I received a call from work on Saturday saying I need to leave for nepalgunj on Monday. I get to work on Monday and I learn that we’ve got quite a bit of travelling to do. I had no problem with that. Later I learned that we are headed to bardiya on the same day. We reach nepalgunj at around 5pm, we then head to Gullariya. It was getting dark and the whole journey was bumpy but I was enjoying every bit of it. I just couldn’t stop thinking about the wonderful works of God. At the same time I couldn’t help but wonder if all the people back here really knew Jesus at all- the chances I thought was very little. So I was asking God the entire journey, what was the reason behind me being here besides work, what was I being used for really because I know that God doesn’t let a single experience of ours go to waste and then I remembered Luke 10:2 (NIV) “He told them, “The harvest is plentiful, but the workers are few. Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.” And then I really began praying and asking God what this was really about and what is it that he wants me to do, all I cared about was to give him my undivided attention and during the whole journey I felt like as though time was running out and there was just a lot thats needed to be done.

The training for conflict affected women began the next day, it was an interesting day where one lady sang a song about the hurt of a missing family member and all of a sudden a couple of women started crying. It was such a heavy moment, room full of broken, empty, hurtful and hopeful hearts and I just felt so helpless at that moment. Nothing made sense to me for a while, we talk about rights and laws and empowerment and what not and we give it our best we try our best to find justice find the answers but all the efforts go to waste when the answer, help and healing is just a prayer and belief away! There’s truly much to be done.

We were to head to another district on (5th feb) Wednesday, so right before lunch I suddenly had a gastritis attack, the pain was so bad and at a time when we were about to leave. As I was waiting for lunch, there was an old lady who was next to me and was talking about losing her two sons to conflict, as much as I wanted to really listen to her I just couldn’t because the pain I was going through was way overhead. Then a table was free so we shifted there to have lunch, at that moment I couldn’t do anything so I just closed my eyes with my hands around my stomach and started praying. When I had finished the food was already served and the elderly lady had also just finished bowing her head and our eyes happened to meet and she said ‘ma biswasi ho tai bhayera khanu bhanda agadi prathana gareko’ and I wasn’t sure what she meant so I asked her ‘biswasi bhanda kheri?’ and she replied ‘christian’ then all of a sudden there was like firecrackers in my heart I was so thrilled!!! So I said ‘ma pani biswasi ho’ and then we just were like best of buddies after that. Lol. I asked her how she found Jesus and she said she was in surkhet when she was trying to get some justice for the loss of her two sons and how she met a pastor and how he shared the good news with her and while she was saying this her voice was cracking and she was almost in tears. She also went onto explain how she was abandoned by her family members for being a Christian and as sad as it was, I told her God is enough for us, he’s going to take care of you and she knew that as well… the whole experience just suddenly made sense to me I was like ‘NOW WE’RE TALKING’ haha… and she was telling me how there are a couple of churches in the area and she’s also giving out her space for fellowship back in her village, it was just amazing. Before I knew it my extreme stomache pain was gone, I was just overjoyed, I really didn’t care if my colleagues were listening to my extra excited conversation. After we were done with food it was time for us to leave for Kanchanpur, so I bid her farewell and what the ‘ama’ said was just so sweet and it just made me feel happier. It may sound cheesy to many but here’s what she said- if we don’t meet again in this life, we are sure going to meet in heaven. And I was like oh yes definitely. We left with smiles on our faces.

On our way to kanchanpur, we got a flat tyre in the middle of nowhere, had to wait until another car picked us up, back at the hotel now- total ‘culture’ shock happening here, from a small hotel in gullariya to this massive clean expensive hotel with AC and what not… down with mild migrane but as I type these words… I am full of smiles. God is for real.

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