Remember when I did this for the Mags? Well now here’s a tribute to my lovely spice girls. Enjoy!
When we prayed for each other in the orchid hostel.
That dinosaur Rebecca and I saw at that 7/11
Nai Harn beach where Christa and Anna got swept away (almost).
The night market in Phuket town with the AMAZING food. The real SGs went IN.
Phi phi island hoping.
When Molly said durian crepes were a waste. That had me dying.
The 25 baht coffee hut.
The gym next door to our hostel. THANK GOD ALMIGHTY.
Working out with Ariane.
Watching Charlie’s Angels on the bed.
Ham and cheese sandwich from 7/11. Word.
Christa told Molly to pause the movie so we could go get ham and cheese. It’s that serious.
Bumping Anna and Christa’s music on the top floor of our hostel.
On the bus when Christa mentioned nuggets and Anna sat up straight and asked if anyone said nuggets. The girl was sleep.
The prayer walk through Walking Street. Heaven come down.
Worship on the beach with Fusion Squad and our new brother in Christ, William, was baptized; then Jenny was baptized by Dacey and SB. AMEN.
Interceding in the spirit for the broken by myself in the hotel room. Me and you Jesus.
Almond cream croissant with Rebecca.
When Rebecca messaged me that morning we were supposed to run, and said she was sleeping instead. I told her I loved her and went back to sleep.
Saying see ya to the alumni squad leaders. Thank you God for them.
The flower smell in my airline blanket.
Seeing my favorite ice cream flavor at cold stone. Just seeing it felt like home.
Watching the Wonder, and then feeling really brave.
Listening to home by Johnnyswim on the bus from Bangkok to Myanmar. Made me miss Fixer Upper real bad.
The Baptist church that let us stay in their tree house and wait for our bus so we didn’t have to wait on the curb in the hot sun. I praise God for the body of Christ nationwide.
Sleeping on the ground at that bus station in Yangon from 2am to 6am.
Finally showering and laying down at the hostel in Yangon after traveling from Thailand.
Playing the question game Christa had for us.
Those noodles and rice we ordered. Sunday meals are my favorite
The eggs and potatoes we had for breakfast.
The snack lady up the street, and her sweet smile. Eta.
The little girl who showed us the way out of the mud.
The snack stand lady who always talked about how she missed us.
Taking that first bucket shower at the water basin. Refreshing.
Trying to watch Lord of the Rings, and we changed it to 3 different computers.
Scrubbing that squatty with Christa.
Watching the boys at the mission college play soccer and Rebecca, Gabby, and I cheered for them like proud moms on the sidelines in the pouring rain.
Chocolate pillows.
Teaching the classes at the Bible college.
Singing Holy Spirit with the students.
Killing my first cockroach. The Lord has transformed me.
Every time we have eggs and potatoes.
The fact that Christa can have a stomach virus and still help us cook an amazing meal. That’s true love.
Working out with Anna, Mad Dog, Ariane, Rebecca, Amy and Molly.
I gave my first sermon about writing the name of God on our hands.
Hand washing my clothes and realizing I never actually get them clean.
The frog symphony that started around 9pm every night.
The women’s retreat and we washed The women’s feet.
When we taught about John the Baptist.
When we asked the students is everyone is here, and they told us who was skipping class. Priceless.
Nay Minh Khant playing Justin Bieber as we worked out in the church. Classic.
When we got to use bleach to clean the house. A-freaking-men.
Myanmar Royal Teamix.
Watching Lord of the Rings Extended version.
The geckos the lived in our house with us and ate all the bugs. I love geckos. I seriously love them so much, and the clicking noise they make.
We’re my clothes ever clean in Myanmar? Not once. Everything was damp. Always.
The day in class we asked the students what they wanted to do for a game and they said sleep. SAME.
When Jospeh was late for class because he carried the water jug for me back to the kitchen.
When the students didn’t understand what adultery was so they typed it into google and the translation spoke in the middle of the lesson. I couldn’t breathe I was laughing so hard.
When Pat ling said he would be heartbroken if his wife committed adultery. He was so genuine.
When the students slaughtered the pig that we had been feeding all month. Rough.
When Rebecca and I went to the boys window and surprised Van Dro and he said “I am surprised!” Hilarious.
When we had fried chicken for dinner in the bush. Word.
Pillows and milk. Praise.
Seeing the students clothed in the righteousness of Christ.
The farewell service with the students. Lit. They were shouting with excitement, and we all praised together and danced.
The students brought us tea and muffins after service. Amazing.
Watching Megan and Mariah dance with Elizabeth up front and she burst into tears saying how much she would miss them, and they hugged her.
Seeing Van Dro memorize scripture. A man of peace. A young man of God.
Playing hangman with Samuel and watching him praise God. His love for the Father.
Watching Brenseang dance during worship. Homeboy can dance.
Staying an extra day in Myanmar and praying over the students and washing their feet.
Our last night in Myanmar at the college, we ordered take out, and laughed around the table when the power went out.
Talking and sitting on David and Nancy’s porch drinking tea, while it was pouring
The boys walking our stuff to the taxi for us. They asked to hug us. So sweet.
India orientation and we got free kurtas. Bomb.
Trying pennir for the first time. Fried cheese.
I love curd.
Indian fashion is best.
Solomon and Grace.
The first village we preached at and there little boy named Akil looked at me and said praise the lord with his toothy grin.
When I told the woman chaloo, meaning enough, and she said kochum kochum, meaning a little bit, and gave me more rice.
Christa preaching under a street light to a small crowd and people stopped to listen.
The short church that Tim preached at, and fed cake to a 6 year old girl on her birthday.
Sleeping next to Rebecca on the concrete floor.
Grace’s curry chicken. Lord bless her.
Solomon’s laugh. Jovial.
When Tim started singing at that church and we butchered the song. Praise God it doesn’t matter how we sound.
The pastor and wife that took 10 orphan boys into their home. Such a beautiful couple.
Realizing we need more praise songs in America. Noted.
I love listening to a song and I can remember the country I heard it in and who played it. I don’t ever wanna forget that.
The village with the woman named Chera who reminded me of my mom. That smile.
Daniel, the pastors son who translated in the village for us.
Having chai at every village and every afternoon.
Joshua and Nikita.
All the down time we had for me to read my bible, and journal.
Praying for John with the big smile.
Dutch Blitz.
Working out, sleeping, eating, and hanging out in the church.
When Ariane starts laughing and you know the Holy Spirit told her something.
When Tim had a noodle on his big toe at breakfast. I was dying.
Holy Spirit moved, Molly, Christa, and I preached successively, across the street from a Hindu meeting place where a woman hung her head over the gate to listen.
When Grace prayed healing over Christa with oil.
Grace teaching us to make cibatti.
Joshua comes with us to ministry. His smile.
Solomon stops on the way home to get us thumbs up. Bless him.
I see Charon one last time. She reminds me of my beautiful mother. I love India.
Those spicy potatoes with curd and cibatti.
Boarding the night train for our adventure. Sleeper class.
When Tim shared his French fries. My favorite food ever. So nice.
Touring the ruins in Hampi. Whitney and Haley.
Seeing the chicken leg on the train floor. Just go to sleep.
Hanging out with Drea. She’s dope.
Mango tree restaurant. HUMMUS.
When Rebecca came back and she gave all us so much stuff from America. She’s a wonderful woman.
Coming back to Grace and Solomon’s after our adventure weekend. Feels like home.
The beautiful little girl who looked like a princess.
Preaching back to back to back. Thanks Holy Spirit.
Being able to wash my capalana after it had been through so much. Blessed.
Watching Ariane put on her makeup. How can she do it so well with so little. Impressed.
Celebrating Joshua’s 11th birthday.
Speaking and praying for the church at the memorial service.
Playing my worship playlist and thinking of Tabitha singing the songs. Miss her.
Leaving Solomon and Grace. Hard.
Seeing people reunited with their parents at PVT.
Reuniting with the Mags at PVT. Blessed.
Seeing my mom with her natural hair. Word up.
When Becky bought me a pillow. I love her.
Hanging out with Rebecca’s parents.
When my mom brought me mouthwash. Bless her soul.
The circle time with mine and Bill’s mom.
Mag family lunch at habanero’s.
The Holy Spirits work at PVT on that rooftop.
Talking with my mom at beyond coffee. So good.
Ordering too much food at paradise with mom.
Being awake and cognoscenti at 3am for travel day to Nepal.
Being with the team again.
Meeting the Christian woman in her shop at Nepal.
When our host met us with the warmest welcome we’ve ever had.
Our host telling us why he named his daughter what he did.
Walking everywhere in Nepal.
Praying for our hosts son before he left to Denmark.
Going to the slums to teach the kids.
When Susanne drew henna on my hand.
Helping the girls with homework and doing devotion with them.
Eating dinner at our hosts house. Sooo good.
Going to Our hosts house for Friday night bible study. Family.
The baby girls smiles when they want you to play with them.
The rescue of baby A, and the mother that gave him to our wonderful hosts. Praying.
Going to lunch with Todd at Southern Comfort. Funny.
The momo man.
Going to Pokhara with our host and their family. Best kids.
Being able to wash my filthy clothes and body after the village. Praise.
Going back to New Life.
Going to our host families house for her daughters birthday.
My incredible birthday dinner, and when Kevin and SB surprised me after I ate ice cream. Tuck jumps.
Story telling at Brian’s house. Home.
Love,
Alisha
