Three small, frail girls, full of giggles as they see a white lady for maybe the first time. Shrieking and copying her every move and sound as they skip down the road and twirl amidst the slums. They are light as feathers.

A group of men gathered around a fenced in area, shouting, as roosters attack each other. A chicken fight! To the left, women working in the rice fields. Another man, chasing some roosters that possibly escaped the fight.

Riding a bike home from the bike rental shop, along small crowded streets filled with people on bikes and scooters, cars and trucks, women walking with umbrellas from the sun, men in long wrap skirts, shops and food everywhere.
In front of me a women sitting sidesaddle on the back of a bike, holding a small child in one arm and an umbrella over her husbands head as they ride along.

Two women sitting in the back of a police car. One crying. Fearful. They had been caught. As refugees without documents, they cant be sent back to Burma, yet they can live in Thailand either. Maybe a refugee camp with thousands of others, behind a fence they cant leave.

Sitting on the back of the bike, Somying pedaling along the rocky dirt road, rice fields and sugarcane on both sides, blue jagged mountains in the distance.

A sweet little Burmese girl, eyes wide, full of life, intelligent, translating my broken Thai into Burmese for the ladies, inviting them to come to Thai and/ or English lessons. She is the intercessor between us as we try to build relationships with the parents of our students. Unfortunately they work the whole week and have no days off.

Two Burmese brothers, eagerly greeting us as we ride up to the Avoda house in the morning, spending the whole day with us. One, looking around for anything to be cleaned, sharpening pencils, turning on the fan for me, sweeping the floor. His brother, strumming the guitar continuously, coming over to me to teach him, desperately wanting to learn. I dont play guitar, but we open up a site and practice the notes.

Driving two kiddos home on the bike after an evening of running and twirling; hearing the clear sweet voice singing songs about Jesus behind me.
Friendly Burmese people riding past us on every side.
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I am living in the middle of Gods plans which are higher and greater then mine!
The life that was planned for me before creation.
The life I have dreamed of.
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Today I feel like I need to be doing more, but I don’t know how to start. I don’t speak Burmese, I don’t possess any skills that could better the lives of these people. One truth calms me. This is the Lords work. Don’t rush ahead but trust with quiet patience as you wait upon the Lord for His guidance.

“O Lord, I know that the way of man is not in himself;it is not in man that walketh to direct his steps.”
Proverbs 10:23
” Man’s goings are of the Lord” Proverbs 20:24

Another weekend trip to our project in Mae Sot.
In Him, Kristina