India. Yes, friends and family, the land of mother theresa, delicious foods, beautiful saris, beautiful poeple.
The past several weeks have been a whirlwind. I woke up Wednesday morning and thought to myself, “Where am I today?” Since, I returned from the race, I spent 6 weeks in Denver, a week and a half in the Dominican Republic, 2 weeks in Denver, a week in Georgia, a day in Tennessee (YEA Brooke & Silas!), a week in Denver, a week in Seattle, a week in Denver/Colorado Springs, 2 weeks in Georgia, 2 days in Philadelphia, a day in Georgia, and now the next three months in India. The Lord has become my home in so many senses. As my team struggles with homesickness, I am reminded of my first week in South Africa at the start of the World Race. I was literally nauseas because of anxiety and homesickness…wondering if I was where I was supposed to be and wanting so much to feel like I was home. The Lord’s response to me was, I AM your home. And that rings so true still. Although, my “bed” looks different in each place and my “family” looks different in each place, the Lord welcomes me in each place, saying “Here I am…you’re home!” Its strange to say it, but everyplace I have gone since I have returned from the Race feels like home. Our home certainly is not a place, it’s a feeling. The feeling of being welcomed by His arms in each place.
All this to say, I’ve arrived at home in India. It’s a beautiful place, pray that we will pierce the darkness with His light and love. J
