here i sit on an air mattress in chiang mai. my life is still as every bit as interesting. packing, repacking, packing again, settling down, settling down elsewhere, travelling to the mountains, to the city, this person’s home, the next person’s home. and yet, i have loved every single minute of all the bustle. i walk across the street, and am greeted by the lady making roti, who somehow knows my name. yelling, “hello sabrina”. we must’ve met somewhere, i suppose. just a simple reminder of how much i love this place. i must learn her name back, though.

eating foods i never thought i’d eat, some things i shouldn’t even mention. eating food i absolutely adore. eating fish and all things spicy, i am alive. this is what i was made for. my heart couldn’t be more content. God is good. something so simple brings a smile to my face. i believe sometimes the best way to build a relationship with someone is just to eat together. a simple act that means so much.

sitting around a campfire, singing songs of worship. in thai, of course. i don’t understand anything that’s going on, and yet i am full of joy. joy is contagious, whatever language you speak. when God really is your everything, people sense that, whether they understand you or not. i am constantly reminded that i serve a God who transcends language and culture and calls us all His children. these are my brothers and sisters. we look a little different and sound a little different, but we love the same God. i am reminded how big and how great God is. every time someone speaks in a language i don’t understand, i know that my God knows.