India is a collage of sights, sounds and feelings that until now I've had difficulty putting into words.
In the first place it's the madness of Delhi and the frustrations of that first day.
It's the long windy roller coaster roads and our formula 1 drivers, with the angels working overtime.
It's the amazing breathtaking Himilayas that stretches as far as the eye can see (when the clouds permit it), with its many hidden valleys, where the people has never even heard the name of Jesus.
It's a little boy begging for food, with his baby sibling in his arms.
It's a scarred little girl not giving up the hope that someone will show her grace and give her just ten rupees.
It's an orphanage full of children, nurses and staff giving all they have to everyone around them and having hope in a future with God as unending provider and Father.
It left me feeling two sides of the same coin: hopeless - can I ever do enough, do I try hard enough, do I love enough, do I please God?
Two: hopeful - God is enough, I've seen Him provide in every spiritual and physical need, I've seen the lost He's saved. I've seen His hope.