On occasion I meet someone who is obviously doing exactly what they were created to do. I only was able to meet with her twice here in Cambodia, but both times I walked away inspired. I was not only inspired by what she was talking about but also to find my own spot, to find the thing I was created to do.
I can’t give all of the details of our ministry this month. But I can say we worked near a bar area that is called the mall. This mall sells food, alcohol, and women. To be honest this was a tough month, each day and night we watched as the men poured into the bars and the women plastered on fake smiles and strapped up their high heels.
Walking around the streets wasn’t much better. We constantly met children with big eyes and empty stomachs.
It felt like everywhere we turned this month, there was one more thing. One more man who had fallen in. One more woman who was making money off of him. One more street kid.
The streets here are cluttered with trash. There are tuk tuks everywhere with a driver not far off asking if we’d like a ride. There are people begging, and little shops set up-at least one on every corner selling some sort of mystery meat.
Cluttered.
Much like my mind and my heart.
As the new sounds and smells overwhelmed my senses, worries and insecurities entered also. Things that the Lord had settled with me began to get fuzzy again and I forgot about the surety of God’s promises to me. I began thinking about how in less than 70 days I’ll be home and at the moment I have no idea what’s next.
Then, in the middle of my stomach turning itself inside out with worry we met Priscilla. She has been working with women trapped in trafficking for years. She has been utilizing her intellect by working on research about aftercare for survivors.
For every one question I had about the subject she had a lengthy response. Her passion for justice oozed out with every word. She longs for these women to have an experience with her savior. She works to connect people in need with compatible NGOs.
And she remembers with gratitude, that this monster that is human trafficking is too big for anyone of us to stop. It must involve a savior and her connection with Him is what will bring lasting impact. She has dreams and a vision that is not yet here in the physical but something that her spirit sees. She won’t stop until her eyes will see it too.
That’s how I want to live. I don’t want to be distracted by all of this unnecessary clutter. I want to go to the place I was created to go.
I can’t help but wonder what would happen if more of us did this. Is there passion in you that you’ve let be? Today, why don’t you let a little bit of it out and see what happens?
