reflecting on india1:31 AM
I can't believe that today marks 4 weeks since I've been back from India. I feel like I've exhausted my words in describing my experience, and I've been left with a deep sense of gratefulness. I almost feel as though "thank you" isn't enough to say to God for giving me this opportunity, but that's what I keep saying over and over...thank you, thank you, thank you.
I went to India to tell a story through photography, but coming back I've gotten a clearer picture of just what that story needs to be about. It's about the pain and devastation that is going on in the world. It's about the things that break the heart of God. BUT it's also about the hope. It's about the people that are making a difference. It's about what God is doing in the world. Both stories must be told, and I don't believe you can have one without the other.
You know, I first went to India almost 13 years ago. It was a tough trip after which I vowed I would never go back. Those are strong words, but after a month there and another month of dealing with the parasite I brought home, I didn't see the need to subject myself to that again. Yes, there was selfishness in that, but there are plenty of other places in the world, right? I find it ironic that India was the first place God sent me to fulfill this dream of mine. My heart was softened as I saw the stories unfold right before my eyes. India, I would come back any day! Hope, I tell you, hope...