I know I have not been doing too well on blogging like I used to, but going over the half way mark in Malawi has made me go through a slump of blogging.
To be honest, I was just lazy.
My team stayed in Kathmandu, Nepal, and lived in the outskirts in a village named Gurjudhara.
We stayed with a family who was very familiar with World Race.
We lived in a three story house, and the second floor was just for racers to live in for the month.
We had our own beds, and they even provided us with fleece sleeping bag liners, because it gets below freezing every night… and there is no central heating.
We were cold, but luckily we were able to buy some knock off NorthFace gear, and all was well.
This last month all we were to do was pray.
Pray over everything.
It was not only our ministry, but it was necessary.
Nepal is a place where millions of Hindus live.
And it is a dark country.
Not only can you not breathe because the pollution is so bad, but you can't breathe because of the spiritual war that is going on.
Our church was only a 15-20 minute walk from our house.
And on the way, we would pass 26 shrines/temples/gods that people would stop and pray at.
Our first day to the town, we saw a sacrifice of a water buffalo.
Eating beef is illegal because they worship cows.
People wear red dots to show their love for their religion.
People cover up because it is too risque to show your ankles.
People glare at you because you say "Jamase" to other Christians, and "Namaste" to non-christians.
So you can't forget who is who.
So we prayed.
We prayed over our whole house, and annointed everything door, every window, every bed, and every person with oil. (baby oil)
When we would go to monistaries and ashrums, it would literally take our breaths away.
I would immediately get a headache, and my stomach would get upset.
It was dark.
But we needed to be there, to breathe life and truth to others.
We would pray for people, and they would be healed.
We would go to the monkey temple, and walk around seven times praying that the walls and shrines would come down, because it has happened before.
We would get sick, for two weeks.
And I don't think it was because of the cold weather.
I know it was because the enemy was trying to stop us from doing our ministry.
We played with the kids.
Ryan got a football sent to him this month, and children had never seen one before.
We would go to the park, and they would want to play for hours upon hours.
They just wanted to be loved.
We ministered to our family.
Mike, the german that lived with us.
The boys really loved on him.
And Subass, our contact's son who was pretty much our contact for the month because his dad just had surgery.
Mama and Dede (older sister), who would cook us a meal.
And even though Dede was not related, she was our family.
Alyssa was trying to teach them english, even though they knew more than they acted.
and Megh, our contact.
He loved on us girls, and had such a huge heart for his country, and his village.
They ministered more to us, than we could have ever asked for.
Nepal was amazing.
It was hard at times, but we were beyond blessed.
And I would not change a single day.
And, here are some photos!
Me, Katie, and Alyssa with the woman from our church who made our beautiful Punjabi's!
The view of the city from the Monkey Temple.
Me killing my first chicken. 🙂
Ryan playing football with the kids at the park.
And finally my Nepal family!
Also, my team this month is living in Pune, India.
We are living and working in a deaf school for children the ages of 5-20.
It is a christian school, even though most of the children are Hindu.
But their hope is to have these children bring Christ and truth to these beautiful children, who can then bring it to their families.
130 children live on the ground, and our accommodations are beyond wonderful.
We are also with Team Ignition, and I get to work with my two previous teammates, Tyler and Diane.
Month 8, and I am beyond blessed.
