and some days you pick rice
Day 4 of living in Cambodia and we have had rice every day, twice a day.
Today a group of 5 others from my team and I walked about a mile to a Buddhist temple to pray over it. Before we left our house, we prayed for our time and that God would move through us. During this time, I felt kinda defeated. I felt as though I had been successful in following Gods call overseas, but was inadequate to communicate to these people. God showed me in Romans that although we may not have words to pray or know what we are praying for, the spirit does and He goes with us everywhere. I went into this...