We landed safely at the KLIA airport late last night. Most of us were very happy and relieved. As for me, I felt suprisingly neutral. Perhaps the thought of going straight back to work the following day (which is today) sapped most of my enthusiasm away.

Judging by the way things were going, I suspected many things might have happened while I was away from work. I was right. One of my colleagues have resigned and it really looked like the ship is going to sink. Time to bid my adieu and goodbye here.

I woke up this morning still dreaming of Nepal. Spending the last 10 days in our close-knitted fellowship really taught me many things and I discovered many things about myself. I felt very protected by the good leadership of Pastor MH and by our heavenly Father that I did not experience anger during my trip there. I found that I mostly become angry when I feel fearful and unprotected. But God has proven again and again that there is no need to fear the unknown for He will provide and is in total control of the situation, no matter how chaotic it is.

Since Day #1, our plans did not turn out as expected. With the Maoists threatening strikes every now and then, it greatly hampered our travel and we were frustrated that we could not reach out to two other villages as we had initially planned. The greatest setback was being forced to fly back to Kathmandu to Pokhara, instead of using the bus because of a sudden strike announcement. That gobbled up most of our cash. Having no other means of withdrawing extra cash via our credit cards (the banks were closed that day), we had to pool all our money together. We literally had to count our ruppees and only stuck to the essentials – like basic food and lodging.

Still God was good, and at the end of it, we still had some excess ruppees to do some small shopping with – even after paying for all our lodging and airport taxes. For most of us, it was a rattling experience – to not have spare cash in our pockets as our security.

I am grateful to be a Malaysian and living in a country where I do not have to live in fear from day to day, not knowing when the next bomb blast or strike is going to come. Many Nepalis have hopeless looks on their faces, wondering where their next meal would come from or how they could provide for their family. And despite the daunting situation, the Christians that we came across worshipped God with all of their hearts, mind and strength. It truly touched our hearts to see them being thankful to God in all circumstances.

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