A poem of my thoughts on Cambodia.
Cambodia feels like some type of dream.
I wake with a light sheet covering half my body.
Awake with sleepy eyes, sweat and oil glistening on my rosy cheeks from the heat.
I watch the sun rise on the roof.
Oh the beauty!
Dark skies begin to illuminate as the sun prepares its entrance.
Light pink, orange, to burning red with lavender shadows.
I’m in awe.
The tops of palm trees cover my horizon.
It’s as if I’m back on my rock island.
I close my eyes and picture quiet mornings on the sand.
birds chirping-
greeting each other good morning,
trees moving in the wind-
stretching their branches and wiggling their leaves,
waves gently tapping the shore-
as if to whisper “wake up”.
Humid, unsalty air begins to fill my lungs as I’m brought back to the reality of my surroundings.
I inhale gratitude.
Grateful for this country.
Grateful for my home.
Grateful for heavenly reminders of the Lord’s promises.
And I exhale peace.
For I know that when my heart is aligned with the Father, His plans for me prosper.
A foreign Hawaiian dream.
Thanks so much for taking time to read this 🙂 Have a wonderful week!
All my love,
Melissa
