It was a typical Monday night for us here in Sihanoukville.
We taught English class during the day and went over to the Sihanoukville
Children’s Home at 6pm to teach two English classes to a group of more than 20
kids.
We taught English class during the day and went over to the Sihanoukville
Children’s Home at 6pm to teach two English classes to a group of more than 20
kids.
In the first class we split up into smaller groups to practice English conversations with them.
We asked “What did you do for the Khmar New Year?”
“What is your favorite time of the day?”
and on and on…..
We had just about ran out of things to
talk about until we asked…
talk about until we asked…
“Tell me something about your life”
It
struck a cord and caused a movement in group of all girls ages 15-20…
struck a cord and caused a movement in group of all girls ages 15-20…
One by one they opened up and told painful stories of their
past.
past.
Story after story my heart grew
heavy.
heavy.
Story after story I felt the weight and could barely speak.
Tears silently rolled down faces and their vulnerable side
spilled out for a moment.
They continued to give us a glimpse into their lives.
The children told stories of abuse, murder, sickness,
abandonment, infidelity, fear, and above all…how God saved them and brought
them to the Sihanoukville orphanage to be safe.
This was the night I felt the full weight of THIS nation.
My heart broke for those girls. They are so worthy to be loved. They have not been abandoned by their Lord and Savior! My heart was led to praise and
worship of a God who loves us beyond measure.
worship of a God who loves us beyond measure.
As class came to a close, we prayed for them and we reminded them about what the
Lord says about who they are…
Lord says about who they are…
That they are Daughters of the King…..
That they are Loved beyond measure….
That God has a purpose and a plan for them all….
