Author: Rhonda Schrock

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May 20, 2016

Bought by a Man, but for Love

There they sit on a bench in the black Chiang Mai night. Darkness has fallen, and the heat is oppressive. It suffocates, smothers with a cloying sensation. It’s more than

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May 19, 2016

You can fire me, but you can’t stop His work

On top of that, there were varied and sundry spiritual and emotional distresses, leaving this girl completely emptied and broken, all before touching Thai soil. Like a certain apostle who’d

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May 16, 2016

I found Potential in the slums (and he wore a dirty face)

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger (Note: This is the second in my Humans of Chiang Mai series). The heat in this town’s unrelenting. At 11:10 p.m. on a Wednesday night, our wheels touch down. The

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May 13, 2016

For healing to come, “just receive it”

It’s after midnight Thai time. I’m lying awake in a strange city. After 31 hours of no real sleep, our bodies are exhausted, but my brain…I can’t turn it off.

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May 11, 2016

We are all the beggin’ blind

It’s a hot Asian night. Darkness has fallen, curtain like, shutting out sun’s rays, and still. The heat’s unrelenting. We’re on our way to the night market, and we come

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May 07, 2016

Different countries, different cultures, same heartbeat (we are mothers)

The water ripples and twinkles in bright shades of blue. The noonday sun beats down, unrelenting. Just there in the middle, a tropical oasis. Palm trees and foreign foliage are

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Apr 25, 2016

In corridors of hell, His heart’s desire

“And the Lord said, ‘Simon, Simon. Satan has demanded permission to sift (all of you) like grain (Luke 22:31, AMP).’” On the eve of adventure; mere hours from departure, I

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Apr 19, 2016

Dear boys, It ain’t just the stayin’ that counts

The other night we were sittin’ in the twilight, enjoying the first campfire of the season. We’d just biked six miles, gliding along in evening’s sun. Then Dad set fire

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Apr 18, 2016

From Africa, with love

One, two, three, four, five. At the front of the room, five teenagers sit, waiting for their chance to speak. For 10 days, the 18 were in Kenya, land of

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Apr 15, 2016

“Dear Dad, One day we’ll gather”

On a rain-lashed night, we sit, Mister and I, in a motel room, talking. They’re down here for meetings, our Canadian friends, and we are, at long last, catching up.

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