Driving on the left side of the road, turning on the faucet only to realize there is no water and no way of knowing when there will be water, using a squatty potty, walking pretty much everywhere, using dishes that someone else just used to eat breakfast (without washing them first), having absolutely no idea what exactly it is I'm eating, unable to understand those around me and them not understanding me, not washing my hands, wearing the same clothes day after day. A week ago, none of this would have seemed normal, but now I have begun to lose my sense of normalcy.
Loving and serving others through action and deed instead of through words is now reality because it is a necessity. I notice I smile more, hug more, touch more, am more playful and laugh more. Those are the vocabulary of a universal language. We are blessed to be ministering to the Chinese and Indian-Malaysian people through children's ministry, manual labor constructing a building, house visits, food distribution and prison ministry. Please pray for the 600 Indian-Malaysian families in Kelantan, Malaysia. The harvest is plenty, but the workers are few.
