Just a glimpse of what’s to come! Our book is nearing it’s final stages of completion, and I just wanted to share one page with you so you have some idea what the layout will be like.
The picture of my girls was taken on one of my saddest days in India. We were visiting a new village and our presence there turned into sort of this mob/parade thing. The girls were pretty freaked out by it, so Raj wanted to give them a job to do. He asked someone to help them learn how to get the water from a well like kids their age would do in a village in India. The girls got very excited and grabbed their jugs. All at once, the parade-like atmosphere ended, and the people dispersed. We were so confused. One of the men quietly said to Raj, “There is no water here. We don’t have any water in our well”. There were hundreds of people in this village, and no water.
The symbolism struck me as profound. Here I was carrying my 2 liter water bottle, taking long gulps of it whenever I was thirsty, and these people had no water at all. That moment birthed a desire in me to Share The Well. We have Water that is eternal life welling up in us that we must share. People are dying of thirst all over the world. That moment sealed my determination to be the voice for these people, dying from thirst physically and spiritually.
Our book, Share The Well, comes out next month! Can’t wait until we can Share The Well with you.
Standing beside these beautiful women is one of the greatest honors of my life. I am so grateful to God for allowing me to see a dream fulfilled this side of Heaven by bringing some hope, some encouragement, some of God’s spirit to the darkest places.
When I was sweating to death in Kalavai, walking around from here to there, I thought to myself, “My favorite Me is when I am with them”. I know that sounds strange, but I know down to my toes that walking among the poor is where I am meant to be. When my girls and husband go with me to these places, I feel like I am missing nothing, and I am totally “in the zone”.
When I say, I am bringing them hope, I am not saying it is by anything I am doing. God is alive and at work in the places we have visited. Nothing I do or don’t do can change that. My job is to tell their stories, so women like Miss Lily, Manju, and others are encouraged and don’t feel so alone. Giving a voice to these women who have no voice…that is the greatest honor of my life so far, outside of being married to Rob and having 3 amazing girls of my own.
I’m not packing up and moving to India, but my heart is there. My thoughts go there frequently throughout the day. I’m giving what I can when I can to beautiful women like you see above.
While we were in India, we spent many, many hours travelling by car to the different areas the church planters lived. The girls made the best of their time by entertaining us all with their “musical genius”.
This first video is of them singing “The Climb” as we traveled up the mountain to the Hill Station we visited.
This video is one they made up while we were on our way to OHare in Chicago. The traffic was the worst I’ve seen in years. Glad my little cherubs know how to entertain themselves on our long car rides.
Whitney and Maddie meeting some of the little girls from Kalavai
I couldn’t understand this little girl’s name, but her and Belle are kindred spirits. They played together the whole time. They were both equally silly and fun. The little girl is 8, and Belle is 6. Quite a difference in size!
Me and Miss Lilly. I look like a towering giant compared to this giant in the faith. Miss Lilly was the first and only Christian in her village. She prayed and prayed for her village. It is beyond my comprehension that because of her prayers, I am standing with her today. Crazy.
Maddie fell in love with Chandra. They were best buds all afternoon.
Whitney blew up around 20 beach balls for the children to decorate. One little boy came back to her devastated that his had a hole in it. Whit told me, “I was so sad for the boy, and I prayed to God to help me figure out how to help him. God gave me the idea to put a sticker on the hole, and it fixed it!” I have never been more proud of her.
Maddie took photos of all the children to make I.D. cards for them. In India, if you have a legit I.D. card, you gain recognition and status. Maddie made that possible for a few dozen girls today. I could not be more proud of her.
We ended our time together with prayers and fireworks! The children jumped for joy every time one went off. I have to say, the sparkler thing made me a little nervous, but we only let the older kids have them.
I was kissed and hugged a million times before we left. Kalavai is so close to my heart. God truly resides with these broken, outcast people. Being with them is a glimpse of Heaven on Earth. It was a really great day.
We were on our way down the mountain from the Hill Station yesterday when Raj suggested we stop by a small museum to look around. When we were getting back into the van, we were suddenly surrounded by monkeys. I thought they were going to take us all down! It was pretty funny, and I was glad I had the cheap-o iPhone video app.