithful, loving, strong servant. In the beginning of her faith they were beaten in persecution. She was dragged out of church and her home by her hair and kicked. Then a couple of months ago as she was hiking with other women to evangelize she was beaten and had all her jewelry ripped off of her, yet she continues to serve with a loving heart.
At night, I help her and any other church women who come over to work in the kitchen. Some how even though none of them speak English God allows us to understand each other. Most of the time I just repeat what they are saying to each other, which fills them with laughter. Then we do a lot of them telling me how to cook and I repeat in English. So I learned a lot of Nepalese words about foods, if things are good or not, and when things are done. I don't really know what it is, but I love these women. Ama is always talking to others about me. I am her youngest daughter. Most of the time when I am cooking with her I become teary-eyed because I think about my mom. These are things you do with your mom, which I can no longer do with my mom. She makes fun of me when I mess up and gives me love pats as she walks by. She even tries to carry me on her back at times.
The other night as we sat on the floor together she pulled me into her arms and just rocked me. Then Megh, our papa, joked with me as I layed there. I felt like a little girl again. Oh my goodness Lord this is exactly what my heart needed. I needed that motherly touch and a mother's love.
Now we are leaving and I don't want to leave this motherly love that I have missed. I tear up every time I think how I have to leave her. This family will always be a part of my heart and I plan on coming back to see my Ama again.
Subash (my brother), Bhim (my momma), and Megh (my papa)
My Ama!! She is sundar (beautiful)! I miss her already…
