Tom started the first day of the marriage conference, and we started the morning by worshiping with all of the church planters who had come to attend the conference. It was water to my soul and I remembered how much I love it when the Body of Christ assembles.

Today, Mark and I were busy taking care of the kids ages 5+. Needless to say I'm exhausted. Even though the day was long, it warmed places in my heart. Especially this one boy named Safal. He is six. He calls me "Uncle" and holds my hand when we walk down the street. We like to make paper airplanes and kick back and fourth the soccer ball.

The relationships we are building here are achieving depth and there are times I know my heart won't allow me to stay away from Nepal for too long. The people here are incredible in so many ways. They have faces that were meant to smile. They are a hard working people. Allow me to repeat; they are a hard working people who posses an attractive humility. I'm warmly greeted most everywhere I go, and it has become a reflex action to draw my palms together at my chest whenever I greet someone or when I am thankful. When I'm back home, this will be a difficult habit to break.

I'm falling more in love with this place, but I hope it's not in a naive way, like a tourist who is seduced by the beauty of a new place would. Even though I am a temporary visitor to this place I like to think that I am not completely unaware to Nepal and her suffering. Time stands still here, and it's easier to understand why the metaphors for life here came to be.

Namaste,
Bill