Author: Adventures

            Standing so sure and certain, it’s hard to discern the pain hemmed beneath their beautiful smiles.  Their hearts in cages- they dwell inside all alone.  Quarter notes dangle from their rib cages- songs yet to be heard.  No one witnesses the tears they hide inside Smirnoff bottles and hotel room pillows.  I long to undo years of hurt, but I am powerless against the hundreds of cinder blocks- each one night stand, each vacant promise, and each empty bottle.    ...

  On Valentines Day my team and walked the streets of Bangla Rd. handing out valentines we had made for the girls we had gotten to know over the last couple of weeks. My first stop of the night was to give Ale her Valentine. As she saw me approach a smile spread across her face and she yells “A lek A lek” as she comes to give me a hug. Since this was our first stop of the night we didn’t have any heart stickers yet. Ale does the honors of making sure we don’t leave with out the Valentine spirit. She walks me to the exit and right before I leave she takes a pin...

First of all, thank you all for praying for me with the whole driving deal. It has been going very well so far. God really cleared the big scary hill the first time I had to go over it, and it's hasn't been to bad since. So thanks for all the prayers for that. 🙂 So let me describe a typical week of ours to you: right now we are the only team here, so our schedule has changed some. We are split into two teams of four, and only one team goes out onto Bangla per night. The other teams have been interceding at the Starbucks at the end of the road. We also decided to take Wednesday...

Trying to define why I've been struggling with this ministry (by ministry, I mean going out every night and attempting to let the Thai girls know they have other options besides prostitution to provide for their fam's.)    When we go out at night I don't have this "tearing down the gates of hell Braveheart" kinda feeling, but more of an "ugh" feeling (not the boots) Aye, here's the rub with Bangla Road This place=such a concentrated section of humanity at it's worst. It's like taking every...

Everyday we are put through strenuous measures until we are completely exhausted. Whether it be working on the farm which we do everyother day or going out on Bangla Road. It's kind of crazy because the whole trip I have had a really sour attitude about going to the farm. we spend the entire time raking brush and vines and burning it then we rake some more and burn some more. I constantly quetion why they wouldnt just burn the whole field so we wouldnt have to rake it every stinken day!  When I found out that tuesday was my lucky day to go work on the land i was less than...