Once again sorry for the blog update delay. Asia’s internet has not been my friend since I have been here, but I sense healing in our relationship.
Goodbye dear Vietnam and hello sweet Cambodia. We left Vietnam on the 30th and then headed to Sihanoukville, Cambodia for debrief. God cleared up a lot of confusion and miscommunication that had come into our team, which was a blessing. Vietnam for me was a weird month.
Vietnam was a month of signing up for a different ministry almost every day. It was a month of change. It was a month of struggle. It was a month of beaing spiritually attacked. It was a weird month.
At the end of the month I realized I did not give it my all. I mean I was 100% in during every ministry we signed up for, but that was it. I did not seek to strengthen relationships outside of that. With constantly changing ministries I was not able to build personal relationships. I did not seek to serve beyond what was asked of me. I do not want to ever do that again.
After such a heavy month in Vietnam I am ready for Cambodia. I am ready for the work that God is going to do this month. We will be working in the slums here in Phnom Penh for 3 weeks. Also a fun little fact… Remember how I talked about how the room we lived at in Nicaragua was small, welcome to the land of 15 x 12. I sit here in the dark typing on Sara’s new computer with her bottom snuggling against my leg and with Natalie trying to not freeze sleeping on the floor (praise the Lord for Big Agnes air mattress). At first I thought no biggie, we can do this. Well I just snapped at someone because I wanted to keep my jacket when someone else wanted to use it , because I got cold last night but I will sweat if the fan is turned off. Someone tried to mediate and I snapped at them. Really! I have a cool room and a hot shower but one tiny room….how can I complain or even snap. The people we are working with this month are sleeping on wooden planks and worried about how they will feed their children today. I make myself sick. I am constantly being reminded to get over myself and then maybe I will learn what it means to truly be a giver. I’m sure God will keep teaching me that one tiny hotel room at a time.
