Love looks like “head bobble,” “Didi”, company at the hospital, 100 deep in the luggage carriage, being served orange fanta, the presence of the lord and 30 other people in an 8X8 house, “praise the lord” “Apples and Bananas,” kids curled up in my lap, smiles, jump roping in the living room, English Vinglish, contagious laughter, the marriage bed, morning handshakes form the little boys, chai, trips to the park, hanging out in the kitchen.
Ministry looks like making toast, serving, shucking peas, pealing garlic, watching movies, playing sorry, learning hand clapping games, holding kids, sing songs, writing letters, telling bible stories, talking about America, learning names, preaching, testimonies, making chapatti, sitting on the kitchen counter, making no bakes, being with the girls and women, hiking a mountain, business meetings
Grace looks like burning plastic, smog, stomach infections, urine only bathrooms, eating with the right hand, learning everyone’s names, Bollywood films, lice checks.
Praise looks like off days in Mumbai, an arsenal of kids songs, our terrace, cool weather, sharing Gods love with 200 people, pomegranates, home cooking.
Life looks like cultivating stillness. Going beyond simultaneous living, loving each other where we are at, and extending grace.
