Month one in Cambodia was a time of adjustment for me. Realizing how long three months is, I’m going to have to take bucket showers with spiders and lizards, and being fully clean just isn’t a thing. But also realizing the greatness of God and how little I understood about Him. Not knowing how to talk to Him, not knowing how to listen, and what actually is spiritual warfare? Living in Cambodia during their festival time answered a few of those questions for me. I experienced spiritual warfare so clearly. During festival season people go to temples to bring offerings to their dead ancestors which they believed have been released from Hell. We were living within walking distance from two temples, there were nights where I would feel pure fear for no reason except that it could be coming from Satan. I learned the power of prayer and Gods name on those nights. During the day, surrounded by the light and joy of the other women and children, the love and zeal they have for Christ, there was no space for any fear. On Sundays during worship, you could feel the Holy Spirit standing with us. He brought a fullness that could be seen in the children’s faces, hear in their worship, and feel joining in on their dances.
