How did I get here? I wont go that far back..although, yes as I child I dreamed of far away countries and distant melodies. Yet more recently, the night, a month ago, I said to God “I don’t want to go, I’m afraid, I have no money, I don’t know what to say to them. Its hot, its dirty, its tragic, its smelly, its heartbreaking”. And after a long night of wrestling, I said “but I will! As long as I know its of you Lord, as long as you provide and give me clear confirmation, I will go”. The next morning, came the first phone call. A call that resulted in a travel kit for airplane travel, and $100. Now, on the eve of my trip to Thailand/India I have withdrawn from my missions account several thousand dollars. All within a month. Truly remarkable, truly, a miracle in itself. And it is not about me,,,not one bit. It is about those beloved by Jesus in India. He has heard their prayers, heard their cries, and honored their fasting and seeking of Him. I am merely the one to take to them a message of love. That they are not forsaken or forgotten. That He knows their name, and wants to give them provision. To the least of these, the lepers. Also, the children, widows, poor pastors, the beggars, and those lost in false religion. No, this journey, even though a part of my story, my puzzle, is really about them. I am the one who is honored to be a part of their world.