It’s been one week since my teammates and I arrived at our ministry location, Ratchaburi. Our little home is a four story apartment surrounded by rich green mountains and heavily watered rice fields. Filled with street venders, and floating markets: the city is culturally rich. Phi (uncle) Mong Khon is our host, and despite his lack of knowing English, he’s managed to make his way into all of our hearts with his silly humor.
When we first arrived in Ratchaburi, our contact explained that the plans he had for ministry each day would be very tentative for a time, due to his wife’s sudden fatal illness. As a team, we prayed over the situation, and decided to remain in Ratchaburi and aid our contact’s family in any way we could through the healing process. To date, we have had the opportunity to teach English in elementary schools, clean our contact’s home in preparation for his wife’s return from the hospital, share our testimonies on a local radio show, and go on prayer walks through the city.
Yesterday was by far my favorite day of the race. We scoured a mountain near our home, and stood at the top in a Buddhist temple, praising the one true God, and praying over the city that lay before us. His heart expelled through my team and declared, “This is my city. These are my people. This is my country. They will have no other God, but me.” Less than 1% of the people in Thailand believe in Jesus, but as my teammate pointed out, only 12 disciples were needed to spread the Christian church thousands of years ago. Jesus is alive, and hope is coming to Thailand!
Please be praying for my squad, the country of Thailand, and the people we’re encountering! Abba is already moving mountains in our ministries, and in our own hearts. Thank you to all of my prayer warriors! I have felt your prayers like crazy this past week, and am truly so blessed by you. I love you all!
Blessings from Ratchaburi, Thailand.
