Sitting here writing this blog on the side of the road, under a tree in a plastic chair… I think that’s all I need to say. Comfort has been a word stripped from my vocabulary these past two weeks. First traveling for 4 days straight, I mastered the ability to sleep upright or on the airport floor, also how to ration my snacks instead of inhaling them as I used to do. Then finally arriving to our final destination in Cambodia I was ready to regain some comfort of a routine but that’s not really how it went either. The first week here has been a lot about finding happiness in the little things around you instead of wishing away the time I have here. The comfort of my home, bed, friends, food of choice, wifi and even the bathroom has been totally thrown out the window. Even though it is extremely different, different doesn’t mean defeated. I had to make it known the first day arriving here that I wasn’t going to be defeated by the loss of amenities, and comfortable ways of life. I have to wake up daily to tell myself to live as the children here do, to not care about the dirt or sweat or bugs or did I say sweat already..? The kids here in Cambodia challenge me daily to live out this lifestyle with my fist high, to truly relay on Gods strength and not my own. I am faced everyday with the enemy of lost comforts but everyday I choose to stand and trust that different doesn’t mean defeated!!
I challenge all who are reading this to not let changes or different environments in life to defeat you. But to rise knowing this is apart of Gods plan for you and there is something greater at the end!
