I have found myself in a funny place and state of mind this month. After leaving India it’s been so hard to put my mind and heart here in Nepal. Into our ministry. India took me by surprise and completely captivated my heart. “India is AMAZING. I love it here, which is crazy to me because I was so afraid about coming to this country. I thought this would be the month I’d be praying through asking God to get me to the other end quickly. I love the food. I love the people. And the country is completely captivating my heart. Every time my team visits a other village to do ministry in I leave with this great desire to return. My heart is so burdened for the girls and children in these villages. I don’t know if I really have words yet to describe what’s going on in my heart here and what God’s saying to me.” This is what I wrote to a friend midway through the month. God opened my eyes and broke my heart over and over again for the people and children in India. I loved the colors, the food, the people, the ministry, the country.
We worked with a children’s development program all month. Their heart and vision for this mission is to come up beside children in these villages from the poorest house holds and empower them and disciple them by giving them an education, feeding them and teaching them the word of truth and life through the holy scriptures. They will stay with these children until after they graduate from college. Every afternoon around two or three we would leave our home in Ongole and head out into the neighboring villages. Sometimes we would drive two hours to get to our village for the day other times only thirty minutes. We would go house to house in the village making friends and praying for the people. We would try to visit every house and pray for every family. This part of the ministry, seeing these homes and the raw, real way of life for these people did something inside me and to my heart that has changed me forever.
Then we would go to the church or building used for the children’s program
(sometimes that would just be a roof top)
and teach the kids English
act out bible story’s, sing and teach them songs and good hygiene. We’d end there program with teaching them a game and praying over them. After we would help serve them their one hard boiled egg and cup of milk. I can not begin to express how much praying over these young lives humbled and broke my heart.
I love India. My heart is for India. My heart is for this ministry. I don’t know what my involvement in that will look like yet. It could just be praying for India, going back for six month to six years. I don’t know. But God knows. He knows why he gave me a heart for these people.
