Romantic ideas of Cambodia and service have filled my mind for over 2 years.
Here is how they are playing out:
(not the way you envision a school, I promise) to de-worm and de-lice children,
paint a swingset and some bathroom doors, and clean up the school rooms. I had
an intense moment of amazement while my hands scrubbed shampoo through several
children’s heads and combed out lice. This is exactly what I have thought
service looked like for so many years. Doing the dirty work. Actually making a
tangible difference in someone’s life.
where I took a hatchet and helped tear down some walls to a palm branch house
so it could be rebuilt with a zinc roof. This one room home belongs to a widow
and her children who, as we were told later, spoke of how at night they would
get rained on and look up from their mat on the floor and see sky and how they
wished they could see no sky and be dry while they slept. I stood with my
teammates knocking down a house, spiders and dirt falling into my hair watching
some of our girls picking up the debris while shaking off all the insects from
their hands.
my mosquito net surrounding my floor mat knowing that I had physically helped
the world in a small way.
me confess:
school again, but this time to teach. I am NOT a teacher. I do NOT like
teaching. Classrooms are NOT my place. This is NOT why I came on the Race. My
attitude–anything but pleasant.
look up at God and literally ask “what in the world is going on here?! How is
teaching people how to type doing anything for Your kingdom?!”
have been; how lovely the IDEA of service has been to me.
“held an orphan baby in a hospital” sound so pretty don’t they??
at a school while being attacked by gnats” and “had a rotten attitude about classrooms and teaching basic
computer skills” don’t ring such a nice bell.
good and satisfied.
the picture-esque ideas of what serving Christ looks like. So. From this, I
have decided to see God in every moment. Surely in my bad attitudes there is a
beautiful tagline waiting to be seen. So. That is what I will now focus
on…turning my complaining into rejoicing.
the Lord simply ask me if I was ready and willing to smile at the fact that I
am IN Cambodia, sleeping under netting to avoid the spiders and insects, and
REJOICE at the fact that this is my reality. Now I am setting off to see what enticing
tagline awaits for me today.
