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Stolen By India

While we were in the Springs over Christmas, we were able to meet with one of our pre-marital counselors, who also does debriefing. We talked about key events from our time in India, and made a time-line. It was color-coded with happy colors for good memories, and ugly colors for the hard things.

I’ve heard that for every piece of criticism a person receives, it takes 7 positive statements to counter-act that. I don’t know if it’s the same for experiences, but my India time-line had a lot of ugly colors. “Duane, am I missing any positive experiences? This time-line needs more pretty colors.”

Our friend also asked great questions about our experiences in India:
– What did you learn about yourself? and about God?
– What did God teach you through this?

and the hardest question:
– what did the enemy try to steal from you?

It was easy to answer, but depressing to realize. He tried to steal our joy, peace, patience, love, hope, faith, heart for the lost, desire to do m-work, love for travel and adventure, our health, and even our very lives. He might have tried to damage our relationship with each other too, but he failed miserably at that. The things we went through together only made our relationship stronger, and we are so thankful to have each other.

It’s hard to look back at our time in India, and feel so much regret for the things we missed out on.
– I wish we could have spent more with our friends there, and really got to know them.
– I wish I could have more fully participated in our classes, and felt like I did well.

– I wish I had the energy to say real “good-bye”s to our friends and to have treasured that bit of time with them.
– I wish we could have spent those 2 weeks with the Idaho team in Lucknow and gone with them to Agra for Christmas.
– I wish we could have traveled up north and seen Shimla, Chandigarth, and Manali.
– I wish we thrived in India, instead of just barely surviving.
– I wish every memory wasn’t littered with, “I was sick that day”, and “I missed that, because I was sick”, and “wow, I don’t look too good in that picture.”

Yeah, it’s pretty depressing. It hurts to think of what could have been. I pictured us living in India, loving it, and never wanting to go back to the USA. Only to flee the country, and ask, “do I ever want to go back to India?”

The truth is, I still love India, even though India didn’t treat us very nicely. I do want another chance to go back, try again, do the things I missed out on. But not anytime soon…it’s going to take a little while to recover from this.

Becky is wife to Duane, mama to "Monkey-girl" and baby "Lioness" aka "PipSqueek." She is the administrative powerhouse for YWAM Bend and keeps our team grounded and organized. Her hope is to inspire and encourage other mamas in their journey to raise healthy, thriving families.
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