Thank you. You taught me more than I taught you, you gave me more than I gave you, you loved me more than I loved you, and you spoke more truth into me than I spoke into you. Thank you for showing me what genuine joy looks like, and allowing me to live out of abundance and a backpack at the same time. Thank you for giving me hope for the future, while instilling in me the truth of joy in the moments I often overlook. Thank you for showing me what it means to let go, and completely trust in the goodness of the Lord.
Dear india,
I’m sorry I didn’t do more for you than you did for me. I’m sorry I didn’t invest and love harder, I’m sorry I didn’t put down deep roots in the hearts of your people like I could have. I’m sorry I was selfish and chose other things above you. I didn’t fight for you, I didn’t give you what you deserve and I didn’t do the gospel the justice it deserves. I missed out because of my own selfishness. I broke out of regret and guilt, and victimized myself because I believed that I deserved it. I’m sorry for not being all I could be for you these past three months we had together.
Dear india,
Thank you for reminding me of what grace looks like. Thank you for being the comfort in my soul and the beauty in my heart, for giving me all of you regardless of me. I really do love you, and I really will miss you. You gave me more than pounds of rice and wet clothes, you gave me joy. You gave me grace. You gave me beauty, you gave out of your own abundance, and in return all I have to give you are my prayers. May the Lord bless you and keep you dear country, you are worth far more than I give you credit for.
Kalawm Northeast, mangthra.
-Taylor
