I’ve been getting these weird bursts
of energy this month after midnight. Since we eat dinner around 8 or
8:30 by the time we have finished our after dinner chatting and moved
to our apartment upstairs in the house its already what by my usual
race standards would be considered “late”. But then Kelly will pull
out the guitar and begin some upbeat worship songs, Marisa will get
the urge to clean and Abby will curl up on my mattress on the floor
with her Sudoku puzzle and the energy is maintained. Then we’ll transition
to small conversations or movie watching ‘til around midnight and
then I sit in my bed listening to my ipod wondering why I still have
energy after a full day of ministry and errands.
I think India’s energy is rubbing
off on me. I honestly didn’t anticipate liking this place so much.
I don’t usually feel this comfortable in cities. I am a country girl
through and through but this city is exotic and enticing and although
it is dirty and awfully hot, I find myself comfortable as I walk down
the streets trying to find the Baskin Robbins that Kelly and I accidentally
stumbled upon one night on the way home from shopping. I find myself
thinking how sad I will be to leave after just realizing how great it
is and how much more there is to do. I find myself creepin
g up to the
roof some nights just to enjoy the cool night air and to sift through
all my jumbled thoughts and prayers. (See photo: view from the roof at sunset)
It hasn’t been a remarkable month
for me. No remarkable spiritual breakthroughs or revelations, no remarkable
roots in ministry or remarkable events but I feel like something remarkable
is being birthed. I keep chalking it up to the unique atmosphere of
India. But maybe its not about this physical place at all. Maybe its
me being willing to change. See, I am still surprised when I find myself to be so happy
in ways and places that before the Race I never would have even considered.
I thought I knew myself pretty well. I thought I’d know what I’d
like and what I’d be good at. India wasn’t on my list of things
to do before I die. India wasn’t part of my plan. But the race brought
me here and I love it. India is a curve in the road; an unplanned joy
that I didn’t expect.
I want more of these detours, Lord.
I want more unplanned stops, curves and overlooks. I want to quit thinking
I know what I need. I want to be wholly in Your hands.
