Nepal has left me often feeling lost and distant from God. This city is full of darkness. It is hard to have a joyful heart when day in day out we are surrounded by oppression, poverty, and brokenness. Any sign of the natural beauty of this country is hidden behind concrete buildings and smog. The air is filled with constant noises of barking dogs, honking cars, and motorcycles flying by. It smells of trash and human waste. And then to top it off over half of my squad has been sick with nasty parasites, stomach bugs, and colds.
As these hardships fill my soul, God calls me back to Him. He calls me to focus on His love. He promises that I alone hold enough light to scare the darkness of Kathmandu away. He promises me joy. He tells me to create, to draw and to write. To wake up at 6:30am every morning to spend time alone with Him in the dark cold hallway of our building. As we walk through the slums or stand on the crowded local bus, I know He is always there. I can escape to a place hidden in my heart. This is where I find my joy even when there is no nature, or quiet places. This is my field inspired by Isaiah 40:6-8…
The Field
by Katie Kurschner
A golden strand of grass sways in an open field,
Hidden in secret by tall old trees.
Amongst the flowers of sun there stands a girl,
With a wild heart.
Her arms reach out to the sky,
To touch the Creator whose light illuminates her eyes.
His glory fills her soul with endless joy.
There she finds freedom,
As wings of angels outstretch from her.
For the grass withers and flowers fall,
But the glory of the Lord stands forever.
