So blessed to have been on this medical missions trip to Thailand and the Philippines. Follow the team on Facebook.

We met at the airport on Tuesday, May 21st at 8:30pm. Our flight was actually after midnight on Wednesday, the 22nd. To make matters more complicated, we lost a day (Thursday) during our travels.

We were awakened at 1am by dinner service. Philippine Airlines pilot Captain Percival a.k.a. “Mr. Sunshine” was making his final flight after 35 yrs. of service. He nailed the landing perfectly, to the cheers of the passengers.

After a 10-hour flight to Manila, we had a 3-hour layover before a 3-hour flight to Bangkok. We were greeted there by Pastor Goi and Yo. We were also greeted by the most incredible humidity that I’ve ever experienced in my life. It felt as if you were standing in the sun with a hair dryer blowing on your face.

Soon we arrived at the Kantary House Hotel just outside of Bangkok.

Thank God Bang Kapi was not as hot and humid as Bangkok. Only 99˙. We rested and had our team devotions.

Here’s a street vendor outside of our hotel. I was advised not to eat the street food due to parasites. Bummer….

We walked across the bridge to the Bang Kapi Mall. Here’s a water taxi.

I had sour spicy noodle soup, chicken rice (khao mun gai,) and braised pigs feet. So ono. Tomorrow we travel to Mae Sot. Can’t believe I’m here. Thank you Jesus.

After devotions, we had breakfast at the hotel (included.) I really like Thai rice soup w/ pork bones & spicy toppings. I especially like the fish sauce that has garlic, chili, cilantro, and lime. I’m also learning to eat with a spoon in my right hand and a fork in my left.

Here is our bus for the 7-hour drive to Mae Sot. And here is our team (L to R:) me, Lisa “LT,” Tracy, Janine, Steve, Jeannie, Sam, and Jeremy “Jerms.” Sawadee Kha!

This is what most of the drive looked like. We would occasionally come across rice fields and skinny cows.

This is what I had at each rest stop. Cha yen! This is iced Thai tea with condensed milk. Hits the spot on a 98˙ day. The first Thai phrases that I learned were cha yen and hong nam (toilet.)

Here is our driver “Joe.” He drives much like Indiana Jones. He overtook buses and played “chicken” with oncoming traffic.

We arrived at the Poonnagunn Hotel in one piece. We were greeted in the parking lot with great service.

Dinner was at the T. Corner with Pastor John Somphon, President of Foursquare Thailand and his wife Pastor Sara, Pastor Dear, Pastor Neil, and his wife Diana. The food was incredibly flavorful. Although Thai food is spicy, it is always balanced with sweet, sour, spicy, & savory. Not all chilis have heat, but they all add flavor. This Yin and Yang style of cooking is so delicious!

Later, our team went for a Thai massage. It cost around $7 for a full hour. I knew that I was in trouble as soon as I got “grandma.” (I assumed she was like a kung fu master, and I was right.) She pulled, stretched, and yanked me in every direction. It resembled jiu jitsu armbars and omoplatas. Her hands were so strong, she could’ve taken my life at any moment. Thank God she showed me mercy….

Saturday was our clinic day. After breakfast and devotions, we headed over to Foursquare Church Maesot. No, we traveled by van.

Here is the outside of the church. Our clinic serviced the children and families of the surrounding neighborhood.

We set up stations to treat wounds, take vitals, and pass out medicine.

My job was to make party balloon animals. As you can see, I had no idea what I was doing.

Fortunately, the kids didn’t seem to mind.

After lunch, I had my first taste of the dreaded durian fruit. I couldn’t smell it that much. It tasted fine. It sort of tasted like mango. What was disgusting was the texture. It oozed between my fingers like organ meat and left a residue like pond scum. Still, I’d take durian over vegemite any day.

We then toured the church grounds. Here is their school, the Elpis Center. I was stunned to see the fencing and the concrete floors.

Then we visited the safe house. This was when something inside of me broke. And I’ll never be the same again.

There are not enough beds for the children. They each have only two sets of clothes. They have been rescued from something far worse than poverty, but have not yet been rescued from poverty.

When we prayed over the girls, the word that God gave me was “princesses.” Though the world has discarded them, they are God’s precious daughters. They are princesses, and that’s the word I prayed.