Small doubts and worries crossed my mind as I stepped off the plane onto the jetway in Thailand. What am I doing here? Do I have what it takes to care for these children? What if.. what if? “Well, there’s only one way to know”, I told myself, with more confidence than I felt.

But arriving at the home dispelled any worries in my mind, there are so many hugs and so much love to reach around, you can’t walk in without lots of little kids running and waving, and lots and lots of hugs.

 

My days consisted of a lot of teaching English to the kids, wherein I definitely questioned whether I knew English well enough to teach another person English. But it was incredibly rewarding, even in the six weeks that I was there, to see them becoming more confident in their words, and their progress in sounding words out was so fun to see. Everyday was honestly a party, how could it not be with 24 kids all in the same classroom!

 

Another highlight of my time was working in the medical room, I think my favorite part was the little bit of time we got to spend with each child individually, and learn to know their names and care for their little bumps and scrapes and make them feel loved and cared for!

 

I also did quite a few hospital runs and while I know it wasn’t fun for the kids, it was good to know that they were getting looked after and getting the professional help they need!

 

There is honestly not much that’s not to love about spending time there (minus the flooding, I could live without that), but the relationships that are built and constantly seeing God at work left with me with much gratitude for the time I got to spend there. And you can’t be there and not feel so incredibly loved…and it’s guaranteed you’ll leave a good piece of your heart behind…