So here we are at the last week of our great trip in India. It's amazing that it's been a three weeks already. I feel like we just got here too. And it's also hard because I feel that we are just starting to have a great relationship with the people and the kids here and now it's time for us to depart. Ever since this week started the kids will always ask "Auntie, Auntie, When you leave?" When I tell them Saturday they always frown and say it's to soon. I feel the same. It's also hard because for some of these kids we are about as close as family. They only get to see their parents once a month and then are here for the rest of the time with us. It's hard to see but a necessary thing. This week we've done a lot. We did some medical work again which was great!. I learned a few Tamil phrases with the Indian nurse that I work with and used them on the patients. I'm sure it was barely decipherable what I said but they always responded in excited voices. I think it was mostly just because it was nice to communicate with them without having a translator. Steven did an awesome job washing the feet of the leprosy patients. While I was debriding and wrapping the wounds. It's exciting to see that some are understanding their disease and knowing when they need to find treatment. I've found a new love for public health education because it can help so much in preventing and knowing how to treat.
Okay so this is Steve writing now... Jessica mentioned that I haven't made a blogging entry this entire trip, and well quite frankly shes absolutely right. So here it goes. This trip has been amazing. I am eternally grateful for the many people who made it possible including those who so generously donated financially. 2 Years ago when I returned from my mission I prayed every night for an opportunity to feel like a missionary again. Through this trip my prayers have been answered. It has been more amazing than I had dreamed. Thank you again to all those who have helped make it possible including our families.
When we landed in India I looked out the window of our van and saw a city full of millions of people. I thought to myself, "how is it possible that God knows all these people, loves them, and is involved in the details of their lives?" My experience here has taught me that God does know all of his children even if they have never heard of Jesus Christ. The boy pictuered above is named Bala. He and I are good friends now. He is 11 years old and doesn't have close family. When I asked if is parent's were coming for parents day he said that he hasn't seen his Mother or Father for a long long time. I wonder sometimes if God knew that Bala was sad, afraid and lonely not having a family of his own but knew that Steven Hart on the other side of the planet would be able to connect with him. I also wonder if God knew that Steven Hart wanted to serve and make a connection and that Bala would be able to teach Steven a thing or two as well. I feel that this was a match made in heaven, a divine crossroad. Jessica has made several similar connections. This taught me that God is willing to send someone half way around the world, spend thousands of dollars, and countless hours of planning and preparation maybe just to give one of His children a hug, wipe a tear, or make them laugh again. I know that God lives and that we are all part of His eternal family.
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