Butterflies and Spit
When you’re kneeling with your face to the asphalt, staring at someone’s spit under your nose, and crying out to God- it’s hard not to question your sanity. Mrriah and I created quite the scene on our prayer walk yesterday. After wandering down each Soi adjacent to Bangla Road speaking our prayers into space, we both felt discouraged by the demonic idols that seemed to have procreated over night. As we sat wordless and empty inside a bar at the end of Bangla, Mrriah got on her knees, and I followed. We prayed that God would forgive our unbelief and...