As you know, God has asked me to follow him to India. Depending on if you know me and for how long, you may already know what a process this has been! Before meeting Ben I considered myself a very adventurous person, but, though the old me would be ashamed to see it, I quickly settled into the comfort and security of marriage and ministry in the mild United States.
When I met Ben, who is Indian, I knew the Indian culture would be a part of my life, but I predicted it would be a very small part. As each year went by, I granted India a still bigger area in my heart and mind, but kept sturdy walls in place to make sure it stayed where it was supped to be – safely on the other side of the ocean.
On my first trip to India, which was just to visit an enormous set of in-laws that I was terrified of meeting, I prayed my visa would get denied, so badly did I not want to go. Of course it didn’t, and I did, eating curries and lots of bananas and mangos as I struggled to communicate with my new family who knew nothing of my safe, convenient, happy life in America’s heartland.
Through other visits, but mainly through hard-fought (by Jesus, not me) spiritual growth, God allowed me to realize that India is more than a part of my in-law relationships – it is a part of me and my son and God’s plan for our life and ministry.
When we decided to move here, my mom reminded me that she often prayed that I would be a blessing to others, and that even though it was hard, she knew she had to send me to India so I could bless people here. As special as that is to me, I have to be honest and say I feel like I am doing a lot less blessing others and a lot more striving to make a life here for my family. I pray that as we settle and trust God and wait on Him, my own niche of ministry and blessing would be carved out.
Will you walk that path with me?
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