Travel day: Malaysia to Cambodia.
Month 5 here we come.
Ready to go at 6:15am.
Jump on the ferry across the island.
Catch our buses at 8:00am.
At about 12:30pm, we arrived at the airport.
Have to move quickly and grab something to eat.
Plane leaves at 2:40pm.
Arrive in Phnom Penh around 3:50.
Get our bearings, exchange money,
and pile into a van to take us to our ministry location.
Team time a few days prior:
Discussion of our ministry.
American contact- good sign.
Staying at the YWAM base- awesome.
Pool and a gym nearby, and awesome food.
And right next to the Killing Fields.
Looked at a video of the ministry- this will be LEGIT.
Showed a lot of work amongst the squatters in the villages.
Get it, I LOVE village ministry.
Arrive sometime after dark.
Where the crap are we?
Actual reality:
We are NOT at the YWAM base.
My team and another are staying in a small apartment.
There are two bedrooms. One had two beds
that can squish 6 people.
The other has one bed that can fit two people.
There's 8 of the 14 of us.
There is smaller opening where the front door is,
and three of uis set up hammocks there.
'In the other open space, the remainder of the guys
set up their three hammocks.
We have a kitchen, one squatty potty,
and one shower.
Ok. So living conditions are just a little
bit different than I expected.
Truth be told, it's really not that bad.
Aside from having no personal space,
we truly have been provided for.
So here's the deal:
We let our expectations get way too high.
Yes, we were supposed to be at the YWAM base,
that much is true.
But things got worse when we talked about it
to one of our squad leaders who said he stayed there and
that it was super nice and legit.
Truth be told, I needed this reality check.
I'd been spoiled the last two months with
lots of space and wifi.
In Thailand we even had AC.
The first night, I was pissed.
Everything in my spirit rebeled.
It wasn't that I wanted to go home,
I just didn't want to be here.
It's hot in the house and all we have are a few fans.
I didn't want to read my Bible.
I didn't want to do anything but throw a pity party.
And I HATE that.
I get so mad t myself when I fall into a crappy spirit.
Seriously?
I have no room to complain.
I have been more than provided for
every.
single.
month.
I love the love that my God has.
When I run away and just wanna be pissed at the world,
he always comes back to me.
I'd be lying if it wasn't annoying as hell sometimes.
I always wonder why he does that.
Why doesn't he just leave me to sit in my junk?
It's what I deserve.
But thank God he never does anything conventional.
He's weird, and I like weird.
I'm definitely gonna need him this month.
I have to choose in.
