As a young girl, I remember sitting in the blue pews of my church and learning about missionaries from all over the world. I would attend Sunday School with a shiny silver quarter in hand, ready to give to the missionary fund. From a very young age, the work of men and women going to the ends of the earth to share the Good News had a big impact on my life. Since then, I’ve always had a desire to go somewhere to share the most important part of my life with people in other countries. My dream became a reality these last 3 months that I got to live in Nepal.
I prayed much about going somewhere someday, but never felt like the circumstances where right. God chose this particular year to finally give me that green light. I quit my job that I really enjoyed, and chose to sail away from the safe harbor. For my entire 25 years on this earth, I had never been out of Omaha or away from my family for longer than 2 weeks! Going to the other side of the world was going to be a challenge, but I knew what God was asking me to do.
I left excited to see what God would teach me during this time. Every day I walked or rode a bike on the golden dusty roads, dodging goat and cow turds with the specific purpose of finding people to share the story of Jesus with. While visiting villages, I had never before met people so eager to listen about Jesus’ life. I often heard, “no one has ever come to my house to tell us this before.” Nepalis are the most kind and hospitable people I’ve ever met. I was almost always given a warm cup of chai tea and the highest seat in the room. I was surprised to see idols and temples everywhere I turned and that people still literally worshiped man-made gods out of stone and wood. I was amazed that men, women, and children would give me their whole afternoon to sit and listen about Jesus, and ask me questions about the one, true, living God that I worship.
Being back in the States for about a month now has flown by, and Nepal almost seems like a dream from my sleep. I’m so thankful for the support and opportunity to go, and my eyes have been opened to how big our world is, and how many people still have no knowledge of the saving grace God is offering us. I saw miraculous works of God but also experienced a lot of rejection and heartache in the poor country. Many still need to accept the assurance of eternal life through Jesus’ blood. I miss the thrill of daily gospel bike adventures with my translator, but like to think this is only the beginning and that one day God will open the door for me to return again soon.
“Thanks be to God who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place.” [2 Corinthians 2:14]