One month ago, I landed at O’Hare Airport after an 11 day trip to India.

Since that time:

I haven’t picked up my camera.

I haven’t blogged about anything but India.

I’ve reunited with my India team twice.

I’ve consumed hardboiled eggs for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

I’ve prayed for my friends in Kalavai by name and with a heart that cries out very specific things for them.

But, if you’ve seen me in person, you know that I have a lot more to share than what happened in India:

God is on the move.

In my life.

In the lives of the kids and families I mentor.

In the lives of my friends, co-workers, family.

In the lives of those I get to share meals with.

I’m so glad I went to India last month.  And I’m so glad I get to live this life today.

India wasn’t a mountain-top experience (though it was worthy).  Instead, it was a chapter that encourages me to live this story better.  While potentially still a bit jet-lagged (I would recommend not going back to work the day you return from India), I wake up every day ready to follow God into the unknown, to give of myself, to touch the untouchable, to live love, to be met by His grace.

India changed me.  But so did yesterday.

Behold, God is my salvation; 
I will trust, and will not be afraid; 
for the LORD GOD is my strength and my song, 
and he has become my salvation.

With joy you will draw water from the wells of salvation.

Isaiah 12:2,3