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broken shoes from this concrete.
Another day of endless heat.
Mai pen rai
People cutting me in line,
Cannot read “cash only” sign.
Wish the language here was mine.
Mai pen rai
People think that I speak Thai.
And when I look for clothes to buy,
They say, “Too small for you – no try!”
Ohhh….mai pen rai
Streets are full, no garbage cans.
Always late, a change of plans.
Where’s someone who understands?
MAI PEN RAI!
Mosquitoes biting
Soi dogs fighting
I could keep writing…
Mai pen rai
…
...
…
But even here God’s in control,
And in His care, I place my soul.
To know His Love...my only goal.
Smile. Breathe. Trust and pray.
For at the end of every day,
He always gives me grace to say…
Mai…pen…rai.
*Please note, this poem was not meant to be negative -- more like...silly! Just thought I'd share some of the frustrations of Bangkok life. Keepin' it real. :)
You have persevered and have endured hardships for my name, and have not grown weary. Yet I hold this against you: You have forsaken your first love. Remember the height from which you have fallen! Repent and do the things you did at first.
Revelation 2:3-4a
May we remember that complacency is not intentional; it's where we all end up unless we do something about it.