Do You Remember?

The past few days I have been thinking about India a lot. Between finishing up my senior project (a documentary about my trip) and talking to my friend Jerin (see previous posts), it seems like I've thought of nothing except India. And I miss it.

I miss these precious faces SO badly, it almost hurts. Hearing them call me "Auntie" and share hugs and kisses and so much joy. I want to teach them. I'm sure they'd be excellent students. I mean, they do their homework FIRST thing when they get home. Having them sit on my lap and sound out their English homework, so proud to show it off. It was refreshing to know that I wasn't the only person in the world who finds pleasure in learning something new and sharing it with others. I miss all of them.

Jerin asked me if I would ever live there. And I'm not sure. It would be really hard for me. It's dirty and men are aggressive and it's loud, but it's beautiful and when you find believers you can lean on it's so encouraging and the culture is so vibrant and exciting.

I want to go back. I hope I get to one day. For now I have my pictures and film and journal entries, and dreams of college and studying abroad. I have no idea where God is going to take me in life, or who He's going to send me with, but I know it's going to be some grand adventure. And He'll give me so many unique opportunities; I can feel it in my bones.

I wanna hear about one of your most life changing experiences. That piece of your journey where you look back and smile and cry and scream all at the same time and then say, "it was sooo worth it".