the kids with their coloured prayer chain

with pastor tan, the man behind the transformation of this village used by God

the team

outside the church which was our home for a week

My arm, which was bitten by mosquitoes

It was house visitations and we bumped into some kids, and they kept following us!

with brother ramasamy, our host for the lovely dinner prepared orang asli style

the team in charged of Children Ministry consisting Desmond, moi and Sin Hoong

the chicks were sooo cute!

the younger kids praying

and we are called to have childlike faith.

one of the sister churches in Gopeng

having one of our "budget" breakfast

one of the "manja"-est cat around

the rubber estate

the main church where the main service is usually held. also turned out to be our bedroom. we actually had mattresses! got to be the best mission trip ever.

our lawn *laughs*

I had one of the best times ever in the mission trip. It was my first time serving in Children Ministry and I actually had to do a story telling. It was so funny. Desmond wrote the script and it was supposed to be angin kencang. Instead, I said angin KENCING. And yes, the kids laughed. Malunya... I am never good with kids. Even last time during VBS back in Ipoh, I almost want to strangle this boy. Somehow, I was forced to mix with the kids and it was tough at first as they were quite shy. Then after some time, they became friendly and much easier to play with them.
I learnt so much and I do not really know how to put everything into words. Looking at the orang asli community on how they live their lives, it made me think about my own life. It is this point in my life where I have to make choices that will mark my path for the future. I am still pretty much the same just that I learn to see things from a different perspective and being simple sometimes is actually the easiest.