disclaimer. this blog may not make sense to anyone but me. it’s kind of a torrent of thoughts. but hey, it’s honesty. 
 
Cambodia has completely overwhelmed me with its need to hear the Gospel.

in the midst of such darkness I feel completely inadequate and useless. My “gifts” and “talents” seem or feel worthless to the Kingdom of God in this country. I have been frustrated by watching many others on my squad come alive in their roles in the Kingdom of God and the Kingdom of Cambodia. I feel left behind and unsure of what to do. I’ve seen others step into roles that I used to think were mine to play. What am I supposed to do here? Why have you brought me here, Lord?

I’ve been plagued with guilt over things I cannot control. I am a white American comparatively rich girl. I come from a loving, whole home; I have an education from a top-ranked public university; I have depth of friendship with many. I’ve had so many people pouring into me through the years and yet I feel I haven’t a clue how to really pour back out on to the others who really need it. There are hundreds of Cambodian children I have the opportunity to work with every day while here and I have no idea what to do with them to show them the love of Christ.

I just don’t understand why I’m the lucky one.

Why is it that I am chosen to be able to walk out some of my dreams at such a young age? Why have I been chosen to be blessed beyond measure, beyond what I deserve? Why am I who I am, when there are HIV+ unwanted children living together who are taught hopelessness in their condition and don’t believe in God as a result of it? If I were them I probably wouldn’t believe in God, either; after all, they’re unwanted, diseased, and in need of love that is so lacking.

Thus I begin to see that the brokenness I’ve been asking the Lord to work in my life is now coming, but not in the way I expected. Instead of feeling broken-hearted over the situations of the world, the poverty, the disease, I’m broken from the inside out. I who am so lucky, so blessed, so privileged to know the Lord and know of His great love for me, feel hopeless and useless and overwhelmed at my inadequacy to spread the Gospel of Christ. Oh I know in my head that “there’s a plan for my life” and such. But when I look at my own life and what I’ve lived it for so far, and I see where God is taking me on this crazy Race, I’m lost and hopeless.
 
Brokenness is coming from an increasing knowledge in who I am NOT, not who I am. I know who I am; I am a daughter of the King of the universe. I am loved and accepted and fully alive in Him….
 
But I am NOT so much more that I need to be.