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This morning was worse than yesterday morning – I really did not
want to get out of bed. It was the same ole thing…lack of sleep, sore
body and maybe I’m just not a morning person.

But, like yesterday, I sat up and told myself that it would be a good
day. I continued to tell myself this as I got dressed, ate breakfast and
read super motivating passages from the Bible with my Barack Obama voice.
When that was all through, I turned my iPod to the worship song “Happy
Day” and cranked the volume all the way up with the hope that my soul
would hear it.

With just a few minutes remaining before we were to leave, my attitude
began to change. It was not going to be a good day – it already was
a good day! This is the day the Lord has made; I will rejoice and be
glad in it! Great is thy faithfulness – morning by morning new mercies I
see!

And then it happened.

Before I continue, I should warn parents that the following matter is
inappropriate for children under the age of 13 years. As for the rest of
you, read on with caution…

There is a common theme that unites all World Racers – from alumni to
current racers to those who have yet to apply – and that is the issue of
bowel movements. We’ve experienced it all: constipation, semi solids,
diarrhea, and worst of all…poo juice. I don’t really think I need to
explain.

This morning – right before we were to leave for a day of serving, and
right after I had finally convinced myself that it was a good day – I
poo juiced all over myself.

For a moment I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to fall on my
knees, look up to the heavens, and, with clenched fists, ask WHY ME
(….this may have actually happened). This is the day the Lord has made; I will certainly not rejoice or be glad in it. And, no offense God, but where were my new mercies?
 
But instead of allowing this to ruin my day, I peeled myself off the
floor, cleaned myself off and acted like nothing had happened as I
joined my team for a day of serving.
 
On our way through the city we stopped by a hospital, where we visited a woman we had met yesterday – we had laid our hands on her pregnant belly and prayed for her and her baby. Not 24 hours later we were staring at her healthy newborn baby boy. This was a gift to me, because last month I spent most of my time taking care of a two-month-old baby girl, and as a result I have fallen in love with newborn babies.

When we arrived once again at the government housing relocation center, I
shared my life story with a group of Cambodian women…
 

 

 
Afterward we ate this:
 

(five bucks for anyone who can guess what it is – I’ll reveal the answer
in my next blog)

While all this was happening, my teammates washed the hair of women and
children who have lice:
 

 

And then we played with kids for the rest of the day…
 
             
 
It’s now 10:15 p.m., and I can say with full confidence that this is the day the Lord has made, and I rejoiced.  Poo juice incident and all.