making an attempt at writing down my plans for the next trip to Kolkata
seeing, however, as i have little to no plans of which to speak, i wonder if my audience would settle for "i'm going back to do the same thing all over again. pray for trust"
it's quite the emotional whirlwind of excitement, dread, hope, sadness, joy and then there's that ridiculous little fear. every other thought of India makes me sick to my stomach. every other day i whine and beg him to set a different task before me. it's all fear.
and i fear because i've forgotten in these 11 months the beauty of trust.
i guess there's only one way to relearn