I can’t sleep. It’s well past midnight, and I can’t shut down my mind. For the last few nights, I have been dreaming about the slums of Kolkata. I have been seeing images and remembering the difficult things I saw back in 2009.
I am leaving Tuesday for India. I am taking a church group to a Compassion project in a town called Kalimpong, which is situated in the northeastern part of India, up in the foothills of the Himalayas. We will spend three nights in Kalimpong and then I will fly back to Kolkata and stay there by myself, while the church group flies on to another destination in India to meet another ministry partner. I will spend about 30 hours in Kolkata…. by myself.
So, I admit, I am stepping out of my comfort zone. Actually, this is my third time to India, and each time I have traveled to India, I step out of my comfort zone.
It is tempting just to stay locked up in the hotel all day while I am in Kolkata, but then it feels like a wasted day.
Therefore, I got in touch with a woman who runs a ministry in one of the poorest slums of Kolkata. I will be delivering shoes to women and children who need them desperately. Many of the people have skin diseases because they don’t have shoes. I will be in the slums of Kolkata next Monday….out of my comfort zone, but delivering shoes to make happy feet!
I know what the slums are like in India. I have seen them before and I know it will be hard. I know how dark the slums feel. I have seen evil in the slums, I have seen despair. Part of me is excited at the opportunity to see this ministry and drop shoes. The other part of me feels a bit anxious to be without a group of Americans to process and share the experience with.
I find comfort in being with others. I am stepping out of my comfort zone. Have I said that enough?
I laid in bed tonight and remembered some children I had met the last time I was there. My heart was broken; my mind was overwhelmed with the sights and sounds of Kolkata’s slums and the mass of humanity. I saw joy in those that had faith, in the midst of the deepest darkest poverty. I experienced spiritual darkness similar to Haiti. It’s hard to describe. Am I scared?
Spiritually, I have been preparing.
India is so far from home; the mother in me feels the heart tug. It’s hard leaving the security of a husband and three beautiful girls.
It’s exciting to travel.
It’s a wonderful experience to be with Compassion kids and I love this ministry.
It’s a long flight!
I wrote another post today that I never finished. It had nothing to do with India, but since I couldn’t sleep, I felt like I just needed to get this out and share my soul a little bit.
Thank you Lord for always being with me and never leaving me. I love you so much, I love that you watch over me, you are my Constant Companion. You are faithful. I praise you Lord, I pray you remind me of your presence daily, especially when I am alone.
We need you God.
I pray for our sisters and brother in India who serve you. Give them their daily bread for strength. Thank you Lord.
I think I can sleep now… Goodnight.
(forgive all my typo’s please, it’s late)
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