We boarded a bus at 8am in PP and headed on the 6 hour trip in style! We were blessed to travel on a Greyhound kind of bus with air conditioning and Khmer Kareoke. Khammarak Sari Mon is my new FAVE singer! He sings a song called “Khmer Wife” and it’s not wanting a “foreigner” wife because they are too tall, and their skin is too white. But what he really wants is a Khmer wife because she can cook and clean and handle money and take care of her husband. I just yell out KHMER WIFE and my Cambodian teammates start singing the song for me!! LOL!
We arrived in Siem Reap at about 2pm and found 3 tuk tuks that would take all 14 of us (and ALL our 3 months worth of luggage) to our new home…Puok, Siem Reap. Puok is a little village about 30 minutes from the city of Siem Reap where we will be joining up with a YWAM ministry that is teaching free English classes every day to between 150-250 kids collectively (we each teach one or two 1hr class(es) with 30-50 students in each. That’s A LOT of loving to do! We are VERY excited!
We arrived on Saturday, had a “Kids Club” on Sunday where we played games with the kids and sang songs and just got to spend time with them, and then Monday our “real life” in Puok began.
Emily and I decided we were going to start jogging in the mornings. So Monday we got up at 5am and spent an hour in the kitchen drinking coffee have having some quiet time with the Big Man. At 6am it was still dark out so we waited and then at 615am we took off down the dirt road. We decided to go for 30 minutes to start…so wherever 15 minutes took us we would turn around and head home.
15 minutes got us to “our tree”. But there are no words to describe the scenery that we passed on the way. (So I added some pictures that I took this morning walking to the tree to show you!) I feel SOOO blessed that THIS is where we are beginning outreach! We are in the countryside, we are safe, we can run, and play, and witness Creation awaking each day in all its magnificent glory! WOW!
As we were running one day my attention turned to the dirt. Cambodia is one of the dustiest placed you can imagine. Usually dirt here is given a negative connotation. On this day though I was struck by all the footprints in the dirt that lay ahead of me as I ran. There were cow footprints, and duck footprints, water buffalo feet, and chicken scratches, dog paws, and toddler toes, there were tire treads from motos and bicycles and cars, and feet from kids on their way too school (some with shoes and some without). That’s A LOT of action for a dust filled country road. My mind then was taken to thinking about and considering the lives and stories behind all these footprints. Where were they going? Where were they coming from?! How were they feeling that day? What does an ordinary day look like for them? It is probably the History major in me, but my heart began to ask the questions behind their stories.
I believe there are many universals to the human condition. And one of the MOST important, I believe is the desire to be SEEN, to be recognized and noticed, to know that someone, something, somewhere KNOWS you and CARES about you. To know you are valued just for being alive.
I believe in the dust and the dirt of the Cambodian sunrise God gave me my vision and task for my time here in Puok. I want to know their stories, I want to hear about their lives, I want them to know that even though they are the poorest of the poor from a village most people of earth have never heard of and will never visit, they are VALUED and LOVED and CARED FOR.
We come from the dust and one day we will return, but in the space between I hope and pray that all of us are given the opportunity to share our stories, to be seen and valued, to be noticed and appreciated for just who we are and where we are at.
Thank you for being someone who shares in my story and my history and my life. Thank you for seeing me and hearing me and loving me so well!
Bless you and HUGS!
Ange











