So, I made it to India! India is absolutely beautiful and so are the people. I have consumed so much chai tea and curry. Indian people are extremely generous, I have never felt so welcomed before. The people here will wave to you on the street and want to take pictures with the white Americans. They get so excited when you acknowledge them and smile at them.
For ministry, my team and I help out at schools and teach English to children. These kids ran up to us with the biggest smiles and were so happy that we were there. They didn’t care what activities we did with them, they just wanted us to get to know them. They have so much joy. After the day was over, the kids and their parents wanted prayer. A little girl came up to me and told me her father drinks and that her mother was sick. I prayed for her while trying to fight back tears. Then a woman fell on the ground weeping while we prayed for her pain to leave her body. We prayed for these people throughout the rest of the night. These people have such a strong faith in prayer, and that is something that wasn’t always strong in my life. In America, prayer can often just be a routine and the power of it can easily be dismissed.
We pray at church but forget to pray outside of it. But in India, prayer is the most powerful thing they have. I have realized how desperate the people of India are to just be seen. There is a need to be noticed and loved. People need to know that God sees them and knows their hurts. India has already been teaching me so much, and this isn’t easy. India may feel forgotten, but it is so loved by the Father.
