Hello my lovelies!
I’d like to apologize first off for my delayed update on life in India. So much to take in. So much to process. So much curry to consume.
There are hard things. There is constant humidity and armies of black beetles and cleanish water and kurtas in oceans. BUT. India is a dream, and I love this life. The Lord has done, is doing, and is going to do some crazy things in this place. The team’s ministry is essentially church developing; we prepare testimonies and sermons, and every evening we go to different villages and attend church meetings, worshiping together as one body of Christ. So beautiful. So surreal.
The Lord is teaching me to dive deeper into discerning where His presence is alive and where the enemy is trying to take strongholds. Most churches have drums that are passed around to someone to play during worship. The more the song builds, the louder the drums boom. One night, in a difficult village for me, I thought of The Chronicles of Narnia. I saw Mr. Tumnus playing his flute into the fire, reflecting on all the bad he’s done. Lucy is mesmerized and wants to console him and tell him that it’s okay. I saw Mr. Tumnus everywhere that night. Banging on the drums, pleading for an escape to whatever he sees in that fire. I can’t pretend to take those heartaches away. It’s humbling to realize how powerless we are. But it’s even more humbling to feel the spirit of authority the Lord has given us in His name. Prayer means something different to me now. It holds a new weight. A new gratitude for the gift we have to approach His throne boldly with confidence. To realize that prayer isn’t an eloquent strand of words spoken to place a bandaid over a broken heart. It’s this plea, this cry, this declaration to a compassionate Father who hears every word. I can’t take away typhoid fever or heal a paralyzed man or tell a widow she’ll be okay. Healing comes when we fall to our knees together, crying not because of the fire we ran from, but because of the flames of victory we come out with.
Friday is our last day of ministry. Saturday is our last day in India. My mind is blown just as much as yours. I’m so ready for all that the Lord has in store for Nepal.
Next stop: Kathmandu.
p.s. I wanted to add more pictures, but Indian wifi man.
