The first time I saw Malota, a jungle village in Northern Thailand, I fell in love. In love with the people, in love with the children, in love with the place. God put something in me that has been aching to be born ever since, a longing to belong to these people and to this place that was so overwhelming I would just cry with frustration wanting to be there, to live and work among these people everyday. And finally a year later God granted me the desire of my heart by preparing a place in a mountain village so perfect for me that I knew it unmistakably was Him. So I have moved to a Karen village high in the mountains, so remote that it is two hours from a paved road and inaccessible at times except by 4 wheel drive. It has no electricity, no hot water, no Starbucks and is about 6 hours from the mall but it is surrounded by the most beautiful mountains I have ever seen and is inhabited by the loveliest, kindest people I have ever known.
My role will be to teach the children both the bible and English, to preach in the church and travel to the surrounding villages preaching and teaching the Word of God. I am also in close proximity to my children’s home so I will be able to be more involved there teaching, educating and taking them with me as we preach the Word in the mountains. I know this new assignment for me will not be easy, but as I look into the eyes of the children God has given me in this village (approx 150) I know that the potential of God is in each one of them and they can change the world if only they have a chance to fulfill the plan God has for them. The smallest, dirtiest, poorest child is worth my life because Jesus died for them. They could be the next Billy Graham or Mother Teresa if only they have a chance. My assignment is to impart to them a passion for God and give them the education they need and then step back and see the miracles and the healing that only God’s love can bring.
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