It’s amazing how a lot of heat and a little discomfort can instantly throw me into a mess of homesickness.
We are in the outskirts of a city in Cambodia and at this point, we don’t have any idea what this month will look like. All I know is that my tent is pitched, I am sweating all over, and that a lizard literally just fell onto my neck.
We don’t know what our ministry will look like, when we will be eating, or when we might catch a break or a cup of coffee.
We are only at this ministry site for 2 weeks and I joke that it’s like a short-term mission trip. But the truth of the matter is, is that once the 2 weeks is up, I still won’t be going home.
Sometimes we laugh about how easy the World Race would be if at the end of every month we went home for a week. We would go home for restful sleeps in our bed, tacos, a load of laundry, and to be refilled in a way that can only come from people who have known you for a long time.
But we don’t go home at the end of every month. Instead, we have long travel days and we start all over again. We have a new community, a new host, and we are left to find out where the bathroom is, yet again.
LOL, I’ve just learned that there is something so comforting about knowing exactly where the bathroom is. I might add that to my definition of home, but we will see.
But hey, I don’t know a lot about what my time in Cambodia will look like, but I do know that God is good and He tells me that I’m going to be okay because discomfort won’t last forever. So I’m going to stick with that and choose to believe that what is true, is indeed, very true.
