The little things.
A glimpse into my life here in India.
It’s the students always laughing at me, because either I’m just really funny or they have no clue what I’m saying.
It’s teaching the students English slang like y’all, go dawgs, and buggie.
It’s the boys that work at the house taking my brother, Dillion, and I to get street food fried chicken at 9 o’clock at night when we’re tired of curry and rice.
It’s the three random men helping me when they watched me sprain my ankle on a run by myself through the neighborhood.
It’s the Sunday school students that I see every Sunday, but learn something new about them and from them every week, like how to love and rely on God like a child.
It’s the blind little girl that can feel your hand and know it’s you.
It’s Dillon running a mile or so home with me, because he knows I want to and I’ll sprain my ankle if I run by myself lol.
It’s dancing on the balcony in the morning after team time.
It’s seeing the fence kids and them running into your arms with the biggest grin.
It’s one of my new sisters, Sarah, bringing me home coffee because she knows it’s my love language.
It’s the little boy sitting on the street that keeps turning around smiling at your silly faces, but not wanting to get any closer because haha you’re a strange white girl.
It’s one of my sisters scratching my back or playing with my hair, because they know I love it.
It’s walking around town and avoiding getting hit by reckless tuk tuk drivers.
It’s laughing with the boys that work at the house, because they are just hilarious people.
It’s getting invited to a wedding and pre-wedding parties, but getting treated like you’ve known them for years.
It’s watching the students and your teammates step into boldness and lead worship even if they can’t carry a tune.
It’s the community bathroom as one sister uses the bathroom, one showers, and one washes their clothes.
It’s the banana man that Payson and I constantly go out of the way to say hello to, giving you free bananas because of your efforts to make him feel loved.
It’s the deep, theological conversations that we have sitting in a coffee shop or the roof top.
It’s getting all dressed up in saree’s to celebrate graduating from the music school. Yes, I graduated from a music school in India.
It’s showing one of the teachers how to kick a soccer ball, because the toe pokes were cringe worthy.
It’s watching the students at school, my teammates, and the workers worship with all their heart.
It’s the little things that make your heart explode with joy.
It’s the little things that show you more of who your Heavenly Father is.
It’s the little things that have the biggest impact on your life.
