Our Extraordinary Pilgrimage to Nepal
This is Gene’s and my fourth trip to Nepal in ten years. Each time we return I feel more at home. I love the people and am so blessed to call so many my friends
This is Gene’s and my fourth trip to Nepal in ten years. Each time we return I feel more at home. I love the people and am so blessed to call so many my friends
God found me hidden in a Himalayan hut – and assured me that He saw me there. The knowledge that I was in His sights gave me the strength needed to persevere.
Life gives us countless reasons to be discontent. But the Lord’s promises and His presence in our lives give us every reason to turn it around.
I will choose instead to praise God with my whole heart. I will focus my eyes not on my circumstances but on His strength, and I will walk out the Truth
Why should my life be so different than a Nepalese woman’s life because I was born in Alberta? I don’t understand. And yet I must trust that God is in control.
God’s word tells us to give thanks in everything. And after returning to Nepal, I realize afresh how easy that should be for me.
I chose to thank God for my mud and rock hut, the neighbors who stopped by daily, and their patience. As I began to express gratitude, God changed my heart.
Have you ever sensed God asking you to do something that scared you witless? I have. I’m thankful for those experiences because they grew my faith.
We need to shed our comfortable Christianity and start living in a way that forces us to depend on God’s power to survive if we want to grow in our faith.
My, oh my, what a day this was! It began in India when we woke up at 4:00 a.m. and ended nearly 20 hours later in Kathmandu, Nepal.
The day ended with dinner at our Indian travel agent’s home. We had a delightful time together enjoying a true Nepalese banquet prepared by the agent’s wife.
The road snaked above the clouds. Finally we rounded a bend and were greeted with a colorful bazaar located on a pristine lake.
We completed the first class, and then the women decided they’d like to have a class about keeping their marriages healthy. I quickly shifted mental gears.
These women sounded like an angelic choir singing in the Sema language. I sat in silence, humbled by the passion with which they sang.
The women entered the room and smiled shyly at me as they took their seats. Some wore blue jeans; others wore traditional dress made of woven fabric.
Gene and I are having a grand time using our Nepalese language again. After more than two decades not speaking it, the words return with surprising ease.
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