I just watched the delivery man carry in our 9.5kg washer on his back. Yes, one man and one very large washer. Wow.
And, hula hoops are making a comeback in Mae Sot. They are in every market and in every color. We’ve also had the privilege of watching the kids do some pretty amazing work with them.
Really, though, we wanted to write about our neighborhood. We love it, but we also feel very burdened. There’s only one other foreign couple that we know of, and it’s a quite diverse area. They are some wooden homes, some bamboo huts, and some concrete homes (like ours); and there are multiple ethnicities present. Directly across the street from us is a small community of bamboo huts, like this:
And to the left of our front door, you can see our future garden (!) and this:
We’d really love to get to know these communities. Rather than being the white people who live comfortably across the street, we’d love to invite them into our home. We’d love to be out and play with the children. We want to love on them.
But we’re really not sure how to do this. Obviously it will take time, and I think more than anything the patience to wait for God to provide opportunities. So if could, pray with us that we’d have eyes to see the chances to get to know them. We’ve started by simply smiling and waving at everyone as we go.
And last, we had a request for a photo in our borrowed, moldy, sweaty helmets. Here you go, Leslie!
