Me being "kissed" by a 1 year old Thai elephant - she exhaled and startled me!
On Thanksgiving Day, November 27th for you non-Americans, I was in a Bangkok, Thailand bus station. Now, this “bus station” is four stories tall and is a combo mini-mart, strip mall, craft fair, food court, coffee shop, restaurant, bookseller, weight-loss center, cell phone dealer, bus depot (add hundreds of people and their luggage and you get a complete image)…basically, barely controlled chaos.
It was loud. It was colorful. It was crowded. If you have tracked world events in the last few weeks my visit to Bangkok coincided with the shutting down the cities two airports thus forcing thousands of people to consider alternative transport i.e. bus. I was fortunate enough to get two of the last four seats to Phuket (so I could catch a plane to Hong Kong from there).
I don’t speak Thai. I don’t read Thai. I couldn’t understand most of what was said over the loudspeakers. The messaging and music was constant so I eventually tuned it all out. My travel companion, Phil (who I was connected with through a friend of a friend of a friend) has lived in Thailand on and off for about 20 years. Phil, unlike me, does speak and read the language (thank God). At one point we were sitting in the coffee shop/restaurant portion of the depot and he asked “Did you notice that?”
“Notice what?”
“The people.” I looked around. People had stopped moving. All the nationals were standing stock-still, in and outside of the depot. The foreigners (lighter skinned like me) were still zooming, just around all the living-breathing Thai statues.
“What’s going on?”
“Listen.”
The Thai national anthem was being played. In reverence to their country and king the Thai people ceased activity and made observance of something they held dear. It was moving to behold.
Wow, I thought to myself. What in my life has the power to make me still myself in the midst of activity? What do I hold in that high of reverence an honor? What do I respect and admire enough to cease activity if it calls to me?
I think I miss a lot. I think that I am often too busy to hear the calling of the still small voice that sings to me of sweet things and peace. I am so conditioned to the loudspeaker message, music, and background noise that I tune out important things.
I tune out God. I tune out all but the squeaky wheel and the “must do’s.” I tune out the callings to my soul to “be still.” After observing the Thai’s I have tried to slow down, to listen more, and to take time to “be still and know God.”
Will you join me?
Updates:
Living – I am living with my relatives, but the Johnsons have made an offer on a property in Los Gatos and so I will be moving in the next month or so. Check out the blog for details http://campus.inst.net
Work – I am back in the San Francisco area catching up and prepping for the upcoming year. I am excited for what it may bring!
Travel – My luggage stayed with me my entire trip! Whoo Hoo! …AND was underweight – a small miracle seeing that the Indonesians are abundantly generous with gift giving. HA! That is an understatement! I didn’t get much sleep and all the planes were PACKED, but I did have my own little TV screen for the longest leg so I watched a lot of movies. I head to Seattle for Christmas the 20th through the 28th.
Requests:
Housing – moving soon…stay posted!
Work – we are still seeking a training lead! Please pray for this person to surface. This is a key role in our organization and we need someone who is passionate about calling people forth and equipping them for success.
Travel – safe flight to Seattle on the 20th
Financing – I rely solely on donor support. If these devotions have touched you, caused you to see God differently, or altered your outlook on life AND you are interested in contributing toward my day-to-day needs or to my travel fund, please see ‘Contribute’ at http://www.repurposing.biz/ on the left of the page, or visit http://www.denaandrews.blogspot.com/ and read the footer for additional info.
Blessings,
Dena
PS HAPPY BIRTHDAY dear FELLY!
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