I honestly didn’t know what culture shock was. well now I know. it means realizing that your home town is one little slice of Gods crazy world, and all the people you known and follow on social media are just a glimpse of the beautiful souls around the world. the moment I stepped off the plane in Siem Reap I knew deep down that my mind set was going to be changed for good. the shock of seeing a whole city completely impoverished but still happy was foreign to me. seeing people that light up because you want to stop to say hi to them in khmer is so beautiful. you don’t even know how some of them light up just to see someone who cares. in America people drive by a town thats lower income than this and they think they have to lock their doors while driving through, well welcome to a place where the khmer people are scrapping to make food for their families and almost every building feels like a shack. now I tell you this because for the first time in my life I saw what true contentment is. I am seeing people daily who are just happy where they are. im seeing big and small find joy in having a teacher from America (me) come to teach them. all just because we have taken the time to love them. For a whole 18 years I haven’t opened my eyes to the realization of true brokenness and now for the first time I see it. Since I applied for this adventure I have been praying that my eyes would be opened to who my God is, and how he works…well I see now he is merciful and sufficient. he doesn’t let his people go, and he works through all people all over the world to bring overflowing joy.
