You know that scene in Bambi when everyone becomes Twitterpated in the springtime? Yea, that’s what’s happened to me in Bangkok. But not with a guy, with the city. And this ministry.
I may not be leaving my physical self in Thailand (ha! Did you really think I would?), but this is the first time since launch that I’m being torn from somewhere I love, from somewhere that I don’t want to leave. It’s a chunk of my heart that remains.
I’ve had more physical energy since arriving to Thailand, and haven’t felt as much spiritual heaviness as in Cambodia. I’m surprised at how much I’ve been enjoying big-city life. Thai people have been incredibly friendly and generous. The food is bomb. This is a culture of coffee-drinkers and firm believers in air conditioning.
Santisuk School teaches English to eager adults, including Bible stories as part of the curriculum. I get to share the gospel, cleverly disguised as English classes.
This month marks our halfway point. I’m not sure if that’s cause to celebrate or a reason to mourn. Probably neither, but instead a reason to be thankful. What a beautiful gift.
If I gain nothing more during this journey, I’ve gained enough. Learning to love (mostly) unconditionally is the point.
But in order to stay, the green bar at the top of my blog must reach 100%. I’m about 800$ short. If you’ve read my prior blogs, you know that this is my FIRST time asking YOU the reader to consider donating monies to my cause. As our cab driver the other day informed us: “No money, no honey.” How about some money, honey?
Surely you know it’s tax deductible, and my deadline is in TWO short weeks. Thanks for at least considering it/me.
In other news, we leave for Malaysia in a few days to spend Christmas together as a squad before dispersing to new cities and new ministries.
Onward we go!
