Thailand, manistry, was really wonderful. I loved the time I had with the other guys and I loved our contact. But towards the end of the month, I realized that I missed it. I missed the great expectations that Papa wanted to set before me. The schemes of the enemy, to distract and divide, kept us from walking in the fullness of community, ministry, and intimacy with Him. I felt that warfare brooding under the surface all month long, but didn't see how bad it was until the end. Let me paint you a picture.