It has been TOO long!

I AM BACK!

Wow! It has been forever since I have blogged. I am not sure why that is, in all honesty, I have been more interested in anything than dropping my thoughts into an ocean of aimless babbles. But, alas, I am here. You may not read this, but it is more for me I suppose. There is a certain peace I experience when I am able to babble on about life and love, or lack there of love or happiness or just my life in general. As I had stated before I AM BACK, new year, 2012. I went to India! I did. And wow, just wow. The people, the beauty in a country that is so forgotten. I was in love. It wasn't the Taj or the villages even, at some moments it was my team and the love and support they showed me through the whole trip. But, there is one moment I will NEVER forget...Her granddaughter's name was Chandani, she was the Grandmother. We were in a small village named Jordi and I was more than ready to keep stretching my faith. At this point i had shared my testimony, and helped with VBS and witnessed with my actions...now it was time to take a leap. More of a giant jump...afraid of what to say or how to say it. Pastor Bond was heading down to the village area where men sat there, full of dirty from their days work, sweat stoked up their shirts, as they sat on a type of stack of sticks sort deal. We walked up to them and Pastor Bond was with Minaoj, our connection in india, and translator. Bond asked if they wanted to hear about Jesus and they all agreed. Here, I watched, listened and learned how to share the word. Wow, it was so neat. All the Bible assignments, worksheets, and cliches out the window. This was the living Bible, the words from the Holy Spirit spoken through His people. So COOL! I had always thought that God rewarded the faithful men and woman, and i was right. In this moment I was shown sheer love in front of me, there was a sense of joy...and i wanted it. Not for me, not for the sake of the trip, but for the woman that sat there with her baby. Bond proceeded to lead the men to Christ, as my stomach began to turn...this was it. That feeling when "no one wants to go first" and there is a musty awkward silence...He asked if anyone would like to share to the woman here........ I kind of raised my hand, in a way where I could cover it up...my dear friend, Hannah, simply asked if we could share together to this woman. My heart raced, I was so excited. I began to talk, being the jabber-jaws I am. Hannah was a bit shy, but helped me when I paused. I had a translator so I figured it would give me time to muster up the words I would tell about my Savior. Before I knew it, I was sharing the gospel message...and some of the words just came out of my mouth...i was in awe. My heart ached with happiness, that is the best way to describe it, it felt like 100000 lbs! I remember writing in my diary that it was the coolest feeling ever and I was exploding with joy that I had another sister in Christ. So many memories in India...handing out the bracelets that several people made with me to give to them. The "5" hour bus ride...that really means 12 hours. India was nothing i expected. it was more.