"I will lift up my eyes to the hills" is not mere sentiment about how beautiful the mountains are or how big our God must be to have made them.
We will never go where we should until we tire of where we are.
We make our own sacrifices and worship our own gods, from materialism to social justice. We have our own talismans, always connected to our human conceit.
There were classes in science, math, English and Nepali, all based on workbooks and recitation. I would not have been able to study, with the amazing view outside the open windows.
I could thank the Puritans for my luxuries, with their clean, industrious ways. I’m sure I can thank the Lord, whose mercies are new every morning—even in Nepal. I just want to remember how rich I am.