Well, our home has resumed to normal (at least until I leave for Uganda)… fighting, laughter, spontaneous dance parties, wrestling matches. It’s all back.
Life has definitely returned to what it was. Kids. Work. House. Dating. Juggling it all.
If I close my eyes I can still see India, but it’s starting to fade. We talk about it less and less and I miss it. Continue reading
I have the coolest story to tell you.
So, on our way home from India we had three flights and a seven hour lay over. Clearly not our finest 24 hours. By the last flight, Brooke and I were cranky and tired and just wanted to be horizontal. (Funny how your body craves that) Continue reading
Last night after dinner a few of us took off to walk the streets of Kolkata.
We usually get taxis but tonight we decided to walk a little in search of sweets. We have been warned to stay clear of any street food (and after watching how they prep I am fully in support of this), but Kolkata is known for their desserts and we figured these should be okay, right?
I know, dumb, but we did it anyways. Continue reading
Well, we arrived safely in Kolkata and there is something about this place, like a piece of art.
The hues are rich and vibrant, buildings of lime green and rusted orange, sari’s of fuchsia and yellows. This has to be one of my favorite places on earth. So full of life. Beauty.
Oh, yes the poverty is here. Make no mistake, there is no missing that, but there is beauty as well. I suppose that is all life, dear sisters, room for poverty- physical poverty- poverty of spirit- poverty of finances- and beauty- beauty in the world around us- beauty in life- beauty in laughter.
Poverty. Beauty. Dwelling side by side. Continue reading
Okay, What did you do with my Daughter (PART 5)
After a long day, my thoughts turned back to Brooke as we finished our ride in the cab. Was it a mistake to leave her while I visited the Drop in Center? I mean, I trust my team- my colleagues- but this is India.
I started to wonder how she was doing without me. After seeing girls her age… babies, just babies and how they were raised. No protection. No protection from the pains of this world. No protection of their innoncence….. Continue reading
My day in the Brothel- The Walk through
In case that I forgot that I was in a third world country, the internet went out at the hostel we were staying in, once we arrived in Kolkota. And without an Indian phone number we have been searching ever since.
So a little delayed, but here are parts 4 and 5.
I was gathering my belongings.
I was ready to return home- to my hostel. I felt light headed and drained. John, cocked his head to the side as he watched me,
“Do you still want to walk through the brothel?” Continue reading
There was no one left and I was tired.
Feeling emotionally drained yet so incredibly loved, I slowly walked back over to John’s office.
He saw me walk in, “Just one more, “ he said. Uh, really.
I mean, I loved this, but it is very emotional and I was drained and was feeling a little faint. I smiled and nodded my head, I mean how many chances do I have to do this?
Uh, like none. Continue reading
And then God decides to show up (Part 2)
We made our way into John’s office where we were joined by other staff members, sweet girls and one young man, whose names I will hold close.
He turned to me, explaining that today we would begin with a small devotion time, 5-10 minutes and then they will prayer over me and I would go with one of the staff members to walk and prayer through the brothel.
Nice. A plan. Structure. I love it. Did I mention I love agendas, like love love love agendas? They make me so happy. I know, crazy right? Continue reading
THE PLAN (Part 1)
Let me warn you, dear sisters, this is long. Like, beyond long.
I have broken it into five sections to make it more manageable, and I encourage you to read it all.
Set aside time to read it all, the parts that are hard to understand, the parts that are hard to hear.
Read it all, dear sisters, for this is our world, our brokenness, our God.
I am still trying to make sense of my last few days.
I had a plan. The people I was scheduled to meet with had a plan. And then God shows up.
Wham… Continue reading
Sometimes when I don’t know how to express all that I am feeling I write letters, letters that are never sent and often never seen by the person I address them to.
These letters give my heart space to work things out-to have a voice. It is with caution that I write this next letter because I know how deeply my heart has been touched by this woman…. Ana. Continue reading