remembering india

So I was sitting out on the front porch reading, enjoying my Sunday afternoon when the cool breeze stopped and all that was left was still, quiet, warm air.  Something about the still, warm air brought India to my mind. I looked out and then kept reading. Afew minutes later it happened again, but this time, the air smelled different. Someone is burning leaves down the road, so it filled the air with smoke. The smoke mixed with the quietness of my front porch made me unable to shake the thoughts of India. When we weren't at the school teaching or seeing one of the many waterfalls or shopping with Rani...we would be at their house...usually reading. In the afternoons, the electricity would usually be out and it would be still and quiet in the house. An occasional breeze would blow that would send the smell of smoke or a different odd smell throughout the house.  Much like happened just a few minutes ago.


The two different times I was there are treasured thoughts and are the people I met I hold dear to my heart. The first time I left, I knew without a doubt, that I would be back...and sure enough, the next summer when Isaac met us at the airport, it felt like I had never left. Everything was so different, but everywhere I went there were people... who with very few I could actually communicate with...  but there were people that I longed to get to know. To catch a glimpse into their way of doing life.  Sure, there were things that frustrtated me about the culture I was experiencing...but there is so much that frustrates me about the culture I live in also. There are problems and issues everywhere, but one thing that reigns true is those who HOPE in God have confidence to face the problems and issues that come along in life. Whether that be life in Tirunelvei, India or life in _______ (you fill in the blank)

And so as I sit here on the porch typing away I can't help but know and be comforted by the promises that God is good and he loves His children. He won't ever leave us. He cares far more about us than anyone on this earth possibly could. Earth being here and earth being on the other side of the world. He doesn't love me any more or any less because I live in America. His love is constant.