Came back from Nepal on Sunday and so far there wasn't really time to update anything. Left with a little jet lag - very unusual for me travelling East to West - and a cold - very usual for people who work in a school - I am busy to keep up with the daily working routine.
We just were gon for one rice harvest season. In April the rice fields bore this young green and this time you could see the sheaves piling up on the fields. Just one rice harvest season... and I am eager to see when the spiritual harvest will began! This time we sowed more seeds but I am sure God allows them to take roots. We will see when the next rice planting season begins... because we are sure to come back.
Two things left their marks on my heart this time. Leaving for Nepal the day school finished was really a sacrifice this time. And the first week I was struggeling with many things, thinking how crazy one could be doing such a thing. But being up in the mountains, looking in the faces of our friends there reflecting the happiness to see each other again wiped all tiredness away. And then we saw the mountain range like never before. And I caught myself thinking: "You say, this time it is a sacrifice, and all the while God is sitting there, smiling and thinking, wait, I have something special for you, girl..." Or, like Paul says it in Romans: "Has anyone ever given anything to God, so that God has to pay him back? All things come from him. All things are directed by him. All things are for his good. May God be given the glory forever! Amen" (Romans 11:35.36)
Staning in between these gigantic mountain range, sourounded by 8.000 meter high peaks, you feel very, very small. I was thinking, if anybody looks down from above, they wouldn't spot me at all. But God does! He who built these incredible mountains with just one word looks down, sees me, recognizes me, loves me, knows every stone in the valley and on the mountain and every hair on my head. And believe me, I have many...
All was summed up in a quote I read and what expresses this fall time in Nepal with all the people we met, all the relationships we deepend and the new ones we built:
We just were gon for one rice harvest season. In April the rice fields bore this young green and this time you could see the sheaves piling up on the fields. Just one rice harvest season... and I am eager to see when the spiritual harvest will began! This time we sowed more seeds but I am sure God allows them to take roots. We will see when the next rice planting season begins... because we are sure to come back.
Two things left their marks on my heart this time. Leaving for Nepal the day school finished was really a sacrifice this time. And the first week I was struggeling with many things, thinking how crazy one could be doing such a thing. But being up in the mountains, looking in the faces of our friends there reflecting the happiness to see each other again wiped all tiredness away. And then we saw the mountain range like never before. And I caught myself thinking: "You say, this time it is a sacrifice, and all the while God is sitting there, smiling and thinking, wait, I have something special for you, girl..." Or, like Paul says it in Romans: "Has anyone ever given anything to God, so that God has to pay him back? All things come from him. All things are directed by him. All things are for his good. May God be given the glory forever! Amen" (Romans 11:35.36)
Staning in between these gigantic mountain range, sourounded by 8.000 meter high peaks, you feel very, very small. I was thinking, if anybody looks down from above, they wouldn't spot me at all. But God does! He who built these incredible mountains with just one word looks down, sees me, recognizes me, loves me, knows every stone in the valley and on the mountain and every hair on my head. And believe me, I have many...
All was summed up in a quote I read and what expresses this fall time in Nepal with all the people we met, all the relationships we deepend and the new ones we built:
"IF YOUR HEART SPEAKS, TAKE GOOD NOTES."
I did.
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