Unfinished
When the oak tree fell hard on our dear Bart,
He was carving the name of his sweetheart.
But she’ll never know,
His heart loved her so.
When they found him he’d just done the first part.
Author: Mary Jo
India Part 6 – Tourists
The last part of our trip was spent as a group of tourists. We packed everything up Sunday morning and climbed on the bus for a four hour drive to Agra to see the Taj Mahal. The trip there was full of interesting sights. Monkey’s on the side of the ro…
India Part 5 – Rejoicing
Saturday in India was our last day with the children. We had so much fun with them, singing, dancing, laughing and playing. They were so beautiful, happy and well behaved. The wind had picked up that morning and there were some threatening clouds…
India Part 4 – Sharpened
Friday night’s service was something I’ll remember always. The faces, the sounds, the tears, the joy and the unyielding confidence that rose from being where I was meant to be. As I mentioned I learned late in the game what I was supposed to speak on.…
Rita and Melbourne
Young Love captured Rita and Melbourne,
But all would be lost should their folks learn.
They met once at the shore,
And then nevermore,
Their embraces were told in their sunburn.
India Part 3 – Understanding
Our “regular” schedule took a more defined shape for me on Thursday. Eating a wonderful breakfast each morning at the hotel, finding our way over to the tent where the 800+ kids from all around Faridabad would gather for YCF (Young Citizens Festival), s…
India Part 2 – Navigating
We arrived in India early in the morning and I was immediately struck by the contrasts of beautiful India. Everywhere I looked something surprised me. I had seen pictures, I had heard stories and yet I had no idea how it would be. My first regret was…
India Part 1 – Are We There Yet?
We were supposed to leave on Sunday and the delay brought on by weather in New York brought on a domino effect that wouldn’t quit. Changing our flight out of Nashville until Monday meant splitting our group of 24 into three groups. I was to leave with…
A Long Flight Home
Yesterday was the longest Tuesday I’ve ever had. It started in Delhi and ended in Mount Juliet and was a full 35 hours long. I know there are only 24 hours in a day but the 10 and a half hour time difference came into play and to be honest…I’m still…
Not Without My Cheesecake
There once was a plump girl named Mindy,
Who loved weather hot, dry and windy.
She thought Delhi the place,
But left in disgrace,
For she couldn’t order cheesecake in Hindi.