Mungeli,
India
Saturday, February 21, 2009
My physical presence is back at home but my mind is still in Mungeli. I was not ready to leave on Thursday when we packed our bags and started the (not kidding) 40 hour journey back home, including one 3 hour ambulance ride, 3 different flights (2 1/2 hours, 9 1/2, and 8 1/2), another bus ride in London, etc. My heart is heavy as I think of all that I have left behind, all the experiences I no longer get to see, all the time that we did not get to make a bigger impact--on them and on ourselves. Two weeks was just not enough time. We barely scratched the surface of all we wanted to do and experience. However, I will say that every 15 minutes was a new experience. There was no routine and we were constantly amazed at meeting new people, seeing incredible things, and having our idea of God and love expand and grow and explode all boundaries. I am sure that it will take a couple of days or weeks, or more to fully sink in as I remember conversations, surgeries, patients, students, and the sights, sounds, and smells. But for now, I have not been in a bed in over 3 days, so I am going to head that way now. I promise I will post more back stories soon from what I have been journaling all along. Just wanted you to know I am safe and healthy and back in the states. My heart is still in India, and it may take awhile before for it to come back here with me. I know that a part of it will always stay there with the Henry's, nurses, patients, friends, and more. I hope to return soon, and perhaps take some of you, so you too can hear the call from God and experience what it means to "come and see" God working in and through these people. Thanks for following along with the blogs and for all the prayers.
Peace.
