“Nga Maya Laba”
From nessing to Gatlang to Syafru Besi
At 5AM this morning I wasn’t sure whether I’d be down the mountain or still in Nessing at the end of the day, but here I am at 7PM in Syafru having chia and writing in my journal.
This morning was crazy as we discovered for sure that the strike didn’t happen and we were indeed hiking out of Nessing today. Down came the tents, Devo’s in the midst of villagers and porters crowding the church, breakfast of noodles and Daal Baht, packing up, one last restroom run and then the goodbyes.
We’ve gone through the drill before, for the most part. But as everything else on this trip was a little different, this goodbye proved to be true to form, and for some reason, a bit more difficult than previous goodbye’s.
This is the way goodbyes work in Nessing and Nepal:
Everyone gets ready then they line us up in no real order, either in the church or like today outside. It was a gorgeous day. A speech is usually made by the pastor who brought us up, this time it was pastor Raju, they speak gracious words of thanks and then the pastor of the village gets up and does more of the same. Then they present each of us with a Khada, a blond semi translucent silky scarf like thing, then they say Pheri Vetaula or until we meet again.
It happened pretty much like that, but this time all of us had bonded a little more with the villagers than previous in precious times and this time the goodbyes were thick with choked back tears. First Kuni, the pastor of Nessing church, presented us with the Khadas he had, and then a group of girls that kind of act as our groupies presented us with two more each. That almost made me lose it right there. I had seen them 20 minutes prior at the water source washing them to give to us. They were dirty, some had twigs and leaves still in them, they stank like smoke and Nessing and they were the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen. All they said before presenting to us was “We have nothing, but we have this to give you”
That just about sums up the Tamang/ Nepali people. They have nothing, sometimes less, and when they see an opportunity to bless you with something they give the best they have, even if it’s all they have.
It reminds me of the story of the widow’s two mites. Out of her absence of tangible wealth, she offered up all she had to the Lord. Nessing, Gatlang, Haku, these places are full of simple people that live off the land and have very little if anything. When we go, we try and give them something we know they need – medical attention, but as we’re there and caught in the middle of a crazed group of sick villagers, filthy lice infested children, and gaja ( marijuana ) smoking ladies yelling at you one second and proposing to us and laughing the next – we are changed forever.
This trip began different, so why wouldn’t we think the goodbye would be as well?
Break -
Nancy, Ryan and I are being accosted by 10 Syafru kids running around wild in the streets, each telling us 5 different names for every one of them and petting my head to see how smooth it is.
Back to my story-
This trip had been bathed on prayer for months before we came, and every day we did clinic we prayed for every person we saw, up to 3 times per person or family, Christian or not, we prayed. By today when we left, people were walking in just asking for prayer.
Our love for these people grew exponentially this trip. Every one of us has sensed this. We have been stretched from our heart out. We fell more in love with Nessing and the remote villages as well as our nepali brethren from Dhakbari church in Kathmandu. We danced and sang the most this trip than any other I have been a part of. As usual the children watched our every move, but this time we were more intentional about bringing them into our team a little deeper. They weren’t simply curious from a distance, we almost didn’t let them just watch from afar. We made a considerate effort to interact with them as we were acting ridiculous singing praises and dancing for our Lord, Jesus. It created a thicker tighter bond between our hearts than times past.
They saw us having fun and dancing, they saw is being worshippers all the time, and then they joined us. We were more open with our family ties this time, and at least for me it seemed a bit more intense. As a result there was a unity and a much tighter knit love between us.
Our goodbyes are always tough, but this time I truly felt as though I was leaving my family and going on a year long journey. It was funny, but this trip my anxieties seemed as though they were nowhere to be found. The kids and adults are just as bug infested and dirty as ever, but I held them close and played with them even more. I never got sick of or from the food and there was a serene absence of trepidation in my spirit regarding anything that involved loving and blessing them.
There was a moment a few days ago in Nessing that I lost my patience with Pasang, one of the little girls that got a bit greedy when I was handing out coloring books and stickers. I had told her to share something and she of course went and hid it at her house. Dealing with these kids is like dealing with basic raw humanity and if you’re not ready it’ll wear you down.
It happened when I was handing out something really little like stickers. I was at the window and immediately 10 hands were in my face telling me “mero lai” or “I want”. I gladly handed out 3 stickers to each child as I went from left to right. And then I got to Pasang, she was there just like all the others, but for some reason I snapped. I was upset that she hadn’t shared the coloring book like I told her. I raised my voice and told her “hoina!” or “no!” and then in my very horrible broken Nepali pidgin I told her she didn’t share the “copy” or what they call coloring books.
I continued handing out the stickers to the other kids and then I noticed Pasang was no where in my sight. Immediately God spoke to me and said “That’s my child you lost your temper with. My precious baby. She believes in me and you are not just some person handing out stickers to her, you are so much more to her! You are here to bless her with the spirit of love I have given you to bless her with, so do it. Be patient she’s growing up, and you represent me to her!”
I was pierced through my heart. I was an idiot and had made a huge mistake. I immediately went outside looking for her, ready to knock on every Nessing door. But there she was with her head hung low in her best clothes, eyes full of tears that had not yet fallen, sitting at the base of the church. I walked up to her and lowered myself to below her eye level. I looked her in the eye and told her I was sorry. I then told her I loved her, handed her some stickers and gave her a big hug.
As I moved back from our embrace she had a smile that would have melted your heart. She was radiating like the sunshine. She had not only understood my apology but I think she was absolutely astonished that I sought her out to say sorry.
In Nessing, as a child you are low on the totem pole, as a female child, you’re pretty much last. Since I am seen as someone important to them, they elevate me high above everyone. As they do with all of our team. For me to lower myself to below her eye level and make this gesture, it didn’t just mean I was sorry, it meant that I deemed her worthy above me. And to see her little face radiate as it did after I hugged her, something they don’t really do, and tell her I loved her, words she doesn’t really understand in English, meant she understood whole heartedly and she knew what I was doing.
That’s the way the trip seemed to go. We would work, maybe get discouraged, or do something out of Gods character, He would speak and we would do our best to correct course then and there. God’s voice was near audible this whole trip and it was lovely to be in his constant, precious presence.
Upon saying goodbye today, I learned that “I love you” in the Tamang language is “Nga Maya Laba”. I said it to every child and adult I came in contact with that last day. Especially Pasang. I took her tiny face in my hands and said “Nga Maya Laba” and she looked at me and beamed saying it back to me almost blushing.
The rest of the last day was nothing short of crazy fantastic. After a very emotional morning of saying goodbye to our Nessing family, we hiked a miraculously quick 2.25 hr hike back to Gatlang, were presented with more Khada by Pastor Prem. We then threw all the bags in a makeshift work truck that Prem’s cousin owns, jumped in the back ourselves and descended the hill to Syafru, bouncing, laughing, singing and bruising the whole hour to Hotel Sky.
We’ve had cold cokes, showers, dinner, more chia, prayed over our rooms and are now off to bed. It seems just yesterday I was getting on that United flight to Japan in Hawaii, and already we are back down the mountain. It goes so very fast, but the lives we touch along the way have forever changed us, they have me for sure.
The journey to Nepal is always intended to bless the remote villagers with better health, but somehow it’s always us who get infused with heart transplants and a much bigger dose of the Holy Spirit.
Nga Maya Laba means I Love You in Tamang, the language the people of Nessing speak. I heard it and used it for the first time today. It was amazing to see the children react to me when I said it to them. They were so very eager to say it back. They know they’ll see me again, and they know that the Maya or love I have for them is true and real and that it comes directly from the Lord Jesus himself.























