Children and India bumper cars

Children and India Bumper Cars

So this blog I wrote a few days ago but there was a problem when I tried to post it, so do over!

So yesterday was another amazing day in India. We spent our time at the Children’s home with 34 beautiful kids! These are the children that many ladies at NorthPointe have sponsored, including myself. We were royally welcomed (as we have been at nearly every place now) with singing and dancing. Three children (each carrying a different blessing) walked around to each of us and in their own way blessed and welcomed us. One carrying a candle, one marked our foreheads with a red liquid and the last child gifted us with a rose. It was overwhelmingly sincerely and beautiful. They were SO excited to see us and unlike the children in the slums, these kids wanted to climb on our laps and talk to us and it was frustrating to hear them clearly ask us questions and not be able to understand. Our interpreter was the founders daughter and she was a wonderful young lady. She broke down into tears when she talked about how much she’s loves her adopted brother, it was moving. We spoke with her about what the children need and want and she said that they have clothes and some toys but they (the teachers) want to focus their efforts on studies…and it was evident that they do, as these children are extremely smart, reading in English and some even writing as well. I can’t even say that I can do that! When we first arrived I was anxious to see the child I sponsor and I recognized her right way and began to weep…..tears of happiness streaming down my face as I internally worshiped my mighty God who has brought me so far on this journey. I was excited to see her and touch her little face and be in the presence of her smile. My body ached to tell her that my family sponsors her but I was told not too because many kids had not been sponsored and it would cause a problem to share that. I’m sure she wondered why I gave her a lot of my attention. We sat together in the afternoon and I taught her how to fold a piece of paper into a boat….she loved it and we wrote our names on it. She would shyly giggle and whisper words I couldn’t understand in my ear and although I hated that I couldn’t understand her, I knew by her eyes that it was a special message just for me and so loved this moment together. We were all touched by this day and the time we got to play freely with the children. I know a lot of our hearts ached for our own kids to meet these wonderful faces and to bridge the gap in our cultures. I long to hold my boys and kiss them and tell them how amazing it is to serve a God that loves us so much that he gave his only child up for our lives. The greatest expression of love is to lay down your life for another.

So about the bumper cars…..WOW!! Today was a terrible, terrible day in the car. It was insanity! The drivers seemed to be in a race to get to our destination and we were in the middle of that craziness. The car I was in was rear-ended and when we turned to see by whom we realized that it was the rest of our team….ah, ya. The exhaust was thick and between the swerving, stopping and speeding I was having a very hard time. It took everything in me to get through that drive. On the way back I had a panic attack and began shaking and having problems breathing, I just started to pray saying “dhanybad Jesu” which means “thank you Jesus”. I chanted this in my mind over in over begging God to just get me home so I could lay down! I was so embarrassed as I broke down in tears on the steps of our home….everyone standing around us. Oh well, what are you gonna do.

We are headed down to breakfast and then off to another day with the children. It has been a blessing far surpassing to find my worth and peace so far from home. God is God whether you’re in American or India. He is mighty, capable, loving and enduring. As they say here in India “Praise the Lord”!

KimThree children (each carrying a different blessing) walked around to each of us and in their own way blessed and welcomed us. One carrying a candle, one marked our foreheads with a red liquid and the last child gifted us with a rose. It was overwhelmingly sincerely and beautiful. They were SO excited to see us and unlike the children in the slums, these kids wanted to climb on our laps and talk to us and it was frustrating to hear them clearly ask us questions and not be able to understand. Our interpreter was the founders daughter and she was a wonderful young lady. She broke down into tears when she talked about how much she’s loves her adopted brother, it was moving. We spoke with her about what the children need and want and she said that they have clothes and some toys but they (the teachers) want to focus their efforts on studies…and it was evident that they do, as these children are extremely smart, reading in English and some even writing as well; I can’t even say that I can do that! When we first arrived I was anxious to see the child I sponsor and I recognized her right way and began to weep…..tears of happiness streaming down my face as I internally worshiped my mighty God who has brought me so far on this journey. I was excited to see her and touch her little face and be in the presence of her smile. My body ached to tell her that my family sponsors her but I was told not too because many kids had not been sponsored and it would cause a problem to share that. I’m sure she wondered why I gave her a lot of my attention. We sat together in the afternoon and I taught her how to fold a piece of paper into a boat….she loved it and we wrote our names on it. She would shyly giggle and whisper words I couldn’t understand in my ear and although I hated that I couldn’t understand her, I knew by her eyes that it was a special message just for me and so loved this moment together. We were all touched by this day and the time we got to play freely with the children. I know a lot of our hearts ached for our own kids to meet these wonderful faces and to bridge the gap in our cultures. I long to hold my boys and kiss them and tell them how amazing it is to serve a God that loves us so much that he gave his only child up for our lives. The greatest expression of love is to lay down your life for another.

So about the bumper cars…..WOW!! Today was a terrible, terrible day in the car. It was insanity! The drivers seemed to be in a race to get to our destination and we were in the middle of that craziness. The car I was in was rear-ended and when we turned to see by whom we realized that it was the rest of our team….ah, ya. The exhaust was thick and between the swerving, stopping and speeding I was having a very hard time. It took everything in me to get through that drive. On the way back I had a panic attack and began shaking and having problems breathing, I just started to pray saying “dhanybad Jesu” which means “thank you Jesus”. I chanted this in my mind over in over begging God to just get me home so I could lay down! I was so embarrassed as I broke down in tears on the steps of our home….everyone standing around us. Oh well, what are you gonna do.

We are headed down to breakfast and then off to another day with the children. It has been a blessing far surpassing to find my worth and peace so far from home. God is God whether you’re in American or India. He is mighty, capable, loving and enduring. As they say here in India “Praise the Lord”!

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