let's think about our God,
the High and Loving One

Upon receiving an email from Pee Aom (my Thai translater in 2005's Mission Trip), I looked through the photographs taken during that trip. Once again, a hint of nostalgia ran through me. And then I thought I missed the Thai people who worked with us.

Pee Aom. That's the only name I can remember. There was, too, a cheery girl and a very funny guy, both from the youth team, but I've shamefully forgotten their names. And I miss the little baby girl with 2 pony tails and was decked in pink, who followed us to the Hmong Village. There is an itching in me to recall their names now.







Speaking of which, brings me to my first Mission Trip in Thailand, when I met my first Thai friend, Nui. I rode on her motorbike, which was my first as well. A few weeks after that Mission Trip, I remember receiving a long distance call from Nui. But I couldnt make out what she was saying. Now, I miss Nui, the Achan (Pastor) & his wife, who gave me my Thai name.

This year, I'll be going to Thailand again. I wonder how all these people are doing. Chances are that I wont see them, perhaps ever again on earth. I dont know how to feel, but I take comfort in knowing that I will spend eternity with them in heaven after my time on earth is done. Its going to be a long way though.