Phnom Penh, Cambodia is a city with a lot of noise. The first morning we were here we were awakened to the sound of the busy streets at around 5 am. There is a constant hum of people yelling, horns honking, engines running, and roosters crowing. I walked down the streets of the city market which is crowded with people and full of the sounds of Cambodian everyday life; chickens squawking, dogs barking, people hawking their wares, and children laughing. The streets are full (I mean full…crossing the street is a perilous adventure every time we have to do it!) of motorbikes and tok toks honking at each other. Yesterday morning we woke up to the sounds of school children banging drums and cymbals as they marched through the city streets wearing dragon costumes in a celebration.

 It’s kind of funny to me the way God chooses to work sometimes. It is funny to me that God brought me to one of the loudest cities I’ve ever been in to teach me how to listen. In the past three days since we got here, God has been reminding me over and over again the importance of silencing the distractions in my mind in order to hear His voice. Sometimes He chooses to speak loudly over all of the noise in our lives to get our attention, but sometimes He waits for us to quiet our souls and to intentionally listen for His still small voice. In Phnom Penh, Cambodia, a city full of the noise of motorbikes and tok toks, I have been learning to get quiet before God and just listen. And when I do, somehow His still, small voice is louder than all of the noise around me.