Words don’t justify. All simply… irreplaceable.
thought, “Where in the world are we going to fit.” We squeezed in all right, and headed three hours to Ampail,
the breathtaking Camodian countryside, where we made our home admist the trees
for the last two weeks. The transportation
was not suave by any means. Yet the sites were incredible.
and warm hosts, I began to appreciate…
the simplicity of an unfussy lifestyle.
Often, I desire to freeze frame an image in my mind. If only
I could have a second longer to engrave the sounds, the smells, or the sights into
my heart. It’s almost impossible,
to recreate such heavenly glimpses of God’s creation and get enough of His
children that reveal His true character.
Lida smiles. A widow.
She lost her husband 10 years ago. We shared the backend of a dusty pick
up with twenty other Cambodians, seven Americans including myself, 30+ bags of
luggage and headed across the river 13 days ago. Little did I know, God would cross our paths again my last
night in Ampail. I sat worshiping
in awe of how God never fails to intertwine the miniscule details. Lida’s home was
full of neighbors, both old and new.
They gathered alongside Lida and her two children to praise the
Lord. She is healing from her loss
and joyful to no longer worship a false idol. Abba, mend her wounds. Fill her with your perfect love.
Pastor You I. Not yet thirty.
A delightful host. A man of
integrity. Surrendered his life to the Lord in 2000. A passionate warrior. He is discipling a generation of young
and vibrant Cambodians.
bringing light to dark places. Going against the grain in his village and
seeking to change hearts and share the truth of the gospel. He began sharing the gospel with
children under a tree, years later God literally blessed him with a church in a
tree. Father, cover him with your
armor.
gifted musician. A unique teen.
He gets when he plays the instrument.
He desires to live in a true community. He has it figured out.
Surround yourself with wise elders that you can learn from. He is protected. Keep him strong, Lord.
her parent’s freedom.
All she
desired was an opportunity to share Christ with them.
Her smile was warm.
Her prayer and tears were pure.
Her love for her sisters was evident. Lord, answer her cries.
years wise. A leader and mentor to
his friends and peers. He has the
heart to fight for people. The
life and energy he radiates is contagious. The Lord is doing a mighty work in this man. He knows that
rushing through life is not the way to live. Lord, raise him to greatness.
Home. Tree house.
netting at night and looking outside at the stars, I had to remind myself that
this was my reality. Lord, protect
this treasure.
and cooked by loving hands. Dining
on the floor and watching generations of Cambodian youth willingly squat or sit
on the floor to prepare every meal was breathtaking. Nothing like it. Spoonfuls of deliciousness.
Lord, you always satisfy your children’s hunger.
blessings the Lord craved out in Cambodia.
