The plane landed as I looked out the small window I saw a curious mix of Asian architecture, European colours and mountains shadowing the horizon. It was an opportunity of a lifetime to go to the mountains of Nepal and see the work of an aid organisation.
We were picked up from the airport by a small bus, and my mouth was wide open as we drove the streets of Kathmandu in the aftermath of a huge earthquake. Tears streamed down my face as I saw cracks through century-old buildings. I was smiling at the little children running the streets with woollen jumpers black with soot.
One of the reasons I love to travel is the stories of people I find accompanying my suitcase. When I travel overseas, I sit, and people watch, I overhear conversations and listen to people who have a completely different worldview than me.
It is like I see the palette of the earth God created and its people with new eyes. I have found that seeing with new eyes is like a perspective shift in my heart space. What I see, impacts the way I make decisions in the inner parts of my communion daily with God.
When was the last time you went somewhere for the first time?
Even in your own city.
We are kinwomen
You are our kin