I wake up on a blue tile floor with a sleeping pad and a pillow for my bed. The kids on the street begin there day playing and laughing, stray dogs are pacing the streets looking for scraps, the sound of mopeds muffle on the roads, rain falls against the tin roof, and I realize I’m not in Georgia anymore.
Three planes and 42 hours later I’m on the other side of the world in Rayong, Thailand. Sleep deprived, nauseous, headaches, and dehydration has hit me hard and I struggle to process where I am and what I’m doing. Sweat and tears stream down my face. I was longing for peace and for comfort. I wasn’t longing to be back home but I was looking for some kind of sign that I was supposed to be here.
I didn’t recieve that sign till I met our ministry host, Pastor TJ. What a God driven beloved son of God. He is full of life and so pleased we took time out of our purposely busy American lives, to follow God and his calling for us.
For the next two months we will be teaching english to kids, ages 5-15. Let me repeat myself. I’m teaching english. Never in my life would I consider myself being a part time teacher. I’m filled with an overwhelming amount of joy because God is with me wherever I go. He is here, He is present and this is where I am supposed to be.
This is the first traditonal Thai meal we received.
Some students learn how to draw and write out, flower, chair, table, television, door, and window.
