Sometimes all it takes to remind me who God really is comes from a moment. That moment could be a smile from a stranger, it could be a hard question asked from a friend, it could be the sound of a heartbeat in silence, it could be anything really. I’ve come to realize that a moment has the freedom and power to make us pause, take a step into an eternal birds eye view to let whatever is separating us from God shatter before us. For me a moment happened recently. It was my team and I’s last night in Cambodia with the kids we had now come to call our beloved friends and we were...

I sat down on a broken bus seat and my world changed once again. Life as I had known it for the past month was coming to a halt. I became overwhelmed with emotions at the thought of not returning to the village. I fell so in love with the community and atmosphere, it literally shattered my heart to leave. There are no words to describe how it felt to say good bye. There’s no way to describe how it feels to look an orphan in the face, tell them you love them and then leave them (again). It hurts. It hurts so badly. Whereas the pain is so real, I’m beyond thankful for the...

I sat down on a broken bus seat and my world changed once again. Life as I had known it for the past month was coming to a halt. I became overwhelmed with emotions at the thought of not returning to the village. I fell so in love with the community and atmosphere, it literally shattered my heart to leave. There are no words to describe how it felt to say good bye. There’s no way to describe how it feels to look an orphan in the face, tell them you love them and then leave them (again). It hurts. It hurts so badly. Whereas the pain is so real, I’m beyond thankful for the...

Wednesday we arrived in Bangkok, Thailand. Even thought I feel as if only my body is here, but the rest of me is still in Cambodia. We left Kampong Cham on Monday, and stayed in Siem Reap that night and Tuesday, leaving Wednesday morning. While Siem Reap was beautiful and so much fun, giving me the time of my life, I sill felt as though I was missing something. I cried all Sunday, knowing I was going to be leaving my friends. I cried all Monday, missing the faces I had found so much joy with. And I cried Tuesday, not knowing why I was still crying. And I cried Wednesday, scared of...

As I type this, tears are flowing from my face. It’s funny because when I’m at home, I rarely cry. However, when the Lord is working in such voluminous ways around me, it’s hard to fight back the tears. If a month ago, you would have told me I’d be teaching English to 12 strictly Khmer speaking children, I would have changed my trip destination. I remember the moment so vividly when my ministry host, Vandy, told us we would be teaching English every day. My stomach dropped. I thought “You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s the last thing I want to...

As I type this, tears are flowing from my face. It’s funny because when I’m at home, I rarely cry. However, when the Lord is working in such voluminous ways around me, it’s hard to fight back the tears. If a month ago, you would have told me I’d be teaching English to 12 strictly Khmer speaking children, I would have changed my trip destination. I remember the moment so vividly when my ministry host, Vandy, told us we would be teaching English every day. My stomach dropped. I thought “You’ve got to be kidding me. That’s the last thing I want to...