I really enjoyed this book. I could identify with many of the author's seasons - of preparation, inadequacy, adjustment, confusion, distraction, challenge and so on. Some I feel myself going through currently, others I recognise I've passed through previously. I love it when books can make me involuntarily laugh or groan aloud (although that can be difficult if I'm in a public place!) and this one certainly did that.
The descriptions of life in India and Nepal resonated with me - although my time spent as a missionary was in Africa, rather than Asia, it appears that some things are the same in developing nations the world over! The author's description of being called to Nepal and how God prepared her for that was also an experience with which I could identify.
I loved her description of "coincidences", which are more "God-incidences" - especially when you can see the bigger picture.
And it was so nice to read a memoir that was well-written. I often seem to read autobigraphies/memoirs/biographies where a person has had an interesting life, but it becomes clear that they (or the person they've chosen as their biographer) are not the person who should be writing the life story. Many seem to be disjointed and full of seemingly irrelevant details but this author has written her story clearly and succinctly. A true pleasure to read.
My 2 favourite quotes in the book come at the beginning and the end and together I think they sum the book up nicely.
“Spiritually, we also move in seasons. We seem to bounce between times of great intimacy and closeness with God, to times of dryness. Like a ping pong ball that would rather stay still, I long for intimacy all of the time. But I know in my heart that it is not to be. The phone call that heralds fear, the diagnosis that brings grief, the material season that gives abundance... These seasons not only affect the world in front of me but they also in a strange and parallel way, affect my relationship with God. So I peer into the fog of my current season, often wondering what I will gain from my toil. I wonder whether I will see His hand transform my seasons into beauty. I wonder whether I will ever fathom what He is doing from beginning to end...”
“We all know that if the seasons were the same, there would be no growth. We know that without winter there would be no spring. We know that without frosts there would be no bulbs and without the monsoon there would be no rice harvest. In the same way, we also know that without sorrow there would be no joy. Without pain there would be no healing. I think that's precisely where the beauty comes in. It comes in through the fruit of the seasons. He has indeed made everything beautiful in its time.”