Sometimes earth gets a kiss from heaven.
It happened yesterday. A pool full of used-to-be-orphans shrieking their joyful playing under a bright afternoon sun.
The profound dichotomy is not lost on me in that moment. How joy has been traded for despair; belonging for abandonment. These are reclaimed treasures spending an afternoon very, very differently than they would be had they not been rescued.
The harsh reality of it is, that without Suradet's intervention, and without our partnership in that intervention, these children would be begging, starving, pimped out for drug money, or trying to survive on their own through prostitution. This is not an exaggeration. Not here.
This reality always sobers me in disturbing ways.
Then there's this. With such an intergenerational Team from Highview, another part of the redemptive beauty of the day was how easily all of us played together. Skin colour, language...didn't matter. Every tribe, every tongue ever nation....hallelujah, hallelujah.
So this day, this glorious day, we are allowed a peek into the glory that's waiting. I swam over to Tutu, gave her a big wet hug and said, "I'm pretty sure there's a pool in heaven just like this.".
Now for Sunday. Worship with Hot Springs Church. Resting this afternoon. Chiang Mai walking market this evening.
And in the sweet spaces of every moment, Heaven's Breath.
Thank you all again and again, for every support you have offered. It is not taken for granted.
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