Continue to Break Me, God

We have spent the last couple of week in Mae Sot going throughout the city. Here, we do different ministry than we have done in any other place. Almost everyday holds something new. Afternoons are usually spent at Morning Glory, a school for Burmese kids. We have been working on the floor for a kitchen- one, two, three. Yeah, don't think I am ever going to forget the ratio after doing it so many times. So we did the floor and we also taught English. My friend, Brook and I taught class the first day and then he went to help with the floor and I was in the class by myself. We began to work on The Hare and the Tortoise. Kids who do not speak English as a first language saying "tortoise" and "will" is one of the most adorable things. Each day that I have not worked with them, I have realized that I miss them. They are such a joy. Especially the way they try so hard and are so interested in learning and saying a word correctly.

My Burmese is pretty bad and my Thai is awkward, but I have a language everyone speaks. A smile and a hug go a long long way. I learned this even deeper today at the prison. Not all the woman were released to spend time with us, and they would stand on the other side and watch us. One lady kept watching me; maybe because I kept smiling at her and trying to let her know that I saw her. I don't know to be honest. But I have seen a smile brighten days. Maybe a smile brightens their life. Thailand is the Land of Smiles and for the most part that is true, but the Burmese are not Thai. And it is evident to me by how little they smile in comparison to the Thais. 

The other night, we had finished open air and were sitting at a restruant to eat when this young woman came up to our table. She was 17 and pregnant and had a 2 yr old baby in her hands. The little boy was her nephew, but he was always with her. She was begging, same as last night. Brook and I looked at each other, then at Kevin, our team leader, and then to the girl. "Would you like to eat with us". She began to speak Thai and the team translator told us that she could not because she still had to get twenty one baht.  And there was also something about how she could not eat what we were eating, but we did not fully understand what was being said. If we gave her the rest of the money, but she at least sit with us? She sat and asked if it was okay to order for the little boy. I was glad to see that she ate as well. We asked her questions, but mainly she spoke with the translator who later told us her story. The little boy had an open wound on his knee and we had first aid supplies. We patched him up then Brook and Geert-Jan ran to the store to buy him some ice cream for his bravery. I have not seen the two of them since, but they are never far from my mind. Join me in prayer for the young mother and the two children.

We are forever hanging out with children. It is tiring work trying to entertain them and make sure they have a good time. We have worked with so many tribes and nations during this time and I am sure The Lord looks down and dances and sings and plays odd versions of rock, paper, scissors with us. Because when you get down to the heart of what we are doing, we are showing these children the tangible love of Jesus Christ. We are his hands and feet. And these children are Jesus. 

Treat everyone like he is Jesus Christ for who never know who is.

There is still another week of outreach left and then the dreaded plane ride. For me, releasing that my heart is here in Thailand with everyone u have met along the way. Thank you so much football your prayers and support.

Oh, and my outreach is still not paid off so if you could pray for that as well. Thank you.