Seven weeks of seven days.
That's where we're at in the race.
Moments of intention. And of quiet.
Moments of learning, and relearning.
Moments of sinking myself into the Word. Tirelessly.
Laughter as little girl moon crawls on our dinner table.
She looks at me only briefly before reaching her whole hand into my noodle dish.
I sat, stunned… then more laughter.
Moments of conversations.
Filled with questions.
Content with surrender.
Balance.
Morning runs filled with prayer.
Captivating my thoughts to focus on Him.
Training my mind to see past the orange robes.
To see the men, and offer a smile, and pray.
Moments of encouragement and confirmation.
Mornings and evenings punctuated with prayer, petition and thanksgiving.
The sponsorship of three Thai Compassion priority boys.
Gratitude beyond gratitude.
Wishes answered by faces I may never know.
Praise and glory given to Him for provision.
Moments of holy expectancy.
Bold request brought before the Cross.
Hope restored.
The inevitable but dreaded goodbyes.
Of being asked to hide in the kitchen, "you stay in Thailand next nine months"
Tears forming at the request.
The perfecting moments of week seven.
