An Army To Call My Own
Well, I’ve been back in Chiang Mai for a few days now. Back at Blossom Home. Back to the heat. Back to the sweat. Back to the waking up at 6am every day (well, that last part is new… I used to be able to sleep through sound far better than I can now).
How is it being back? Well, of course, it is bitter sweet. Bitter, because of those who I have back home. Because of the comfort I have decided to go without. But sweet, because I’m back doing what God wants, back with His people. Never is there a time of pure happiness, as I must choose to give up something. I cannot have my cake, and eat it too.
Things have changed a bit here too. Last week (just before my arrival), Blossom Home welcomed in another child. He is three years old, from the Lisu tribe, and his name is, spelled as accurately as I can, Ahnohneh. I think he feels safe with me, secure. Kind of like how the little bird must feel, perched atop the back of the wild bull elephant.
This week, we also had another child come to live here. This one is six, from the Akha tribe, and his name is Guy. A bit different for him though, as he shall only have part sponsorship as his mother works abroad, and will send money back.
Two new kids in two weeks, bringing the total of our happy little family up to 11 kids. At this rate I’ll be able to fulfill my life long dream of having an army to call my very own. Training starts at dawn!
