What a beautiful group of girls!
We had the opportunity to go to this school called Belvikas for three or four nights. We spent our time with the fifteen to eighteen year olds, boys with boys, girls with girls. It took a little while for them to open up but they did and it was amazing. We shared our testimonies and encouraged them in their prayer lives. They were so sweet. They kept asking us to sing and one night I pulled out every weird trick I could possibly do with my face. They thought it was the funniest thing ever! I was ready to do anything to get them to smile, so beautiful. Their stories were very encouraging for me, their desire to stay close to God when they go home to their Hindu families and praying together every day. I gave them Daily Bread devotionals, unfortunately I only had five and they were in English, but they share and look up every word they don’t understand.
I feel so blessed to have met them. To watch them grow so much, even over just the few days we’ve been able to visit them. If they can grow this much in a few days, I can’t imagine how far they will go after a month or a year. I wish I could see where they are in a few years.
The last night we were there they were so sad to see us go. I hope they know that I care for them as well. That I won’t forget them and that they touched my life. I will miss them but perhaps we’ll cross paths again one day. Hopefully I’ll be able to spend eternity with them and forever make jokes and understand each other. It’ll be great!
The end of India means we only have one more month until our DTS is over. I’ll be graduating in Greece in no time. This time has felt so long but so fast at the same time. I feel like this is just normal now, every day life. To travel with however many people and go out almost every day to talk with people or bless a family, children, or school. It feels weird to think back to the beginning of Australia when we all met as family but had no idea who each other were. Now, here we are, 4 months later and it’s hard to think of us being anything but together doing this.
I am looking forward to going home and being finished with this chapter of my life, though. It has been a long road and a rough one. I’ve learned a lot, struggled a lot, and grown a lot. I will miss it, but I’m tired. It’s almost hard to think that I have to pack up and move and do this all over again in one more country. At the same time I do get energized with it. It’s fun and exciting. And it’s our last country and month so I’m sure it’ll be one of those “give all you got left” ‘cause this last month is a sprint. It’s been a marathon but in the form of a sprint. I know that makes no sense but that’s how it’s felt. Go, Go, Go, and pacing yourself didn’t work out so well because as soon as you’d get the schedule and routine of one country you’d pack up and head to the next. We may not have dealt with some things that normal DTS’ do, like cement floors, lots of bugs, weird food, and showers in the middle of village, but we had our own, different things to deal with; and I think it was just as difficult as any other DTS.
Egypt, here I come.
