All 20 girls on a fun day to Dream World last year.
(Dream World is like Thailand's Disneyland.)
The dripping faucet nagging of a roommate, gossip that makes
the concrete structure shutter, seemingly overbearing demands of dorm parents
stack up like dirty laundry constantly calling out, “Take care of me!” At
times, the brokenness of our home hollers like a toddler throwing a fit in
the middle of the grocery store.
For our dorm, this past week has been one of “hot hearts,”
as it is phrased in Thai. Students have been pushed to the limits, annoyances heaped,
frustrations mounded. To top it
all off, end-term testing starts this week. Patience is short and tempers quick to flare. From the time
of Adam, every home, every city, every country, has had its measure of
brokenness. In this season, ours
is blaringly evident.
But in the midst of it all, moments of peace and promises of
a time when hearts are less hot can be found. Drifting from the gap around the doorframe in one room comes
the laughter of those huddled around a computer watching a comedy. Seeping from the cracks in the wall of
another room, notes of a picked guitar and aged worship tune escape. Dripping down from the stained portion
of the ceiling are the squeals of delight as makeup is shared and everyone gets
dolled up for a girl’s night in.
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