I was scheduled to meet my global worker friends at a local bus station in Mae Sot, Thailand, near the school we would be working at for the summer. Unable to travel with them due to scheduling conflicts, I made arrangements to come on my own. It was a long series of bus rides to the remote village where I would be staying. The plan was to follow the bus schedule, and they would meet me at the station on the day I was to arrive.

Unknown to us, there were two stops on the bus route in this village. The first stop was part of an older route, the second stop was the one where my friends would be waiting for me. I got off on the first stop. As I stepped off the bus, I looked around for the faces of my friends. All I saw was a sea of unfamiliar faces, speaking an unfamiliar language. I found a place to wait, thinking they were just running late. As time passed, an anxious feeling in the pit of my stomach told me they were not coming. I prayed a prayer of guidance and felt the Lord prompting me to get up and move. 

I found a local “taxi driver” who was a young man with a motorbike. Praying desperately for him to understand, I made the symbol of a cross, the logo of the school, and said, “Please, take me to the cross.”  He then proceeded to take me to the nearest church. A man at the church, who spoke English, was able to give the driver directions to the school. I finally arrived at the school to the relief of my friends who had been waiting for me at the other bus station. 

In a foreign land, scared and unsure of what to do, the Lord saw me and led me to safety. The Lord knows and takes care of His own. It was the cross that led me to safety! Because of Jesus’ work on the cross, we never have to question God’s care and love for us. Daughter of God, you are seen, you are known and you are loved.