I met some amazing people this month. I looked into the eyes and held the hands of several of Cambodia’s children of promise. I’ve spoken with a Khmer Rouge survivor and learned of her miraculous testimony. I listened to several young adults who shared their fears and dreams with me…
And yet…
I didn’t want to deal with death, suffering and hardship so I didn’t. I filled my month with books to help escape the realities before me. I spent money on food just because I could. I did what was required of me and little more.
I grieve because I feel my heart has been far from where it should be and that effects the lives of others. I have been abundantly blessed to have three weeks with these precious people and I am certain my all, my best wasn’t present.
That’s not to say God’s not working or it was a month of total loss. It’s just to say that I’m certain in my self-centeredness I missed out on seeing a little more of God’s kingdom in the kingdom of Cambodia.
Thankfully God’s mercies are new every morning and today is a new day…
