I can now proudly say I have lived in Cambodia. I spent my days submerged in a strange culture that makes my heart sing. I woke up in the mornings to a beautiful view and lived in the company of some pretty amazing friends. I walked through crowded streets and quiet alleyways. I danced in Cambodian rain and let myself be completely free in the nightclubs of Pub Street. I survived bike rides through busy roundabouts and a flooded tuk tuk. I would converse with bar girls and tourists alike. I looked out across rooftops in complete awe and would cry at the sights. I called Cambodia home and will miss it dearly. Thank you Cambodia for opening my heart and opening my eyes to the way Jesus loves.
Month one is now over and nothing short of growth. The Lord taught me to see people through their eyes even if it is difficult. He has taught me that my home is with him, wherever I go he is there welcoming me with open arms. When I came to the Guesthouse Scott asked us what we thought and the word home came to mind. I use to think it was the fact the Overflow Guesthouse was so relaxing but it was because the Lord’s presence was so prevalent. He was pouring out love in every corner of that place and oh how I will miss it. I will miss Tara, the sweet staff, and the tuk tuk drivers. We came to the Guesthouse to bless the staff but really they were the ones who blessed us. We may have painted the kitchen and did some fixer uper things but the way the staff treated us with kindness made the month so memorable. I will never forget the happiness I felt while at the Guesthouse. Then there was the bar ministry we did while in Siem Reap. The Lord has revealed to me a heart for women in bars and women on the streets.
The last week was one to remember, we threw caution to the wind and found ourselves in Poipet. Our hosts, Pearlito and Rose, had never had a World Race team before so all of us were a little confused on what to do. Yet we soon had a rhythm, we were doing door to door evangelism, teaching English and painting. Honestly it was a 180 from what we were doing in Siem Reap. But hey, it’s the World Race!
All I can say is I will miss Cambodia more than words can express. I will never stop praying for the people there even if I don’t get the chance to go back. I now reside in Thailand for the next two months and can’t wait for what is next!
