Phuket

My time in Phuket was wonderful. Sharon and I stayed with her Korean friends, Gye Hwa and Bong Woo, and thier three children. We were welcomed warmly into thier home, and into the Korean community that lives in Phuket. I relaxed at the beach, went to a beautiful Island, ate delicious Korean and Vietnamese food, and I got entirely too much sun!

I am AMAZED once again at the hospitality, and warmness of the Asian culture. The love for family and community is very strong. I am finding myself blessed in so many ways. I desire somehow to be a blessing in return. We were able to worship together at a Korean church on Sunday, the music was beautiful...let me tell you, Koreans can SING! It was heavenly.

I posted some pictures, and I am hoping to take more soon. Thank you once again for your prayers, you all are amazing!

Anita

MaKhA bUcHa DaY

It is makha bucha day! I don't even know what that means, but I do know that I do NOT have school today or tomorrow, so I am pretty excited!

Tomorrow Morning at 7:50AM, Sharon and I am boarding a plane to go to Phuket. Sharon has some Korean friends living there, they are so gracious and will be hosting us. Three fabulous days at the beach, seeing new things, meeting new people, and relaxing! Yay! What excitment! I am going to be honest in saying that part of the excitment is that we will be flying, and not taking the bus. I just love airports and flying for some reason, and it doesn't matter how boring a flight it is, I love it. I will update after we return, and tell of all the adventures. ; ]

Love

They were created for more than this.

She was created to shine, and be free, and run, and be as a child.

To know Jesus, and the true love of a Heavenly Father.

Her innocence was stripped away. She is now masked

in shame, fear, deception, and callousness.

She is yearning to be free, yet this darkness,

this O so cruel darkness, holds her captive.

How long has it been? How long will it be?

How many questions have there been? How many tears have silently fallen?

When will the truth be made known?

Slowly time moves forward. It all becomes a loud, brightly colored stage.

As one of an actress, she numbly plays the role that has been assigned.

Coldness creeps in, and the questions cease.

Life becomes a bleak normality.

Her story is one of thousands, each story needing to be told.

They were created for, and are worth more than this.

Yes, each one was created in your image.

You know her name. You are acquainted with all of her ways.

How precious are your thoughts towards her O God!

How great is the sum of them.

Your love is genuine. You are pursuing her, and will not cease.

Your love is extravagant and without condition.

You have brought her to your banqueting house,

and your banner over her is love.

You have called her to arise from the ashes, and be redeemed.

She will declare the praises of you, and sing out a new song.

I have had some free time the past two days, because I am sick. On Sunday I came down with a fever and the flu.... Ahhh! I am feeling better than I was 2 days ago, but I am still not sabay sabay. Language school continues to move on, I am now in module 3, and I am enjoying it. Although I have now missed 2 days of school because of sickness, and I hope it won't be too difficult to jump back in. Thank you so much for your prayers.

much love.

Chinese New Year, A Story, and Some Rain

Almost wherever you go, you can see the festivities of the chinese New Year. Malls and shopping complexes are offering special discounts, and many open spaces are now packed full with food venders selling delicious food inside.
This evening, after spending a refreshing day with Sharon, I walked around Big C, a large shopping center, and the first floor was filled with these food vendors. So much noise, sounds and sights, it was very entertaining to watch.

I must tell a funny story. One day last week, I wore a long skirt. If any of you know me well, you probably know which skirt, it has seen better days! Well, I hop on a motorcycle to go home, as I am riding along, I feel something tug underneath me, and yes, my skirt is caught and tangled up in the motor! HA! I tell the driver to stop, and he looks at me with a questioned expression, and I point to what has happened. I don't know really what he thought, probably that I was just crazy! I get off the bike, and can barely move because I am still attached to the bike. By now many neighbors are watching and laughing, and I along with them. So, I tell him that we can cut it, there is no way it is coming out any other way. As if prepared, he opens a compartment in his bike, and pulls out a pair of scissors,and begins to hack away. I can barely controll my laugher by now, I mean this is quite a sight! So there I stand with the front of my skirt in place, and the back hacked off about six inches and smeared with grease. I thanked him very graciously, and got back on the bike and went home, and that is the end of that skirt, and the story.

Rain. I love almost everything about it. I enjoy the musty smell that lingers around, the sound, especially of a light downpour, and even the grayness that seems to cover everything. In my opinion morning rain is the best. I have to say it is not pleasent when you feet uncomfortably wet, yet I do enjoy walking in the rain. After almost three months no rain, it has showed it's face a few times this past week. It has been the kind of rain that comes in the morning, for just a short time, enough to create an overcast and soak the earth, and then almost instantly, the sun begins to shine brightly again and give it's warmth. I have really enjoyed these little rains. I have been told the normally this happens while the seasons are tranisitioning from winter to summer. It will be very hot soon, and then the beautiful rainy season will follow.