So it’s been a while since I have blogged (oops). But no worries, I am alive and well and finished with month six (which is incredibly mind blowing… where has the time gone?) I am getting used to living out of a backpack, sleeping on the floor, and wearing the same outfit four days in a row. It just hit me that I have been a missionary for a while now and that it seems so natural and normal. Honestly, I freaking love life. So, supporters, THANK YOU!! This opportunity has radically changed my heart and mind and I am humbly thankful that I have this chance to spread the good news in so many different places!
This month I have been in Chiang Rai, Thailand working at a sustainable, organic farm called The Little Farm Thailand. The farm serves as a respite for those affected by human trafficking, the sex trade, and poverty. Our hosts Heidi and John have the biggest hearts and use every minute of their day and every resource they can get their hands on to serve everyone around them. It’s been such a joy to come alongside them and serve in so many different ways. Check our their website- http://www.thelittlefarmthailand.com/
(Also, keep an eye out for a fundraiser for the farm we are going to launch soon)
We worked at the farm most days during the day but we also worshiped and played at a children’s home nearby, planned a women’s retreat, attended worship nights, got together with women in the Destiny Rescue human trafficking program, and worked with an organization called Project Justice at a hill tribe every other week. this month was packed but it was SO life giving.
At the farm, my month consisted of weeding pineapples for days (they literally have 12,000 pineapple plants), hoeing rows of dirt (hello, man hands), planting all types of seeds, milking goats, making mud walls for an earth home, and many more #domestic activities. Last week, one of our jobs was to shovel pig poop from the pig pen and carry it across the farm to spread over rows of plants to use as fertilizer. Sounds lovely right? It actually was.
It smelled awful, I got dirty, and I was dripping sweat but the Lord spoke to me in such a beautiful way.
I was waiting for a teammate to come back to have their poop bucket refilled (lol what is life) and I had a moment of overwhelming gratitude. Thankfulness washed over me in such a tangible way- I could fill the spirit of God with me. I started singing quiet praises to him. He reminded me that I am cherished. He reminded me of his provision so far. He spoke to me about how he was going to lead me. He told me I don’t have to worry about where I will be in the future or where I will live or work or anything at all. If I am keeping my eyes steadfast on him he will provide everything I could ever want, need, desire, and then some.
A question that l am asked over and over again is “What are you going to do after the race?” This question used to honestly stress me out to the max. But after this encounter with the Lord it excites me. I don’t have any clue at all what I will do after the race or in life. But guess what? The Lord does. And he’s going to lead me to something so much better than I could ever imagine. Whether that is teaching in Tennessee or being a missionary overseas – he’s got it under control.
“I cry out to the God Most High, to God who fulfills his purpose for me.” Psalm 57:2
