G and T, two young Thai Christians, have dedicated a few years of their lives to living amongst the people of small villages in the southern Phang Nga Province of Thailand. The people in these villages live in one of the most unreached areas of Thailand. Without G and T, there would be no way for people here to find out who Jesus is and how much he loves them.
We joined them for 10 days to encourage their efforts in loving the people of these villages. During this time, we met a small boy named Tay who attends G and T's after-school program.
Read part one, part two, part four, and part five here.
He stands at the edge of the waterfall.
You can see that his hands are quick and his bones are little. You can’t see the scabs and wounds on his body that seem too small to hold that many. He crouches down quietly and lifts the leg of his faded pants to scratch the mosquito bites on his discolored skin.
So many bites.
And the gnats know, too.
They follow him.
The mosquitoes find him at night, when he curls in the middle of a room he shares with his family. He has no mosquito net. He has no safety net.
He runs across the road and trips and falls.
He gets up.
There is no bandage for his wound. Only a scar.
His voice is clear and sure, like he knows what he wants to say but also knows things he never should have learned.
He is as tall as my elbow.
He likes legoes.
His favorite color is blue.
He teaches me how to say “blue” in his language.
I crouch down and ask, “again?” even though I already know how to say it.
He pulls his energy up from wherever he keeps it and his thin fingers hold onto the sides of his plastic chair as if to brace him for this big voice that comes from his small frame.
“Si faa.”
His mind is older than his body
His friends play in the waterfall.
He watches.
Please pray for kids like Tay who Jesus is searching for in the midst of the lives they didn't ask to be born into.