Nepal.
I don't even know where to start.
I ate more water buffalo than I thought possible. I drank coffee every morning. I realized I could live without electricity and internet for about 3 weeks and that in those moments a guitar and a Bible are really all you need. I walked every day, ate more food than necessary, saw a young man give his life to Jesus on the first day, spoke at a fellowship meeting, fell in love with more children than I can count, cried with Jesus on a number of occasions, rode in a cart pulled by some sort of cow for over 4 hours and watched the people of my village pour out a love that is purely and solely from Papa. I lost track of time with church service on Saturday, choked down curd and delighted in silly songs made up on the spot. I spoke in ridiculous accents and watched geckos and spiders crawl along the walls of my bedroom every night. I sang and prayed to Papa as He drew me into a new depth and I felt His touch in ways that He can only do. I learned from a Teacher, spoke to a Friend and came before my Love raw and exposed.
Every day I chose God.
A God who is greater and stronger. A God who is a healer and awesome in power. A God and Savior who can bring you to tears and strengthen you in the same moment while standing in the backyard of a stranger's house 10 ft from a squatty potty. A God who delights in the thought of His children trusting and praising and believing in Him through distance and fear and doubt. A Father who finds who on your knees and sits there with you, a Father who will then pick you up, take your hand and continue walking with you.
I loved this month.
One blog isn't going to cut it.
