So, right now I’m back in the capital city of Kathmandu after spending close to 3 weeks in a village 10 hours away in the south. We partnered with a local pastor, helping him build a bamboo fence around his church (bamboo we hacked down ourselves thank you very much) and walking to neighboring villages to share the Gospel. Now, let me tell you, these were no light strolls. On the contrary, these walks ranged anywhere from 1.5-3.5 hours (just to get to the village) through jungle, rice fields, sketchy rivers, and the like. But what a gift to savor the beauty of Nepal! Seriously this country is breathtaking. The landscape. The people. The culture. I love it. Once we reached our destination, we would pass out tracts, talk to some people about Jesus (many of whom who had never heard of Him), and visit the homes of fellow believers our pastor knew. And these people are incredible. In almost every case, the family we met were the only Christians in their whole village. It was such an honor to sit with them, to hear their stories, to speak words of truth and life, and to pray over them. I loved every moment.
Personally, its been a sweet month with the Lord. Every day He draws me deeper into dependence upon Him, stirring in my spirit reckless faith in who He is and who I am in Him. And to worship. So I’ve picked up the guitar again and would sing out with the Lord overlooking the fields while the sun was setting. Oh, it was so good for my soul. But worship is not just about music, for me its about living a lifestyle of thanksgiving and adoration for who God is and the love He so freely lavishes upon me every moment of every day. Especially when learning the glorious lesson of dependence, cultivating a heart of worship, rejoicing in all things, has been huge. I’m so thankful for His Word. I’m so thankful He speaks even in the gentle whispers of the evening breeze. I’m so thankful He’s a God so intimate and personal, knowing the depths of my heart and the longings of my spirit.
He’s so near. He’s so good. He’s so much love its overwhelming.
Our humble abode made of mud, bamboo, and paper-mache.
A family of believers we visited.
The children here are beautiful.
Pictures cant do justice to the beauty of this country.
Nepal, you’re one of my favorites.
