My life so far has been touched by Your grace

I sit here and this "setting" reminds me of Kolkata - loosely of course because I turn off the fan and lay on a white bedspread ... but a dim light, with my headphones in to aaron strumpel, night, and writing on the computer to direct my thoughts, if I have any real ones.

I'm amazed to realize the passion God has placed in my insides for India as a whole. A thing realized in the last year. I like to hear people affirm this passion in me, they don't even know sometimes they do it - but as I am finding my way back to the country it is a word of joy.
Tomorrow I make coffee. Sunday and the next Sunday I speak in two different churches, in two different states. And in a few short weeks I will be relaxing among my new colleagues in Nebraska country - getting to know new souls and reuniting with already loved ones. I am very looking forward to this time - driving across country with two friends yet unmet, and reflecting on our faith as a community. Getting to join in this retreat is a gift, for me one who is still anticipating the field for myself.

I haven't spelled any more words since I learned to spell the city, I actually haven't practiced much writing lately. Only occasionally, and speaking to myself in the language... which is still something.

I have not been a student for a year now; I learn every day. Reading, writing, praying, speaking, listening ... I am being taught.

the water's supply is endless

As I wait to fall asleep my mind continues to revisit the moments of this day. I sit here in awe of what has taken place in this day - that I could speak on behalf of my friends. Not only speak but dialogue about where they are coming from, what actually is their situation. What a beautiful thing to sit and speak about these women, to speak of and dream and pray over their freedom. What a beautiful message that we are all offered the water that gives life. I'm in awe of this truth. I love this truth, what a thing to receive, what a thing to pass on.