It’s time clean this dusty space, knocking down the cobwebs and clearing out the dust, replacing them with words once again. It’s been nearly a month since I wrote anything here (though you wouldn’t know, because I scheduled posts through the end of October while I was in Cambodia). I’ve been quiet since I boarded a plane for an unknown country, but the words are aching to eek out, even though I can’t seem to form a fitting answer to the commonly asked question: “How was Cambodia?”
Anyways, I’m joining up with Kate and the #FMFParty crew for Five Minute Friday, which I haven’t participated in since September. Whoa! Want to join us? Check out the fun at Kate’s place, and write with us for five minutes.
Today’s prompt is: Dwell.
While I was in Cambodia last month, my most common prayer was, “Center my heart. Let it be where You need it to be, God, not where it’s dwelling now.” Because in the midst of 10 days of timezone changes, tuktuk rides, strange foods, death-defying biking through the city, and a strange language, my heart would stray off into a difficult place.
Instead of learning to dwell in the place God wanted me, my heart would naturally dwell on the differences. On my insecurities. On the frustrations of dealing with something radically different.
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It became a reminder that I wasn’t there for me. Even though I took home so much from this short trip, my purpose was to pour out love on the Cambodians I met, and build up the missionary teams living there full time.
And so to combat the “me-focused” attitude that seems to be second nature, I began asking some of the Cambodian missionaries about how they came to know Jesus.
And, oh my heart…
Nothing will center your heart like hearing again and again how young people like myself have given up everything to follow Jesus. Their homes, their families, and everything they held dear.
Nothing will help your heart dwell on gratitude for the place you grew up in like visiting a friend’s home in the slums.
Nothing will break your heart like hearing a testimony from a missionary who embodies what it means to live full out for God.
When we dwell on our difficulties, they multiply. But when we dwell in a place of joy and gratitude, those multiply as well.
These words were a struggle to formulate, and they are just the beginning of sharing my experiences from Cambodia (and might’ve taken a minute or two longer to write than intended). I thank you all so much for your prayers, because they brought me through and helped me dwell on the right teams, and your prayers blessed our entire team immensely.