To be completely truthful, it almost does not feel real. Actually, it does not feel real at all. I always "knew" that one day I may move to India and that one day I would be starting the orphanage project. But, I always thought that day was in distant the future.
I don’t think my mind comprehends that this could potentially be permanent. Perhaps that is my own fault. I am not allowing myself to look into the future. Whenever I do, a sense of panic grips me. I keep saying that we are going for "six months to a year." I am partly saying this because I have no guidance from the Lord to stay beyond a year in India at this time. But, more so, I am saying this because I am too afraid to think that this move could be longer term…or even permanent.
I have never lived in a foreign country. Although my heritage is Indian, still, Seattle is home. But, I am certain that if it is His will that I stay in India, He will cause me to feel at home in Faridabad as well. In His time.
I keep reminding myself to take one day at a time. To walk with the Lord hand in hand. To not rush ahead of Him, but also to not lag behind Him.
It is a very good thing that we delayed the trip from October 31 to November 9. There is no way we would have been ready to go on the 31st. There are still so many little things that need to be done. I have to buy a few supplies (makeup, computer parts, etc.), clean my room (the never-ending story), help my brother draft contracts for his business, etc. In the end, I have to make sure that I have not forgotten anything.
I was just thinking… We are going to arrive in India almost exactly 2 months after we left. These past two months have been a whirlwind of activity. I gave notice at my job (that was so hard to do…but everyone was so supportive). Wound up all the loose ends. Turned in my last assignment. Cleaned out my office (only if you have seen my office can you comprehend the full magnitude of the accomplishment). And walked out the doors…leaving the life of a "high power attorney" to lead the life of a simple missionary (at least for a year). Over these past two months, we traveled across the nation, to Chicago, Dallas and California for ministry. We shared at two churches in Seattle. We saw God save, heal, fill, deliver and set captives free. We witnessed as He transformed lives. Over these past two moths, we cleaned and packed and said our farewells.
This past week, I have actually been completely out of it. I have spent countless hours just sleeping. When I look back at my life…from the beginning of 2005 to now, I have barely had any time to just rest. It has just been "go…go…go!" I am not complaining. I would not trade in a single experience that I have had for anything. But, the reality is, that with the jail ministry starting up at the end of January, mall ministry starting in May, invitations to minister in various places interspersed in between, the missions trip to India, regular life activities and work…I just didn’t have time to rest. Perhaps that is why my body decided to "make the time" this past week. But it has all been good. I think that with nearly 20 hours to sleep on the plane ride to India, I will be completely rejuvenated and ready to dive into what the Lord has in store. Once we arrive in Faridabad, we will have a couple of days to get over the jet lag.
Our first home meeting is tentatively scheduled for November 13.
Well, I had better get up and start crossing things off of my "to do" list. There is so much to do and so little time in which to do it. But, everything always gets done…doesn’t it?
Scripture for the Day:
24 Now to Him who is able to keep you from stumbling, and to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding joy, 25 To God our Savior, Who alone is wise, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and forever. Amen. Jude 1:24-25.