I'm missing my babies in India today. There are days when I miss them so greatly, it aches. I hope the aching is them feeling me there with them. That sounds completely silly, but India works in this way. It flows and works from all the noises, smells, sights and acts of love. It's a very symbolic and "everything has meaning" type of place. So for today, I blame the aching of my heart on the fact that the kids feel my love today.
One story sticks out in my head today so significantly, I can hardly work. While on my most current tour in India, we took all 200+ kids at the orphanage to the Bay of Bengal. Some of the kids hadn't been more than 2 miles outside of the orphanage walls, so this was such a treat for them.
As soon as the bus was in park, hundreds of kids ran straight towards the ocean, cloths and all. It was the happiest moment of my life; to see the complete and utter pureness of this joy come to life right before my eyes.
That day, we also celebrated one little girls 4th birthday. This was her first time to have her own cake and blow out candles. It was the day that stole my heart and the reason why I feel like I left my heart there...with all the kids.
It amazes me that these beautiful babies are so robbed of loved, yet they never fail to teach me more about love than I know is possible.
And just for the record, it's never a bad sign when nuns hula hoop better than you. They've got the big guy on their side.
Namaste.
One story sticks out in my head today so significantly, I can hardly work. While on my most current tour in India, we took all 200+ kids at the orphanage to the Bay of Bengal. Some of the kids hadn't been more than 2 miles outside of the orphanage walls, so this was such a treat for them.
As soon as the bus was in park, hundreds of kids ran straight towards the ocean, cloths and all. It was the happiest moment of my life; to see the complete and utter pureness of this joy come to life right before my eyes.
That day, we also celebrated one little girls 4th birthday. This was her first time to have her own cake and blow out candles. It was the day that stole my heart and the reason why I feel like I left my heart there...with all the kids.
If you think this day didn't get any more amazing and heartfelt, you're wrong.
On the way home, I witnessed the greatest act of love I have ever known. I sat next to two little girls on the long bus ride home and watched as they both struggled to find comfort long enough to nap during the bumpy ride. They finally took one sleepy look at each other and hugged, laying their heads on each others shoulders and fell asleep.
It amazes me that these beautiful babies are so robbed of loved, yet they never fail to teach me more about love than I know is possible.
And just for the record, it's never a bad sign when nuns hula hoop better than you. They've got the big guy on their side.
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