Remember this story?
It was a sad one. We were desperately waiting for a happy ending as we brought food to this family week after week.
In some ways, a happy ending is forming. The husband is no longer on crutches and can walk again. The family has received some compensation from his job, and that has helped them make ends meet while he cannot work.
And this week, an opportunity presented itself. A friend of ours here in Mae Sot was looking for someone to look after her kids for a few hours each morning while she & her husband go to Thai class. Than Dar Oo seemed a great fit–she speaks Thai, to help them practice and to teach their kiddos; she is good with kids and can bicycle to their house. Today we went over to meet the family and get her introduced, and she starts Monday.
It’s just a couple hours a day, and she’ll make about $15 a week. They received compensation of about $300 total, which is nothing in comparison to his injuries and the months of work he was forced to take. They still live in a hut, which flooded just a few weeks ago.
I can confidently say this isn’t a great season for them, and you can see the exhaustion in their smiles.
But I guess I never know when to write: what happy ending am I looking for? What are they looking for?
I think a happy ending isn’t what I should have been looking for. Instead, it was a just a breath of fresh hope.
We can hope that they have seen Jesus in the rice we’ve delivered to their door or the balloons we shared with their kiddos. We can hope that they saw Jesus in the rides we gave them all around town while he was unable to walk. We can hope they see Jesus as we try to help them find work and go to an interview with her at 8am on Saturday. We can hope that they will continue to see Jesus in the home of this family she works for.
So here’s to a breath of fresh hope on their little home.