I’ve been here in India for over a week now and the time warp of the world race has begun again. It feels like I have been here all month with the squad, which is such an answered prayer. I have been able to jump right in with the team WILDroots and they have made me feel comfortable sharing the good, bad, and ugly of what I am walking through. We’ve shared lots of laughter and tears together.
This month we are partnered with a ministry called Bibles for The World. The gospel first came to the Hmar tribe through one man in 1910,and spread like wildfire. A man named Rochunga Pudaite was born to the people. He attended graduate school at Wheaton College where he created a written language for his people in northeast India, studied the original Hebrew and Greek and translated the scriptures into the native language. Since then, the ministry he and his wife founded, bibles for the world, have built thousands of local schools and have translated the Bible for million of people in over 115 countries. It’s incredible to see the impact one person can make for the Kingdom of God.
We are in the mountains of India surrounded by beautiful trees, flowers, mud, pot holes, pig smells, smiles of little Indian children, yelling seminary students playing volleyball, and an overwhelming feeling of peace. In the mornings a group of us go for a run around the town we are in. Often, we run up a local hill named “prayer mountain.” Exhausted and breathing heavy we get to the top and look out into the mountains. As we are looking from the top all that comes to mind is,”how do people not believe in God?” I am overwhelmed by His vast and abounding majesty and love.
When I first got to India I was welcomed with jet lag, hunger, and a sense of unease. I was met with thoughts like “am I really doing the world race again” then quickly realizing, “yep, you sure are!” That thought was accompanied with mixed emotions of excitement and anxiety. When I arrived to the ministry where the whole squad was, (56 people) we were welcomed with smiles, screams and hugs.
The first morning waking up in India, I was overwhelmed with gratitude in my heart that I was sitting in India on my sleeping pad in a building with concrete walls, bucket showers, and squatty potties. It still is crazy to me that this lifestyle feels more comfortable and like home now. God spoke peace and assurance that this is exactly where I am supposed to be.
Over this month, people have been experiencing deeper healing, freedom and brokenness. I look at these people and I just sit in awe of how much the Lord has already done in them. People are hearing the Lord’s voice for the first time and tangibly feeling the Father’s love. I get to speak about the redemption in my life and the ways that God has walked me through my own personal healing.
“Let the redeemed of the Lord tell their stories.”
That verse is being lived out daily as God transforms this squad through His love.
I have officially hit 50% of my fundraising goal! I am still looking for people to partner with me so that I can continue journeying along side my squad through prayers, monthly and one time donors! Thank you for your continual love and support!
