Thursday, November 19, 2015

Nothing's Mature at the Time it is Born

It has been a long time since I've written more of my story. So much has happened that draws my heart back to Nepal. It was a time of seed planting, watering, and not seeing anything mature.

Yet in the last two months something amazing has happened. Through Facebook, many of Kissan's Tharu children and grandchildren have found us! We've been having daily contact with them and even chatting and  talking on the phone ... in Tharu. We have found they all survived the earthquake, but are suffering from the Nepal-India border sanctions. BUT several are following Jesus. There is even a church in our village. So hard to imagine. All we left with Kissan was the book of Mark and half of Genesis. Then Kissan's letter came, soon after we settled in California, telling us how he had decided he, too, would follow Jesus.

This story goes on in future blogs, but for now, another serendipity: I found a whole batch of pictures and slides from our time in Nepal ... and now we have received some recent ones that our Tharu friends have sent. So, before moving on to the "rest of the story," here are some pics and memories of those years planting and watering and seeing nothing mature.

First, a series of pictures Jonathan drew for one of his kindergarten assignments. The kids were asked (Thank you, Heather Wells!) to draw where they lived in their villages and what it was like. I love these pics! The next blog will be the recently discovered photos with captions. Enjoy!














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