To finish the course
Woke up late. Helped one of my aunts cook lunch, which consisted of sambar, (lentils) sambal (anchovies with tomatoes & onions) and rice. Spent some time reading and praying–my schedule has been a bit upside down here so haven’t been getting enough time with Jesus, and when that happens I’m not so great to be around. 
After lunch went with my 3 little cousin’s sisters to visit my grandfathers grave (we call him Tata, Tamil for grandfather). The cemetery was on a beautiful hill side, quite peaceful, lit a candle at my grandfather’s grave. This whole last week has seemed a bit morbid for me, as my grandmother (suffering from Alzheimer’s but still a gem of a person) is continually saying things like “I want to go” to me, I am never sure how to respond. They say that death makes you think more about life, and I have been thinking quite deeply about true living. A little excerpt of a message from Jesus I read this morning that stuck in my head…
“If you can say with Paul at the end of your days, "I have fought a good fight, I have finished the course, I have kept the faith," (2 Tim. 4:7) then you will have been the kind of fighter I need. If you can say the same when you get to Heaven, then you will have run the race as I wanted it run, fought the war as you should, done your best for Me, and there will be a great reward laid up for you for having done your part. Your job on Earth will be done, you’ll have completed My mission for you, and you’ll hear Me say, "Well done, good and faithful servant; enter into the joy of your Lord!"
I want to hear those words more than anything!!