Dry Tears

This is something I wrote for RMM, I thought you all might like to read it to. 
 
As she looked out over the horizon a hot wind blew against her face. Smoke filled her nostrils. This was truly a hot dry land. A boat's motor sounded in the distance, sputtering to life. As if it to was thirsting for a refreshing drink. Oh how she missed her father and her home. How she longed to walk beneath the great trees and feel the cool wind on her face. She thought back to those times of walking with her father. Those times where so good. Walking and talking, her father always taking time to show her every detail on the path or on a plant. His eyes danced with delight as she chased a butterfly. Those times where easy and careless.
Another dry breeze filled her face this time the smoke stinging her eyes. Here was reality. A land that was truly dry. The father had sent her on a mission to tell others of his wonderful love. She gladly accepted. But life here was not what she thought it would be. This land was a land that was thirsty for the fathers love, but when given, completely rejected it.
The sound of children laughing and playing echoed across the field. She smiled as she remembered the times of playing with other sons and daughters of the father. What a wonderful time they had praying and worshiping together. She grimaced as she thought about those times of not wanting to go to the meetings, rather wanting to sleep in or go off and do her own thing. Now she would give anything to have a chance to go to pray and worship with other sons and daughters.
Oh how she longed for this dry land to be refreshed, to find truth. But at the thought of truth, the land laughed in you face. Why be true to your creator when you can be who you want. They blindly mock the father changing themselves to be beautiful or to be perfect in their own eyes. Tears slid down her cheeks. If only they would see how they are only destroying themselves. Sin runs rampantly here, even the earth it self seems to have rejected the father. Blood covers the ground and slavery runs rampant. The land is full of searchers, trying to find fulfillment in sex, money, work, and drugs. But they only feel more hungry, more thirsty. They become more desperate in their search trying to fix their wrong doings. So they turn to religion, offering gifts to false idols so they can ease their conscious.
She sighs. What a viscous cycle. A never ending need to be fulfilled, and yet never finding the truth. A cow lows softly. She smiles as she thinks of the farmers. Good hard honest working people. They are precious in her heart, but they too fail to see the truth. They believe being a good person is enough, they find much happiness. But they lack the careless joy the father has to offer.
Her roommate stirs softly in her sleep. She looks in the room with fondness. She thinks of the small fellowship that developed here. If only they would throw off the fullish seeking of knowledge and simply believe. Many are afraid to make the decision to fallow the father. They need more time, they need more knowledge. If only they could see it is not knowledge that the father desires, but faith. How she longs to break off Satan’s binds he has on her dear friends, and see they experience the freedom of the Father's love!
This land is known as the land of smiles, but it is only a mask. The real mace of Thailand is desperation and seeking. Wanting to believe in something better but to scared to see it.
Pray for Thailand. Pray for the workers here. The things I wrote here are truth. Everyday the news is filled with murders and killings. Everyday I walk to study I see lady boys, Gays, girls who have done plastic surgery, playboys all trying to find love and fulfillment in themselves and others. I see idol daily offerings to idols. I hear of prostitution and selling of drugs. The media and news is filled with it. We are called here to prepare the way for the Lord to come, but we need you all to hold up our hands in prayer. The sin and heaviness around us here can feel overpowering, but we have God as out strength. Praise God for seeing this land and declaring that he wants it for his own!