Dear India,

thanks for treating me kindly.
goodbye,
ali
I bought a French Vogue and Chocolate bar for the plane. and i will eat them! haha. just the chocolate bar! not the magazine. So my grandpa still has been checking up on the temperature here for me. and one day he said that it was 82. let me explain to you that i have been freezing. and im like. where on Earth are you getting your facts from man? but it really was 82. my blood thinned alot i guess. funny.
I cant find my Bible. :( this little orange bible has been bad news for me ever since i got it. a week after i had it i left it out in the rain. and i cried and cried because it was such a waste and i just hate ruining stuff! and i do it so often!
When i was younger i would go home on a bus with kids from another school. Really corrupt catholic 12 year olds. like alot of them. and i was very scared of them. one day my orange that my mom packed rolled out of my brown paper lunch bag. it rolled around like round things do on bus floors. The head corrupt catholic child held up the orange in his hand and yelled "who's is this?" o Lord. i prayed. i didnt speak. he proceded to throw it out the window. and the bus ran over it. and everyone laughed. and i just had the worst feelings. what can be more beautiful and innocent than a mother giving a daughter a fruit!? bad memory.
This story makes me want to write about a blood curdling insistent with a rats nest embedded in an american girls dolls chest. but we're not going to go there.
Heck. these stories are bad energy. but i think there coming out right now for a reason. Maybe because i want to cry and I want to be the best at cherishing everything im given, like time. and im constantly losing it. these last 3 months have been beautiful. and my roomates are beautiful. and Jesus is beautiful and he gives me things and i wil cherish them all and not waste any fruits ever again.
I pray that you look more like love today than anything else,
ali

I just designed a lethal dance

to teach the children's home tommorrow. It really kicked my you know what. Im sweating. ALOT. lets hope it only mildly kicks the children's you know whats and brings them closer to the Lord. The song is "Naam leo re" by Aradhna. A fantastic Hindi worship band. Whenever i learn or make a new dance i think about how much fun its going to be to teach my mom and sister. My mom is not the best singer or dancer, but she is one of the best worshipers i know. :) I HAD SUCH A GOOD DAY.
1. The past 2 days ive been living in a girls home which meant;
a. home cooked Indian food morning noon and night. cue joyful noise to the Lord!
b. one of the best dance parties since ive been home!
c. fellowshiping with a new blonde haired fellowshipee. (Love you girl!)
2. This morning i called a taxi to pick me up from the home to bring me to church. BEST taxi driver ever. Not even a ounce of creepiness! He dressed very similarly to my grandfather; khaki trousers, white orthropedic shoes, shirt tucked, and instead of the hindu god murals, the dried chilis, the beads, and the orange flowers hanging from his mirror there was a white stuffed teddy bear with a red heart. OOF! i wanted to hug the old man. so cute! A decent man. So refreshing.
3. Cocoberry! Like pinkberry in the states. If you dont know you should. Look it up.
4. Worship at church was fantabulous. and best of all they asked me and beck to pray individually for all the woman in the congregation :) :) :) !!! Ugh! MY FAVE. it was awesome.
5. I came up with the lethal but cool dance when i got home.
6. Meesh bought mangoes
I think ill have one now.
night!,
ali

we went straight to Kolkatta on a train

after the virginia team left. The streets were full of fish markets and kittens watching the fish markets, and me holding the kittens watching the fish markets. One day we visited the vocational unit where prostitutes work and are discipled during the day. They made new quilts out of old saris. I was conversing with someone when a pigeon flew in from the stairwell right in front of my face and scared me so bad. Pigeon, that was so not cool.

On the way home we took a 2 hour flight instead of a 20 hour train ride. Praise him. I sat next to a white man, and right before we took off i asked him where he was from. South Africa he said. We chatted a bit and he asked me why i was going to Vijay. I said im not going to Vijay im going to Delhi. He paused. No your going to Vijay he said. I said No. your going to Delhi. He then bolted out of his seat and ran off the plain shouting a thankyou. Im glad i talked to him. His day could have been very bad.

In kolkatta we went to the red light district at peak hours. I went home and cried.

This morning i skyped with my fam + Jes. Its hard getting in the christmas mood here. Yesterday i was a girls home and one of the workers had a pair of christmas socks on. A shiver went down my spine. I had to look away. Christmas. sigh. I LOVE YOU (screaming) New Jersey seems like a dream. Kinda like when Anastasia is dancing in the dusty ballroom with all those old russian ghosts and she sees the vase with swans and bears on it. They all join in a spooky chorus about distant memories. Im going to dedicate that comment to my cousins. They like Anastasia.

I was reading the Word this morning, and i was like God give me something good. I wound up looking at the miracles of Elisha.
2 kings 2:23-25
From there Elisha went up to Bethel as he was walking along the road, some youths came out of the town and jeered at him. "Go on up, you baldhead!" they said. "Go on up you baldhead!" He turned round, looked at them and called down a curse on them in the name of the Lord. Then two bears came out of the woods and mauled forty-two of the youths. And he went on to Mount Carmel and from there returned to Samaria."
I guess God wanted me to laugh today.
I'll summarize another funny miracle.
Company of Elisha: Lets build a bigger house for us by the Jordan.
Elisha: Okay.
Company of Elisha: come and help us.
Elisha: Okay.
they start chopping away at stuff. One of the men's Axe falls apart and the head falls in the water and sinks.
Man: Shoot! Elisha! I was borrowing that from a friend!
Elisha: Where did it sink?
Man: right there.
Elisha: (cuts a stick haphazardly and throws it in the water. The axehead then floats to the top.) Lift it out.
with a smack of love and a 100 mph refreshing Holy Spirit wind,
ali

The Taj Mahal is a large building.

I saw it with my own contact enhanced eyes. India is still dirty and filled with abominations. Wer working on that. Me and God and some other people. Talk later.

BUbye,

ali

Tales of extreme cleaning and more electrocutions

I got electrocuted again today. (golden star) I also heard that the girl who we were cleaning the unclean worms out of just recently became completely clean and received the HS. By HS i do not mean Holy Cow dung. The word i mean rhymes with cheez-it. Slant Rhyme. I think if i called someone a slant rhyme it would be a huge insult. It's like "Almost...but not quite." Like one tool short of a tool box type thing. Your such a slant rhyme. :)

Also, today we cleaned a very very dirty (for lack of a REALLY STRONG DIRTY word) flat. It will be made into a girls home. (golden star) We got a little over zealous with the water buckets. Swashing whole walls and taking no heed of the many open sockets. We were fools. Before we were fools we sang and prayed 2 Corinthians 3:17

Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is there is freedom.

Im going to use the word good for the way i feel about Jesus right now. Because the word good to me is so hearty and simple like an infinite Amish soup. Do amish people make soup? Jesus is Gooooood. mm mmmm mm MM MMMM!

Today i wanted to never leave india

Today i wanted to leave india and cry to my mom and tell her everything thats been happening with many many hand motions and facial expressions

Today i wanted to have more room in my stomache for the bruschetta i made for dinner

Today i wanted to be forgiven again for not pressing in 24/7. because He is just so good and Hes worth it

Today i wanted prayer with the virginia team to go on till He came back.

hmmph. i think thats it.

ALL love and ALL freedom to ALL signed sealed delivered from God to me and to you like a really long time ago but just a reminder,

ali

my thoughts

have been imprisoned by the physical world lately. Ive been very busy talking to people and touching things, nothing bad, just regular things like salt shakers and money. one good thing about these heavy physical days i have is that i have very good dreams. like last night i had a very nice pet rodent. extremely friendly flexible fellow. soft. no one else liked him but me!

We have a team in from virginia. Such sweet ladies. Wev been going nonstop. In the beginning of the trip i had 90 vitamins for 90 days in india. Theyre half way gone. :/

cheers to more mind wandering time in the future,

ali

I took this picture from my porch

yesterday . Two men on the roof. Blog later, not now,

bye!,

ali

My grandfather checks the weather in Delhi everyday,

from New Jersey. He told me in a letter. I think this is very sweet. He wants to know how hot i am. I suffer thinking about breathing lungs full of cold woods. I am happy where i am. But i can add to this happiness by getting excited by the future. There is so much to look forward to :)

-finishing my gun

-getting up and cooking lunch

-showering in a few and not getting electrocuted

-chia break

-planning my halloween costume. (we have a party to go to!) im either going to be a classical music fairy, or a dove of peace, i need to find an olive branch tho.

-planning dances for my girls. We are going to do a spoken word and dance performance to the great commision. its going to be hot.

-getting ready for the team of women coming in. I just love humans.

-the sebastians visiting with there cool kids

-thanksgiving

-learning new bollywood dances to teach

-fun lesson plans

-cleaning and painting new office and home of hope.

-going home cuddling with my sister. Getting fat with desserts by the fire.

-a good christmas tree

-a good hug from my dad

-night walks in the snowy woods where the stars are so bright they look like there stuck up in the tree branches.

So. im looking forward to that. not missing. i just thought about that word on its own and couldnt figure out what it meant. I think miss and regret are cousins. I am not even going to get involved with that family. Bad blood.

Gosh. I told the girls the other day that most of the time i feel like scrooge on christmas morning. They thought i was inferring that i was stingy with my presents. Ha! no. like when he says "Im just so happy, i dont know what to do! i must, i must stand on my head." He stands on his head and then the maid screams because she thinks hes gone mad. Theres to many people in there right minds. Sillyness is next to Godliness. I aim to be ferociously silly and happy all the time. I think il tell my grandfather in a letter what the weather is in New Jersey. Thats all,

bye,

ali

I am frontiering a new intercession project.

It involves jumping over stray dogs and shouting a prayer. "Lord rend the heavens" "Break the chains" "Pour out your Spirit" etc. it is challenging work, but someones got to do it. Sometimes I look out the window and see the many many stray dogs out there and i sigh. There is so much work to be done. Today i made a gun out of newspaper. IT IS SO COOL. tonight im going to paper mache it to make it stronger and then im going to paint it. I went with hard k over to a friends house she had a meeting with the mother and i occupied the kids. They were super creative and awesome. I came up with the idea to make weapons. cause ive just been itching for a fake gun. ever since a western party i went to over the summer i borrowed a six year olds fake long range rifle. i ran around the field shouting threats. of course my gun is solely to be used for fighting evil spiritual forces. You know how sometimes spiritual needs sometimes make you want the physical answer? Like when your bored you are actually spiritually hungry so you eat physical bread not the living bread? ya kno? So in response to me viewing and experiencing allot of spiritual warfare i want to have weapons spritually and i guess also, physically! So my gun is purely a symbol. but its also super fun to play with. And im going to make them for my friends out here. And were going to use them in prayer. well at least i will. "Set the captives free!" PEW PEW PEW! I think Jesus likes this. Me and him just crack up all the time.

A verse.

"Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness. For we do not know what to pray for as we ought, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us with groanings too deep for words."

Romans 8:26

So Cool!

bye,

ali

(I would like to give a shout out to my homegirl Liz and her cool husband and children, because i said i would and also because i wish Elijah was here playing fake guns with me. Also to the Aptekarevs love and miss you guys so much :) )

I have a real problem

when chai vala's hand me burning hot cups of chai and i am not able to put in hindi words "please don't let go i'll burn my hands." I just wind up making an anxious face and crying in fear and pain "nahi! nahi!" (no no). I recently find out that paagal is more used for "mentally challenged" then "crazy". Therefore: screaming "Mai paagal hu." and laughing is not so appropriate. This is now a closet pleasure. So I went away to panchkula to a christian school retreat with kids from slum backgrounds and mixed hindu and christian teachers. We stayed in a youth hostile there with all the kids and teachers. The rooms were large airy and yellow. On the floors twenty to thirty thin mats layed dressed with old colorful blankets of tigers and elephants. It was a very run down, colorful, and beautiful place. Allot like india itself. We lead devotions, did art and writing activities, and lead some worship. The first night there we went to the slums and I got to dance with my bare feet in the dirt. :) So 2 things really effected my heart on this trip.

-At the end of the last night, a speaker spoke and they had an altar call. People came up and gave there lives to the Lord. We were invited to pray for them so i put my hands on the back of one girl and started praying in tongues. Almost instantaneously she completely went unconscious and then started manifesting. Luckily i caught her haha! I actually said out loud "well that was unexpected!" then i looked around and was like does anyone have a modesty cloth? haha! i love my h.o.p. peops! So to cut a long story short we opened up a can of unclean worms and was trying to get the unclean worms out of the can for 5 hours. Im trying to speak in code. She had seven worms and we were talking to them. It was really intense. We would say "call on his name!" And she would lose her voice or pass out. It made me think "who is this person that just saying his name unclean worms flee?" My name, ali is a "broth made out of a starving pigeons shadow" compared to the fullness of who i am. Wasn't that just a spectacular quote? My friend once read a book about abraham Lincoln and it was in there. I was so impressed i commited it to memory. It's funny. That that particular quote is the only quote i have memorized. !

-On the way home from panchkula on the train i had a window seat. I looked out at woman and children in the sun and heat shaping and drying cow dung for fuel. Rows upon Rows of drying dung. There was very little vegetation aside from a few clumps of palm trees. The garbage was as grass. In the middle of this scene was a small ornate temple tent erected for the hindu gods. I just got angry. And really broken. Im just so pissed at the devil. you know? Like "how dare you?!" Lord claim your people. Have mercy on India God. Im just so upset. but this is how im supposed to be. Im deeply offended by the devils works.

I want to have faith enough to lay my hands on the body of India and deliver it completely. Death is everywhere here. Its on the faces of the people. And i am sick and tired of it.

On a lighter note!

When i was away i saw

-an ant that looked like a dog

-a scorpion being swept away by a stream

-a giant rainbow grasshopper. dead :(

When i got back i got

-electrocuted multiple times by a live wire in the shower. fun fun DOUBLE FUN

so i was in the shower and i was touching the wall because i put my hair on the wall so it doesn't go down the drain and clog. So i put my hand on the wall and received in turn a giant shock up my arm. And i thought o God, my back must have gotten really bad cause whenever i move my arm and hand like this i get a giant shock! I remembered seeing at the chiropractor when you have to check off your symptoms on a list and one of them was "tingling sensation in hand and arm." I imagined the checking of the box, the physical therapy, the trouble this would cause me. I prayed. Lord no not now. Heal me God. I proceded to touch the wall several times confirming my injured spine that resulted in nerve damage. It was only when i stepped of the shower and tried it again that i had realized mistake. And at the realization that i was completely soaked in a wet bathroom with a live wire i left in quite a tizzy. Hope you all are well! So much love from India.

Moving from glory to glory always,

ali

Im back :)

Delhi kids enjoying the fresh air at Panchkula retreat. Ive got a lot to say, and il tell you once i get a good night sleep. k?

love you all,

ali

I found a new Joy...

and it is in waving my hands about wildly, rolling my head back and saying "Mai paaaaaagal hu." Direct translation. "I am crazy." I do it when im alone, I do it in good company, and im working my way up to a public display. This habitat of Joy that i created for myself is best performed in good company when it is NOT appreciated. It becomes slightly awkward and 10 times more enjoyable to the performer. I had a dream last night that a blonde woman i know lay dieing in a street. The spirit of my middle school's secretary appeared. Everything went silent. She glided to us and spoke "Abraham" into the dieing woman. I think she got better. Im going to Panchkula to work at a childrens camp and sadly will not be able to blog for a few days. :( YOU BEST BE LEAVIN ME COMMENTS.

Luke 10:38-42

Now as they went on their way, Jesus entered a village. And a woman named Martha welcomed him into her house. And she had a sister called Mary, who sat at the Lord's feet and listened to his teaching. But Martha was distracted with much serving. And she went up to him and said, "Lord, do you not care that my sister has left me to serve alone? Tell her then to help me." But the Lord answered "Martha, martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, but one thing is necessary. Mary has chosen the good portion, which will not be taken away from her."

Two thoughts.

-Martha seems like a total pratt. Yeah Martha, im going to empty the dishwasher, can I have just a few minutes to talk to Jesus Christ? I mean. Coooome ON!

-I think Mary and the prodigal son should get together. Theyd be a hot couple.

One unrelated thought.

-pomegranate and bitter yoghurt. Perfection.

Peace to All,

ali

My nose piercing resistance gland...

has an infection today, and is partially disabled. A man in sirojini nagar spilled a bag of tiny gold rings and studs in front of me and some friends today and I almost drooled on the counter. Small detailed things make my heart stir and I could have this heart stirring thing on my face! How bout that!

So this morning we did a dance workshop at a children's home with kids from slum backgrounds. It seems that all the young men here like to dance like Michael Jackson. I was frustrated with my lack of hindi but then i started dancing, we had a real good time. We had prayer time and the kids answers were really mature for there age. The translator translated a 7 year old boys answer for me. The question was "how do we glorify God?" He said that he glorifies God by crying for his friends who are unsaved and still in the slums. What can i teach these kids who are so rich in spirit? Well they didn't know how to stretch for starters, so i showed them that before we danced. but really. Im sitting here right now squishing ants with my thumbs and flicking them. Im kinda at a loss for words. I always pray for people to have a revelation of Gods love. Because everything is just 3 bazillion times better when you know that. So i think i can be a living revelation of Gods love. K. thats a good answer i think.

On the topic of Gods love. I was listening to a Misty song the other day, she sings it all spooky and intense like "the way of God is the wilderness, its always been the wilderness, he's going to teach you to walk in the dark." And oddly enough it reminds me of running errands with my mom when i was younger. Most of the time I had no clue where we were going. I would sleep while she was behind the wheel. My sister would complain of car sickness. We may be in Shoprite for 4 hours. I might find the paper towel section crawl into the shelf and lay down on the "bounty" roles for a bit. The point is i would have no control. You are forced to live in the moment. Another instance was when my mom was sick. For a couple of days while she was in the hospital we lived from phone call to phone call and waited a heck of allot. When you know you are protected by someone who completely and fully loves you, like LOVES you, is infatuated with you like a new bride? ya know what i'm talking about? the wilderness isn't scary its enjoyable and fun! And whenever we do go through a rough spot it just gives God an excuse to show us how much grace and love he has for us, we get to experience a deeper more intimate level of him. We are only moving up you guys. Or down depending on the analogy. Even if today sucked, even if most of your life has totally sucked! (im sorry :( ) but your probably meant to go super deep! He's bringing you to a deeper place. HOLLAAAA.

urg. where the heck is Hosea?! o

Hosea 2:14

"Therefore, behold, I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness and speak tenderly to her. And there I will give her her vineyards and make the Valley of Achor a door of hope. And there she shall answer as in the days of her youth, as at the time when she came out of the land of Egypt. And in that day, declares the Lord, you will call me "My Husband" and no longer will you call me "My Master."

nighty night,

ali

(haha i just found out "Nacho" is the commanding rude form of "to dance" in hindi. So "Dance!" is "Nacho! NACHOOOOO!" i want to get really angry and start screaming this.)

k. end. bye.

India, yesterday you scared me...

I very much want to tell you about how she scared me and I typed the whole thing up in amazing detail but because the encounter was so incredibly dark I decided not to post. Just know it had to do with a giant ET doll and a possessed woman. YUP. Just ask me to tell you the story in person. Maybe then il have the courage.

Today is Ghandi Ji's birthday and the last day i will eat papaya. I gave it three opportunities to impress me, and it failed miserably every time. Because it is a holiday the sabzi vala (vegetable seller) will not make his rounds in front of my house. And i will not be able to get my zuchini and chinese eggplant. I love going to the sabzi vala and buying a fruit i dont know. I am very adventurous in this way. I trust it will be good cause God made it and no man was involved in the creation of it. Fruit and vegetables and grain are the purest cuisine. God wasnt influenced by the chinese and greek when he made a watermelon. It is a pure God thought. The beloved sister of the professor of lightning bug science, we'l call her "questionable highlights" once told me that she liked to watch lightning strike because it was a direct way of seeing the will of God. He is like "and i dont want that tree. zap. or that dog. zap." Okay that was a total side note. The girls I live with here in India laughed at me the other night. They made a cooky looking broccoli salad with mayonaise and cheese. I would not eat it. They teased me and said "Ali, if we said this was an Indian dish you would eat it." Yeah, pffft like i would fall for that girls. There is one genre of food that i am completely against, and the characteristics of which are hence

-more than 3 ingredients

-unnecessary dairy involvement

-recipe developed by a 30+ woman attending a barbeque in the suburbs

to this i say, no thank you.

On the subject of cooking, every night i have been venturing with Julia Child to Paris in her book "My life in Paris". Its fantastic and I think I know why. My favorite part of every book is about eating. In Harry Potter I relish when they go to Hogsmade and enjoy there butterbeer or have trifle tart. I remember when i was younger in the Phantom Tollbooth they went to a fair and ate letters. The "I" was icy and icecream like and kinda pepperminty. Julia Child's book is solely about eating and cooking and atmosphere, and i want to live with her and go to the market and buy crusty bread and butter. Do i have anything spiritual to say? Not really! haha. except Jesus is our bread. He is a good father. If you ask him for bread he will not give you a stone. I like to feast on the Lord. In him all the fullness dwells. My mom makes chocolate bread pudding and its my fave. So im changing it to Jesus is the chocolate bread pudding of life. Is that blasphemous?

ali

so who knew...

that i would become a blogging fanatic! yesterday when i finished posting i went to the kitchen and started cooking and thought of tons of stuff to tell you guys! you guys meaning my one blog follower. For the sake of protecting her identity i will call her, pregnant silence. she is my roomate here in india. So yeah. just got soo much to say. so i started taking notes about what to say tommorrow and decided NO. these blogs are going to be so fresh. hot out of the oven of my mind! who wants a blog thats been in the fridge for a fortnight! scratch that. got a little too fancy there. didnt kno "fortnight" meant two weeks. So this is pretty darn fresh,
Ephesians 1:3
"Blessed be the God the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him. In love he predestined us for adoption as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will to the praise of his glorious grace with which he has blessed us in the Beloved. In him we have redemption though his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight making known to us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose which he set forth in Christ as a plan for the fullnes of time to unite all things in him things in heaven and things on earth."
Some things,
-we are blessed in Christ with every spiritual blessing. I RECIEVE THAT. haha
-i am adopted in love as a daughter of the king.
-through his blood we are reconciled to him.
-because we are reconciled to him we are united with all good perfect things in him. heaven and on earth.
So with working with a team out here. thats very important. being united in him. i also think its cool cause i like my friends and fam allot and to be one with all the good things about them would be very enjoyable! im not going to mention any names, cause i dont want anyone getting freaked. like what Ali wants to be one with me? uk! but i totally wouldnt mind being one with all the (many many) awesome things about my mom. that would be A ok.
Pray this saturday and all saturdays we are doing dance and art lessons at a childrens home outside the city.
Praise started dance classes with embassy and foreigner kids and it was a blast!
i am starting a section called yesterdays bagels. Referring back to the fresh analogy. these are thoughts from yesterday.

YESTERDAYS BAGELS
i already talked alot today so im goin to keep this short.
before i went to bed last night i thought of a funny interaction with a cop i had at the dmv. it made me laugh then i went to sleep. My friend, wel call her "the prisoner" (im goin to make a character list next blog of important people in my life. its goin to be fun!). okay so i took the prisoner to go and get her license at the dmv. as we pulled up to the facility a cop was standing in the middle of the road. i slowed down and began to roll my window down expecting that he had something to tell me or he needed me to tell him something. so i roll my window down and say "do i have to tell you anything?" and he says "i dont know. do you have anything to tell me?" and i say "not really but i hope you have a nice day?!" me, the cop, and the prisoner proceeded to crack up. i love that story for some reason. i miss the prisoner. i think my aunt would be good at blogging. im going to tell her that.
my neck hurts from typing,
ali

Nhani Tal

Im in delhi india,

drinking chai and sweating profusely. Im going to start this blog in order to post some pics from my travels for my peeps back home. HOLLA. I am very tempted to say holla again in all caps because i just successfully communicated to our maid "after you are finished cleaning, rebecca said to grate the cheese in the bowl." primita said "all the cheese?" and i said "all the cheese". so proud of myself. but then the dust bin vala came to the door and i had nooo clue what he was saying. so that pretty much negated all that happened. and im back to zero. :( kya ka roon? what to do! love to all in jersey,
ali
o wait! okay so the name of this blog is All My Springs because i might be blogging past India into the future, so therefore i decided to let this blog be about all wells of beauty in my life. I must mention a friend who is a professor of lightning bug science when i mention this verse. He and his BELOVED sister showed it to me. And once i got to India (ahhhh! i just heard a gunshot outside what the heck? nvm.) where was i, once i got to india i meditated on it allot. And then this anonymous professor emailed it to me again! CONFIRMATION. WATCH OUT! haha. "Psalm 87:7 Singers and Dancers alike say all my springs are in you." I must find my home in the Lord. He is my anchor and my only delight. Through God everything exists and has its being. Hebrew 11:3 "By faith we understand that the universe was created by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things that are visible." one of my favorite verses! I just came back from Nanni tal and whenever I looked out on the land the mountains with brightly colored houses and people my heart was so full. Each landscape it was like God was speaking poetry to me. What words did he use to create India? How will i respond? kabi kabi (sometimes) being completely quiet, kabi kabi singing and dancing A LOT!
k bye,
ali