Visiting the Orphanage

My butt was getting sore.  I was grumpy and tired, yet we had only been riding in the back of the pick up truck for a few hours.  Every bump and turn reminded my behind that it was pressed against a hard surface.  I had to remind myself that I was not riding in the back of the pickup for me, the purpose of my trip with a few members of the church was to spend time with kids at an orphanage.  

Upon our arrival, the kids seemed guarded and hesitant towards us.  It was like they didn't know what to think of us.  We formed them into a group facing one direction.  From there, we proceeded to teach them a few songs, read them a Bible story, repeat Bible verses, and speak a little English.  The part that was the most fun for me was after the presentation.  I got to mingle with the kids one on one.  It was fun.

The kids were all adorable.  Even though they should have all the reason in the world to be sad (some have AIDs, their parents died, or other such things...), these kids were happy and pleased to see us.  They opened up to me as soon as I opened up to them.  Of course they would be scared of me, I'm a scary looking person with crazy red hair, some probably would think it's on fire!

As I talked with the children more and more, the more they opened up to me.  Their English was okay, we mostly just laughed over facial expressions

or me trying to pronounce words in Thai, which is EXTREMELY hard by the way because there are FIVE dialects!!  I slaughter ever word at least the first 20 times I say it.  

By the time I had to leave I didn't want to.  The kids didn't want us to leave either.  In just a few short minutes, we had bonded.  As we walked down the road to our pickup truck, the kids kept yelling "I'll see you tomorrow".  It was a phrase that made me both happy and sad.  These kids liked seeing us and we enjoyed their company as well.  It was such a good experience.  I hope that we will go back soon!