This summer, a team of thirteen individuals- including myself- had the opportunity to travel to India. Taking what information we could gather from a mere five team trainings along with a huge passion for God, we embarked on a trip that was scheduled to last for ten days. Having this clear image in our minds that we would impact so many people and change so many lives, we set off that Thursday morning so excited to see God's kingdom grow. But of course, God had something different in mind.
Itinerary set for us to drive to a new school every day and have meetings with managers and directors for different programs, our week ended with us tired of asking "Hi, what's your name?" and "What's your favorite color?". We were in a constant cycle of greeting new faces and accepting hospitality, a constant cycle of asking where our place was in this whole thing. Instead of sharing testimonies, we shared smiles. Instead of leading people to the cross, we led games of tag and dodgeball.
And while it was great and all to be able to encourage those kids and managers with our presence and prayers, it was still a little discouraging to my team and I that we couldn't build relationships with any of the kids, that we couldn't speak openly about our faith.
But looking back on it, my team and I agreed on one thing. Though we couldn't impact the people of India as much as we wanted to, the people of India had a pretty big impact on us.
So for the next couple of posts, be ready for me to continue to dive deeper into lessons learned and experiences lived through.