A best part

Being back we are asked lots of questions. One of which is what was the best part. That is a big question.  The trip was a success. There was a lot of best parts. So now today I will tell you about one day that sticks out.

Actually this was the day that the five of us ladies got to be together.
Usually we were all split up, with only five of us on a team of 15.

Kt and Rupa leading us up the "mountain".

This day we set off early, heading up the “mountain” to Maya Didi’s house. Maya Didi is a lady in the church who is kind of like an elder. So the five of us and four of Gautam and Rekha’s girls, who were our translators the whole trip took off on our hour and a half hike uphill to Maya Didi’’s house. It was a long walk, but we had views of the city that took our breath away.

So we arrived at our hosts house, had some Coke while on their roof then lunch. Another plate of rice, dal and chicken. After lunch was story time.

For story time we all sat in a room in a big circle. The Nepalis proceeded to share how The Lord perused them and how they came to believe, trust and know Him.  Their stories were of healings and visions and dreams. They were stories of struggles and hardships. They were stories of life. Of hope. Of trust. When all the stories were shared, our team of five decided to pray for each of them.

All year we practiced prophetic prayer. For this trip we felt that our mission was to come beside those who lived in Kathmandu and encourage them. Prophetic prayer is just part of that.

So we prayed for each of them, our amazing translator, Rupa made sure that those receiving prayer understood what the Lord was saying to them. I know that The Lord was in that room. Each of those Napalis were encouraged. You could see the words hitting them. You could see The Lord touching each of their hearts. There were some tears. There was lots of hugs and smiles. Each of us got words for our new friends that lined up with the others. It was really cool.

After prayer we shared a snack and more Coke. It was a really special time. It was communion. It was breaking bread and remembering Christ and what He has done for us. I think we could have all stayed in that moment forever. But goodbyes had to be said. More hugs and goodbyes to our new friends and we were off down the “mountain” back home.

On our way home, Rupa explained to my sister that while we were praying and she translating, The Lord gave her each picture/image that He was giving us. This was so that she could translate them perfectly. It was so sweet of the Lord to do that, it just shows how much He loves His people in Nepal.

Rupa our beautiful sister and translator.

I think this day will always be in my heart and on my mind.