This past week has been filled with plates of Indian food and full hearts.
This bowl of khichdi, a potato, rice, and lentil dish, was a gift to my daughter and I from an Indian women whose family owns a store in town.
She sent a bowl full of her family’s dinner with my husband for his family to try. I was amazed. Excited. Scared.
Several years ago, my husband’s heart began to soften towards the people of India and his love for Indians has overflown to become a part of our family’s story. We read and talk about India as a family, we eat lots of Indian food, my husband is learning the Hindi language, we watch cartoons in Hindi, we play Hindi alphabet games on the tablet, and go to the Indian grocery store. My husband has been spending the last 8 or 9 months attempting to build relationships with Indian and South Asian families in our area. I’ve never been very involved, really just experiencing it through my husbands recounting of visits and stories.
When I opened up the fridge door Friday, saw this bowl filled with this food, heard the story of where it was from, and realized that it was for me, I knew that was about to change. The next day the bowl was returned, smiles were exchanged, and thank you’s were offered to her husband as I met him for the first time.
Although we’ve still yet to met, I’ve now established a connection with this sweet woman and it’s time for me to become involved, to build community and a relationship from someone very different than my usual circle of friends and circle of influence.
I’ll be honest with you- it’s scary. I don’t have the answers of how this works. This crossing of cultural lines within an area where even that concept is so foreign, learning to build community with those of different faiths. This is isn’t something I learned to do in college or at church growing up. But it’s exciting. Invitations have been extended, and hopefully my family will soon visit their home and then their family visit ours.
And y’all, she and her daughter are coming to our church’s Easter service next Sunday.
This little bowl of khichdi- I’m believing that it’s the beginning of something beautiful.