Dear Thailand,
I really miss you. You were such a sweet two months. I laughed a lot. I cried a lot. But most importantly, I was transformed. After walking your streets for those 8 weeks, I grew to love those that look and act so differently than me. I learned to love trying new adventures and foods and cultures. I fell in love with the sights and sounds of Chiang Mai. I love everything about Thai culture and language and history and people. As much as I felt peace as I explored your country, my heart broke into a million pieces as I watched people succumb to the darkness held within. I saw women bought as an object of sex slavery and named “worthless”. I heard the stories of orphans thrown to the side and labeled “unloved”. And despite the darkness, I saw God’s hands everywhere. Thailand, He’s orchestrating a redemption story in you. I spent the first month loving and serving my own squad through breakfast and things around the hostel, but the second month – the second month my heart took root in your country. It went deep in its love and passion for your children and those who lack in spirit. I bonded and cherished time with your joyful servants at BG and Z. I fell completely and utterly in love with your sweet people. Every time I think back to you, I get to remember you as the place I learned humility. Thailand, you taught me to love myself and despite everything, God’s grace is freely given. You’re the place I learned meekness. I learned to see things from a higher perspective and dwell on the roof. I walked in with no expectations, but I left with my heart overflowing. I will never be the same because of you. Thailand, my heart broke leaving you behind. I miss you so much, but I promise to come back some day. Don’t forget about me <3
Love,
Amy Grace
P.S. take care of AG for me. Especially Sw, Cw, and Bean. I love them with my whole heart.
*note to reader: abbreviations are used for discretion
