This is my darling treasure, Larisa. She had her arms wrapped around my neck like that for two straight days. :) I miss her. I think the kids at Sandra's home was the final tug at my heartstrings that I needed to convince me I would come back to live and work there one day. Sarah and Hannah said they can't see me staying there, but mom said as soon as I got back and shared my heart about what happened, she knew that I would go back eventually. That made my heart sing. I said earlier, I just felt at home there, I didn't feel like a foreigner.
Latha and Suresh are building a school and want students to come during the summer for 3-6 months and teach english, math, or Bible. I have to sit back and laugh at God for his detailed preparedness. How many times growing up did I say I wanted to teach math or english? More than I can count. So as soon as Latha told us this I wanted to immediately tell her I would come and stay. Of course, I have to first give it to God. And I know I may not come back next summer, or even the one after that, but I pray with all my heart that I return some day, and that I get to see Larisa again, and that she remembers me. I know that sounds like an awful lot to ask...I feel that way myself. But that's what's in my heart, so... I'm going to ask my Father for it, like the princess/daughter and heir to the throne that I am.
Which brings me to the states.... This is a hard concept for me to grasp...asking God for whatever is on your heart... because I don't like asking my earthly parents for things...it makes me feel selfish and greedy. Of course, pride is the biggest factor. I don't want to have to hear "no" especially when it's a logical reason like we can't afford it or it's not safe or it's just not healthy spiritually or emotionally. Cause then I feel like I should have known better...well, anyway you look at it....it's pride.
Now that I've gone on a tangent....haha. I really miss South Asia. But I have to remember to praise Jesus for what He is doing here, in my life, and everywhere around me. So today, I have tried to literally praise him when I get discouraged or just sad. I think of the pastors and children in South Asia all together shouting "Halle-lujah" and I say it under my breath or in my heart. And it always brings a smile to my face and a song to my heart. Jesus is worthy of our praise no matter where we are or what we're doing. I think that is the key to "blooming where you're planted" as my dear Sarah would say. :)
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