Tonight, I'm missing India. I would do anything to be walking in a village say 'Vannakam' to everyone i see. To hold every baby til I was told I wasnt allowed to anymore, to sit with a woman dying of leprosy, holding her stubbed hands praying with her as she gave her life to the LORD. That is what I want to be doing this snowy sunday morning.
As I sit here listening to Indian music playing in my ear buds, looking at pictures from India, remembering all the hard work and faith it took to get to this amazing place, and then all that hard work looked like nothing compared to what I was able to be apart of last summer.
I remember walking out of an orphanage, knowing I would never see these kids again, but loving them as if I had known them my whole life. After standing listening to a song they had prepared for us, choking back tears; Shy asked me to pray over them. I have never choked up in a prayer before, I poured my loved into these children, and as I was walking out, one little girl that I had been dancing with grabbed my hand and walked with me to the bus. As we were walking she looked up at my and said 'I love you' How did she even know english? But she said it, and she said it to me!!!
I cried my eyes out on the bus ride back to the place I was calling home all summer. I have never really 'left' my heart somewhere truly. But i know with all my heart that some of my heart remained in India. In the little villages, in the schools, the orphanages, the monastery, the airport, the bus ride, and definitely in the mountains.
I miss that touch that the indian women would give. I could sit there, and they would hold my hand and just smile, then talk to you in Tamil, using broken english and laughing at you when you didnt understand. I miss the tea that the women in the mountian gave to us, causing me and the other team members to have to use the squatees every 15min! I miss hearing 'Journey Man' in Tamil blasting through the speakers of a Teen Mania sound box.
Last summer my team, me included were able to reach thousands of natives, some of which had never once in their lives had heard about Jesus, the son of the One True God. I know I will go back to India sometime, I just am waiting for God to reveal when.
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