Hannah, Taylor, and I were sitting in a cute little tea house in Yangon just a few hours before heading off to the airport. We all went around the table talking about our month.
When it was my turn I just couldn’t stop talking about how much I loved everything about the past 4 weeks. I loved the community bucket showers outside, the slumber parties on the floor with the girls every night, the take out fried rice, the over 30 hour bus ride to Hakha, teaching English in the college and to the children in Hakha, the people we met, all the memories we made, everything.
I just couldn’t shut up about it all. I kept saying, “I don’t know guys, but I feel like I’ll be back here one day. I think God is going to bring me back to Myanmar. I don’t think this is my last time here.”
When I finally stopped talking I looked across the table at my friend Hannah.
She was quietly sitting there with a little mysterious smirk on her face. She giggled a little then said, “If you don’t feel like God is calling you back here for sure then you need to look at the wall behind you”. I was like— “Ohhhkkkaaaayyy”.
When I looked at the wall I think my heart might have stopped beating.
The wall said:
Dear Emily,
My only wish would be that you could make a trip over the great ocean. The land is golden, the people are gracious and they have taught me many things about kin and kindness. It won’t be long until we see each other again my dear.
Love,
Fraiser
I like to think of this as a letter to me from God. At the end, instead of it being signed love Fraiser, I picture Fraiser as Father.
Until next time Myanmar.
xoxo,
EM
Luke 1:45 “And blessed is she who believed that there would be a fulfillment of what was spoken to her by the Lord.”
