Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Pray for #Nepal
I ransacked my storage closet this morning trying to find pictures of my trip to Nepal. This country holds a special place in my heart, and the very places deeply affected by the earthquake are also the very places I spent two weeks of my life.
I went to Nepal in 1999 when I was just a young thang pretty much straight out of high school. I had just begun to date my husband (he stayed home). But I traveled across the ocean to land in Thailand and Nepal. The rundown, dirty airport in Kathmandu, the air clouded with pot-smokers in the dirt alleyways, Mount Everest and Annapurna in the foreground of every morning's sunrise, and the people.
The people of Nepal are beautiful, warm, inviting, and I love them.
I don't really even feel like sharing stories this morning. I think of the ones I met and pray they are still safe, their children are alive, their families aren't buried beneath the rubble of the earthquake. I contemplate the young girl who trailed behind us as we hiked the foothills of the mountains. The girl I shared a banana with. She would probably be in her twenties now. Is she alive? Is she dead?
These are the questions inspired by the haunting realization that Nepal will never be the same. And yet, somehow, in tragedy, God whispers ...
May they hear His voice.