I Wish You Were Here

I've restarted this blog half a dozen times already, knowing that I need to write something, anything. I've been silent for too long and for that I apologize.

My words seem unsufficient at this point though. I've written about my life and The Race for over a year and I don't really know what to say right now. My thoughts and experiences just aren't finding their way to the page. I mean, I've written about God and ministry and schedules and poverty and funny moments and spiritual growth and on and on. But for the moment, I don't know if any words will do…

If only I could show you, if only you could see for yourself, if only you were here.

Maybe that's all there is to say today.

I wish you were here.

I wish you were here because no amount of poetic verse or beautiful photographs or moving videos can compare to real, everyday life in Nepal or on month 10 of The Race.

So ya, I wish you were here.

I wish you were here so you could sit in the back of the church with me and watch the way Nepali people worship. I wish you could close your eyes and just listen. Then you could hear and feel the tangible love these people have for God.

I wish you could stand on the roof of our house, see the valley and mountainse surrounding us, and breath in the fresh, cool air.

I wish you could live in our neighborhood with us, filled with multicolotered house and rice fields about to be harvested.

I wish you could walk with us to church and feel the staring gazes of everyone we pass and hear the yells of little children excited to tell the white people hello.

I wish you could see the endless number of shrines people worship and smell the burning incense of sacrifices.

I wish you could play ninja with the little boys and tag with the little girls.

I wish you could climb a mountain with us and if you're like me, fall all the way down it.

I wish you could be at team time and just enjoy the company of my friends family.

I wish you could look out on a clear day and stand in awe of the snow capped peaks of the Himalayas in the distance.

I wish you could smell the delicious food being cooked downstairs by Behm, more fondly called Mom, and then run downstairs with us excited to eat possibly the best meal you've ever had.

I wish you could see and meet the people here that don't know Jesus, it's almost everyone.

I wish you could go on a prayer walk or to bible study or even preach the message this Sunday.

I wish you would have been there as we all ran to the window the other morning, just in time to watch a goat get sacrificed. (It was ugly and impressive all at the same time…)

I wish you could sit and talk with Mey, Behm, and Suvas, some of the most amazing ministry contacts and people we've met this year. I wish you could hear their stories and be a part of their lives.

I wish you could experience, in every sense of the word, the deep need for God here, the REAL God.

I just really wish you were here…

but thank you for allowing me to be here, I wouldn't be without you.

So here's to one more month on The Race and to coming home soon. I'm so excited to share stories, laughs, photos, and all about what God has done this month (and all year) when I get home. See you in Decemeber.

With LOTS of love,
Beka

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