durbar square and my in-laws are here!

sometimes there are just not words to describe the attack on the senses, 

otherwise known as Nepal.

The colors that just wash walls and a whole city in vibrancy,

The people that smile and spit and pierce the heart with their eyes

The gorgeous clothes that swoosh and jingle and sparkle in the sun

The food that that is bright and colorful and fresh.

But mostly the caucaophy of voices and horns and animals and rain

that whirls tight around my frame, 

never ending, 

beckoning me to step into another world where I have much to learn.

So I soak.

as you do.

And sometimes the sponge of my heart just begins to overflow in thanksgiving,

That this place,

is now my home.

A few weeks ago, 

our new friends Jenna and Jon took us on an adventure through the city on motorcycles.

Not gonna lie, I think I wrote my last will and testmanet before I got on that thing.

But I made it, safely in one piece.

Jenna was such a freaking champion driving our bike.

Not only were we one point smack in the middle of a festival of marching people that were either hindu guru’s or homeless hippies from san francisco,

But we also stalled on a huge hill.

While I was hyperventilating, 

Jenna just rebooted the engine like she was baking a cake with her eyes closed. 

I think I commented about 500 times that she was brave. 

Driving in this city scare me. 

There, I said it.

They took us to Durbar Square, 

where honestly, I could have just sat and people watched ALL day.

The area is comprised of a collection of hindu temples but also doubles as a market where the most stunning produce is sold.

At the expense of being a creepy stalker, 

I tend to just stare into the worn beautiful faces of the people selling vegetables. 

They all have stories, and I want to know theirs. 

Does that old women with the basket below not just scream “I have a story to tell”. I think so.

And in the midst of all the beauty of the architecture and deep, rich hues,

I became so ever aware of our Savior who died for these beautiful people, 

many of which do not know Him.

And my heart broke.

So I just prayed “keep breaking it Lord” because I want a desperate faith that clings to him and intercedes for the world.

And it’s happening.

Would you pray with me?

I hope your sense are attacked in the best possible way while seeing these pictures:) 

 And….lastly, my in-laws are here!!!!

Mama and Papa Cook arrived today and it was seriously Christmas. 

Kevin and I were bouncing up and down when we saw them come through customs at the airport.

They were tired, but so happy to have arrived.

And  they surprised me a mattress pad! Seriously, can you believe it? I almost cried!

I pretty much adore my in-laws, they are some of my best friends, so to have them here is beyond special!!

Happy Monday dearest ones!!!

Love Katie