I have been really bad about keeping y'all up-to-date and for that I am sorry.
This year's outreach is halfway over- the time in Nepal comes to a close tomorrow morning. At six a.m., we load into a micro and head to Kathmandu International Airport to go to Pune, India.
The other day, we were all on the roof of the guesthouse in Kathmandu when we realized Nepal was almost over. We had done much and the dreaded question was voiced aloud: What had we really done? Did we make a difference?
To be honest, I personally struggled with answering that question. How could I have made a difference when I was sick the whole time? I did, I think, one full day of ministry. The rest of the time were half days or not being able to go at all. But I did make a difference. Hear me out: while my team was out, yeah, I was busy hacking up my lungs and trying to pretend I could speak and that it did not hurt to swallow, yet I was also praying. Asking God to show up in the places my team was in. And then at the end of the day I would listen as they said, 'Oh yeah, this is what happened... someone got healed. Someone came to Jesus.' And yeah, it was not me. It was not because of me.
While I was sick, I would have super long quiet times (what else was I supposed to do?) and I was consistently in verses or books of the Bible that talked about running the race. Keep going, keep going, keep going. But how do I keep going when everything in me and around me is saying I am not doing anything?
By trusting.
There is much that has happened. A lot I was able to take part in... and right now my brain is failing me...
One thing though, was a picnic with the Kamaiya people in west Nepal. I want to do more research on them. Really learn who they are. One thing I already know though is that once they were slaves. And now they are free.
What a story. What a thing to ponder and marvel at.
Sorry my mind is so sporadic today. A lot going on and swirling around.
This year's outreach is halfway over- the time in Nepal comes to a close tomorrow morning. At six a.m., we load into a micro and head to Kathmandu International Airport to go to Pune, India.
The other day, we were all on the roof of the guesthouse in Kathmandu when we realized Nepal was almost over. We had done much and the dreaded question was voiced aloud: What had we really done? Did we make a difference?
To be honest, I personally struggled with answering that question. How could I have made a difference when I was sick the whole time? I did, I think, one full day of ministry. The rest of the time were half days or not being able to go at all. But I did make a difference. Hear me out: while my team was out, yeah, I was busy hacking up my lungs and trying to pretend I could speak and that it did not hurt to swallow, yet I was also praying. Asking God to show up in the places my team was in. And then at the end of the day I would listen as they said, 'Oh yeah, this is what happened... someone got healed. Someone came to Jesus.' And yeah, it was not me. It was not because of me.
While I was sick, I would have super long quiet times (what else was I supposed to do?) and I was consistently in verses or books of the Bible that talked about running the race. Keep going, keep going, keep going. But how do I keep going when everything in me and around me is saying I am not doing anything?
By trusting.
There is much that has happened. A lot I was able to take part in... and right now my brain is failing me...
One thing though, was a picnic with the Kamaiya people in west Nepal. I want to do more research on them. Really learn who they are. One thing I already know though is that once they were slaves. And now they are free.
What a story. What a thing to ponder and marvel at.
Sorry my mind is so sporadic today. A lot going on and swirling around.
