A monk invited us in to see his house. I loved this picture of his robe drying on the line in front of the white building with the blue spray painted windows. Bhuddism is like putting on that orange robe and looking through a fake window.
The Big Buddha that our monk friend Juan so insisted that we needed to see.
Juan the monk. Yeah I know. Juan. That definitely sounds like a Spanish name and not a name you would hear in Thailand. He is beckoning us to follow him as he escorts us to the temple.
Juan standing so proud in front of the Big Buddha where Natalia, Lindsay and I stood and prayed for him to know the love of Jesus Christ.
Monks walking on the beach during my sunset date with the Lord.
Sunrise. The Lord woke me up at 4am and I sat and waited for the glorious light of the sun to rise over the waters. It was well worth it.
Sunsets are even beautiful without the colors. (it leaves room for the imagination)
I love the color dancing on the water
Wow. Glory and Splendor proclaimed across the sky.
I just love Sunrises!
