Life in Nepal is different.
It looks like praying that the street dogs don’t bark so you can get some much needed rest at night. It looks like sharing a small flat with 14 strangers. It looks like bucket showers every few days. It looks like hand washing laundry on the roof and praying it doesn’t rain so your clothes can actually dry. It looks like peanut butter and jelly sandwiches every day. It looks like dirty hair and blistered feet. It looks like walking (a LOT). It looks like a van fit for 15 passengers carrying 23. It looks like teaching English and dancing with kids in the slums. It looks like late dinners and hard sleeps.
It’s different. It doesn’t look like home, and it doesn’t look like the comforts that my flesh craves.
But in all of the hard things, there is a sweetness that only my Jesus could show me.
Life here is waking up early to the sound of street dogs, and sitting on the roof to watch the fog roll in over the hills as you spend time in God’s word. It’s community with 14 strangers who are quickly becoming family. It’s cold bucket showers, laughing at the fact that none of us could have imagined being in this place this time last year. It’s washing your laundry on the roof while talking about life and Jesus with your new best friends. It’s peanut butter and jelly every day, eaten in the moments between ministry tasks that make your heart sing. It’s long conversations with teammates as you walk from place to place. It’s dance parties on cramped buses, laughing at ourselves and unashamedly making every bus ride an adventure.
Life in Nepal is different.
It’s sweeter than I could have imagined.
it’s community.
it’s service.
it’s worship.
it’s intimacy with the Lord.
it’s a wild, sometimes stinky, but always sweet life. and i’m so thankful that i get to live it.
