Kathmandu

Kathmandu

From the Top of the World

It’s a long road to Kathmandu … cars, planes and an inordinate amount of waiting in terminals, but all worth it to come back again to serve the people here.

Beds shook and dogs began to bark last night around 2am – earthquake, again. I am not afraid. God in his wisdom took that away after being in an earthquake a month before the great one in 2015. Sleeping in a hut on the top floor with drying corn husks dive bombing me and the grass roof separating I knew God had me in His hands and for whatever purpose he had for me, it would be accomplished. And so the fear left me.

Where the cow lives.

This is where the cow lives.

Misty air surrounds me which is cool, but compared to AZ is damp and sticky. Morning cars are honking, dogs barking, saws sawing and people chatting as they hover on the side of the road as motorcycles whiz by. Hills are green and surround the small road meant for one car but often accommodate trucks. The grandmother next door moves her cow into a patch of grass which lives in a tin shed on the side of their house. People shout at her to hurry as she slowly lumbers up a cement path. The hills are being used by cows, goats and people … dogs slumber on the roads oblivious to oncoming cars. Amazing they survive.

National partners

National partners going over the budget.

Three villages are on the agenda. Babare (Dolakha district), Makwanpur (Hetuda District) and Kutal (Dhading District). Medical camps, humanitarian work, goat projects and other needs will be met, along with spiritual applications and teaching by the Nepali pastors and the medical team coming from Georgia that I will work with here.

I am blessed.