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So our trip is about two-thirds of the way through. Some things have been what I have expected; some things have been very different from what I was expecting. I came on this trip trying to not have expectations, but I think that is humanly impossible. The thing that most is different from what I was anticipating is actually ministry itself.

For a while I was frustrated with our ministry options. I wanted to get out there on the streets and speak bold truth. I wanted to provide for beggars and the poor, but instead we get to sit in the houses of lepers and a struggling pastor and drink chai and eat biscuits. It felt like the opposite of what I came here to do, but then I had to remember that  I really came here to do God's will. If that is sitting with lepers and drinking chai and playing with their children, if that is praying for the beggars that come up to our car windows as we drive through Delhi instead of handing them some coins, if that is teaching children addition and the alphabet, I am going to say, "Yes God."

I have started to figure out that I don't have to have any answers for all of the brokenness I encounter. All that I need is a God who hears me, who speaks to me, who is sovereign, and who is supremely good. 

This is a poem I wrote about my wrestling with this issue: