I was talking to Rooms (Rebecca) the other day about how Kira is one of those people I could be around all the time and never get sick of because she truly is so caring.
So Kira leaves in July for the World Race. And I am so excited for her, honestly I am.
But I am also bummed.
Very bummed.
I don't want to say goodbye to such a great friend.
And our Discipleship times are sweet and I can't imagine not having that. Last year another great, godly girl discipled me and now she is on the mission field as well. Why do they all keep leaving me?
No, I really know that God is going to use Kira in some awesome ways and that maybe he'll even teach me a thing or to as I try to vicariously live my life through her for the next year.
I'm in a phase right now where it is very hard to see a lot of my friends "going". This time last year I was getting ready for India and was so excited (ok very nervous as well) about going there. And now I am depressed that it's not my turn now to "go". It's my turn to stay and to be poured into and to grow and to really enjoy time with family and friends. But it's hard.
I think back to last year on June 3 when I met my team and was wondering if I would ever click with any of those people. Now I can't help but cry when I think of how much I miss that odd group of 17 people. Sure we didn't all get along and there were days when I wanted to scream if I didn't even get 5 minutes of alone time. But community was goood. Real goooood. Community grew me and stretched me in ways I never knew before. I learned how to relate to others that came from completely different lifestyles. I was challenged to grow spiritually by them and I was able to hopefully encourage them as well.
Like the first time I got sick. I woke up on our first day of ministry very nauseous. I somehow made it downstairs and layed there on the floor during prayer. I thought I would be okay so I grabbed my backpack and got into the jeep. Bad idea. A nauseous stomach and Indian roads do not go very well together at all. Riding down a road in India is like a rollercoaster, you never know what is going to happen. So needless to say when we finally got home that night I was very happy to run upstairs to my bed and crash. I didn't get out of that bed till the next day. During that time my team really loved on me. Someone always made sure that I had a cool washcloth (which means pretty frequently because of the heat) and that the fan was blowing on me. Jennifer Nelson was like my mom trying to make me drink Gatorade or eat bread (sorry Jen but I wasn't too successful). And then the next day when I realized getting out of bed was not going to happen my leader Carly stayed home with me. I ended up sleeping the whole morning and felt so much better that I ate a peanut butter and jelly sandwhich. We were going to the market that afternoon to get fabric for our punjabi's (Indian women's clothing) and I really though I was feeling better so off I went. Bad idea #2. The heat and sun were too much for me and I began to feel sick again. I have never felt so weak in my life. Jen helped me pick some fabric (which I actually love now) when making a decision was not an easy thing. Then as we walked around a little more I started to get woozy. (This was probably actually pretty funny to watch but it was not fun at the moment). Ted grabbed a chair from somewhere and made me sit and Laura stayed with me, singing some songs to me (she has a beautiful voice). Needless to say it wasn't my favorite day there but now it really speaks volumes of love.
I can see how my team was there for me and how in the midst of this strange, scary, odd place full of stinky people and cows I had people who were going to back me up. We had so many hard times, yes. But they are always overshadowed by the times where we couldn't stop laughing or worshiping our Saviour.
Right now I am praying that I will live by the motto "bloom where you're planted". For now, I am planted in Boone and then Raleigh in less than 6 months (it's crazy!). I find that in life I am always waiting for the next thing. Last year this time it was India. Then when I was over there it was home. And now I'm not always sure where it's for, which I think is the hardest yet. Friends often ask me if I will go back to India and my answer is always yes. If God shows me an opportunity to go I will jump on it. The thing is He hasn't shown me yet. So here I wait. Praying, thinking, and wondering when the time will come.
God has taught me that waiting shouldn't be full of doing nothing, that I should be living a full life HERE and that my ministry and reach is for NOW.
Until then, here are some pictures I am going to re-share.
when you have no TV or normal forms of entertainment you come up with interesting ways to entertain yourself. apparently hanging a teammate's bear is a great idea.
5 girls, one Red fort, one silly picture
after which all these asian boys ran up and asked if they could take pictures with us
one of them even took a picture like he was proposing to Jen (far right) oh dear
after which all these asian boys ran up and asked if they could take pictures with us
one of them even took a picture like he was proposing to Jen (far right) oh dear
swimming in a river in which the current was way too strong and we busted our legs multiple times. and we heard noises from behind a bush and ran. hahaha