
I've been thinking about it all day.
I cant believe its been a year since we boarded the plane (or shall i say planes) to India.
I remember being so terrified and excited. I didn't feel like it was real. It still doesn't feel real.
I thought i was going to India to help people and share God's love and faithfulness. I didn't realize i was the one who was going to be changed. I remember when i first got there i wanted to leave. I hated the smell and the noise and the crowds. And now ever since i left, I've wanted to return, more than anything. I Hunger. I Thirst for Calcutta.
Who knew that i could find God's true, perfect love in the midst of poverty and filth.
He did. And i think that's why i was sent.
I miss you Calcutta.