The last country on this journey. Wow! Can’t believe it’s here. I’ll be home in less than a month. Not going to lie as I’m sitting typing in the 110 degree weather with 89% humidity home sounds pretty refreshing right now. We’ve been living here for the past week and a half. We are in the middle of a village far from anything of what I’d consider modern day living. I take showers out of the trough water using a bucket. The bathroom is a squatting potty that the 10 dogs we live with get into and eat what our bodies leave behind. I sleep on my sleeping pad and you probably already guessed it but there’s no air con of any sort around. I thought Thailand was hot, but this place is proving to be way hotter.
My team is teaching village children English each day. We have a textbook we teach from. I teach alongside my teammate Emmy. The team is split up two to a room. There’s several classes going on at a time. Each morning we have devos with the kids at 8:30 and then at 7 each evening we end our days with worship and testimonies. We live on site of ministry. My students walk in each day from the village to be taught.
Teaching is difficult. It’s crazy to me how they are learning another language in the language they are learning. We have no translators to help us. They are very eager to learn. That makes it a lot of fun.
Gods been teaching me more of leaning into him for patience. We aren’t really able to leave the place we are living at. There’s nothing around us in the village. It’s hard not to feel trapped at times. There’s 10 dogs. 7 of them are puppies still. We have chickens and a rooster. Oh and a family of ducks. Lots of noise. Patience with circumstances. Patience in things of comfort. Patience with others and patience and hearing from Him on what’s next for me after the race.
