Reverse Culture Shock.


India Baby, you’ve still got my head reeling

Can’t you tell that I’m still hearing Sarah-Rose’s guitar

And her voice chiming three languages?

Did you think I would stop hearing my babies?

Lady, they’re still  in my ears, resounding


India Honey, you got my heart pounding

Your monsoon winds took my soul

They shook me up and didn’t set me down

Your monsoon tears washed me clean

Lady, I miss your embracing, placid arms.


Lovely India, You were just like a dream

Here one day and gone the next

Look at me now, Love. Just look at me now.

I’m instant photos and hospitals older

But your youthful colors tease me still

Lady, you weren’t reality, but I love you all the same.

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India Day (or overly peppy ramblings)

In honor of a pretty day, the fact that I talked to Ash last night, and the fact that it’s so cold I want it to be India-warm again, I declared today India day.


I dressed myself up in my turquoise floral punjabi top paired with my amazing forest green corduroy jegging pant things, I donned my anklets once again, threw on that necklace Bhavya gave me, and tossed on my beat up TOMS. I didn’t slather coconut oil in my hair, though.

In chapel, during “Shout Hallelujah” I may or may not have danced a little in honor and memory of my sweet sisters and dear brothers who completely give themselves over to worship. Since I was tapping my toe and I’m wearing jingly anklets, I guess I was playing some strange form of instrument, too. (I probably scandalized everyone that saw/heard me.)

At lunch, there was lentil soup. It was the closest thing in the cafeteria to Indian food. I may or may not have eaten most of my soup with my right hand and several pieces of bread… You know… Normal eating habits.

I walked around campus listening to “Salaam-e-Ishq”

Here’s my take on India Day: I loved India… It was beautiful and life altering. I wanted to honor and remember that time. Also, I wanted to get excited about something, because I don’t really see a ton of excitement that isn’t tied to social clubs… Mind you, social club excitement isn’t bad, it’s just not the type of thing I get excited about.

India Day was an exciting thing for me.

The more excitement I see in everyday things, the less I worry about stupid college student things. Things like bad test scores and forgetting things in my room at the beginning of the day. If I let them, the exciting things, like India Day are so much more overwhelming than the not so great stuff. In that same vein, if I let them, the nasty things, like impending deadlines, will cause me to stop seeing the exciting and beautiful things.

The sun is shining. Life is beautiful.

Even if it was a rainy day, life would still be beautiful because there are still discoveries to be made and experiences to be found. (Or as my friend Katelyn says, “Because adventure.”)


My friend Amira named this post. She’s super awesome. I like the title… I think I’ll keep it.

Amira’s sister is biting my hair.


She’s tasting my conditioner.

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Shayna, Me, Amira

Photo Apr 29, 2 34 44 PMWe all like each other. We do Mad Libs and schoolwork together. This month they are attending the School of Worship, and I am acting as a chaperone of sorts and helping in whatever ways I can…

One of those ways is taking pictures of my beautiful Indian sister worshipping Jesus with absolutely everything in them. It’s kind of over the top beautiful.

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And on top of all that I’ve been making new friends. And of course since I’m white, they all want me to take ‘snaps’ with my camera.

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* The girls at the school of worship. That they will fully experience Jesus and worship, and that God will help them to retain the knowledge they are receiving.

* My roommate and I are both sick.

* For Sarah and Julie… They are two amazing women of God. Pray for strength and encouragement.





I carry Your presence on my shoulders
I carry Your presence in my heart
I carry Your presence in every part of me
Because You desire to dwell
In the midst of
Your glory cannot be confined
To a temple
Or a cart
Or a box
Or a church
Or a long practiced tradition
Your glory is too huge for that
Your glory fills the earth
The world is Your tabernacle
Your glory fills us
Our hearts are Your temple
So we will dance
And offer ourselves
Because our kingdom will always be defeated
But Your Kingdom
Your beautiful Kingdom lasts forever
Without Your presence
Everything is meaningless
So we will worship
We will stand in awe
And experience You
And lift up Your presence.
We will wait in the Selah
The silence
Because we know You will move
You will bring Your victory
And we know You will quietly speak
So here we are
We are listening
Here we are
Willing to be Your priests

The next step

In living life — turning from one chapter to the next — the next step is going to be big. The next step is to be excellent and extraordinary. This next step is exciting. The next step involves another country, new people, a different culture, and 6 months away from home. The next step is personifying love and being totally consumed with Jesus. The next step consists of some of this:

I have one word for you.

That word is India.

My plan is to leave in September and come home in April, but that’s my plan. God’s might be different. If you’d like to help me in my endeavor, you can email me your address or ask me questions at  If you do that, I can put you on my mailing list and send you all the information that you could ever ask for. Above all, just pray for me. Pray for God’s protection, God’s hand, and most importantly the fulfillment of His will.

World, here I come.