Alright. Confession. I have wanted to go to the Taj Mahal since I was 8 years old. I remember doing a mini report on India in second grade and having the desire to go ever since. Even after listening to years of “Its so dirty in India…. Its just a building…” blah blah I don’t care I want to go.
Well, after a few moments of panic because we were in the southern part of India, a month sweating in 110 degree weather, a flight up to Delhi and a 5 hour train ride to Agra, I made it….
There it was, big and beautiful
Not only did I get to spend the day there (well as long as we lasted in the 113 degree heat with out passing out.) but we also got to spend the night Agra at a hotel with a VIEW from the rooftop! I mean God loves to show off lately.
As we were walking in Matthew and I were talking about how this beautiful building had nothing on the Glory of God. I mean if anything we said this was his linen closet, to keep the bed sheets. I also spent time thinking that the beauty of it did not even come close to the African babies I held in my arms, the embrace of the widowed Indian women who pulled me in for a squeeze or the laughter of my sweet kiddos in the Philippines. It had nothing on all of that. I am still super thankful to God for providing for me and allowing me to go. I heard it was really cool on a full mood when the flowers on the building glow. Maybe next time right? 😉
xoxo
