Dear India,
We started missing you before we even left
You are more alive than any place I've ever been
You are not the desert I dreamt you up to be
No, you are sopping wet with spirituality
You're just in need of a Gardener
to wade through the muddy waters
and seek out the truth
You have shattered my alabaster heart
My eyes cannot take in all the pain
My mind does not know where to start
and yet your joy is abundant
Singing when He comes I shall be like Him
on chaotic streets and in crowded homes
I feel known by people I've never met before
Dear India,
I haven't stopped praying for your children
For all that is and all that has never been
Wishing I could scoop up all the wide eyes,
wild hair, and eager smiles in my arms-
I am far too small
But I know my Father holds them all
My Mother sings them sweet songs of someday
You are spilling over with bright colors, wandering eyes
Trash piled up, magnificent sights
You are coated with more visible contradiction
than I've ever seen
And yet you've led us to search for authenticity
You leap into prayer fearlessly
I've never encountered so much trust-
a faith that heals wounds that run deep
Dear India,
We will be back
Maybe not our feet but in our minds and our hearts
We will revisit you day after day after day
Boldly praying in expectation of change
Your people will be renamed
Instead of carving idols out of the stones of iniquities
we pray that Jesus will flood in to wash your dusty feet
Your women shall be dignified
Love shall rise
We'll toss flower petals in the wind singing,
No more pain, I shall be like Him
Amen.
