"Momo Doh, I had a dream last night about Jesus coming back!" Lay Lay Wah exclaimed.
Over a year ago, I met a woman in Mae Sot who became a friend, she had nine children, seven of which were adopted at birth through a local hospital specially for Burmese and Karen. Charlotte was one of those children(her name was changed to Lay Lay Wah by our children when she came here to live).
Her German mother who is married to a Karen man but who due to alcohol and abuse, was living in a guest house in town was having a difficult time and the children were living in different locations, some would join their mother during the day, others would hang out at the boarding house at a migrant school. It was not a good situation for the children. My friend asked me if four of the children could live with us and attend our school until she would figure out where to go and what to do. We said yes, thus Lay Lay Wah came to live with us. I had received an email describing each child, their strengths and weaknesses and what to expect in caring for them. It was a challenging time which followed.
Lay Lay Wah was described in an extremely negative way, she was the one child who the mother just could not get along with and who's personality was extremely trying. When Lay Lay Wah came to live with us she was fluent in English, Thai and Burmese but did not speak or understand Karen.
Although we had some challenges with her in the beginning and she was homesick for what she used to know and had to adjust to our way of life. we very quickly formed a close bond with her. Both Paul and I became very close to her and she is now like a true daughter to us, who we treasure as a gift from God.
It's been challenging for her to learn Karen and to attend the many long worships, not understanding everything. Before she came here she would pray occasionally. She was the one child who her father would abuse when intoxicated, she would pray not knowing who she was talking to, sometimes she would go to the Buddhist temple and pray, sometimes to some church and after praying her father would not hurt her. She knew nothing about God, but that He answered her prayers. We have watched her develop into a lovely girl who is learning to love and trust Jesus.
Yesterday many of the children gathered around our truck to say goodbye to us as Paul is going to America for one month, we were leaving for Bangkok. She came to me and shared about having a dream that night about Jesus coming back...her face was shining with joy as she shared how she saw a huge rock coming down from the sky, destroying all the houses and then she saw Jesus coming with many many angels. She saw people with their arms stretched up going to meet Jesus in the sky. "Momo Doh, I saw you and Papa Doh going up to Jesus" "Momo Doh Heaven is so beautiful" "Jesus gave us crowns, we laid them at His feet, then Jesus washed our feet!" I asked her if anyone had ever told her about Jesus washing our feet when we go to heaven, she said no, "but I saw Him doing it".
Tears trickled down my cheeks as she shared her dream, God is so good and although we are so very undeserving He loves us with an eternal, unconditional love. Jesus is the very best friend of our children.