My moto |
My $5 "Honda" helmet |
This is the coffee shop that is next door to my apartment - it is very fancy and since I don't have Wi-Fi yet I do online work from here or the athletic club that is in my apartment building |
It has been interesting meeting the people who have helped
facilitate my setting up a Cambodian bank account, getting my Visa extended,
and getting a Cambodian driver’s license. The people here are just as
interested in why I am here as my friends in the US were interested in why I
was leaving. This has provided a great opportunity for me to share about my
faith. Most of the people I have met who live in poverty here desire very strongly to
have more wealth and to live in a nicer place (like the US) and so they have a
difficult time wrapping their minds around why I would leave that kind of
environment. I don’t have a great answer for that other than God wants me to be
here now and I love this adventure. Also, that at least for me the accumulation of things or money does not interest me and is not healthy for me. I do miss family and friends. I miss
Gizmo. I miss clean air. I miss being able to communicate easily. But as Oswald
Chambers stated, in the strain is the strength and I do feel like I am growing stronger here - in large part because of the difficulties that I am experiencing.
Last night (Friday) I took the moto out at night - trying to get to the church where Neth was recording a CD. It was pouring down rain and traffic was horrible. I got soaking wet from cars and trucks splashing up water that was pooling up on the roads, from the rain that was coming down so hard, and from putting my feet down in puddles when traffic was at a standstill. I also got a headache from breathing in all the exhaust fumes. So, I never made it to the recording, but chocked this up to experience and a lesson that I don't want to go out in Phnom Penh on a Friday night in the rain.
This morning I read this from Oswald Chambers, "Notice God's unutterable waste of saints, according to the judgment of the world. God plants His saints in the most useless places. We say - God intends me to be here because I am so useful. Jesus never estimated His life along the line of the greatest use. God puts His saints where they will glorify Him, and we are no judges at all of where that is." True, true, Amen.
Last night (Friday) I took the moto out at night - trying to get to the church where Neth was recording a CD. It was pouring down rain and traffic was horrible. I got soaking wet from cars and trucks splashing up water that was pooling up on the roads, from the rain that was coming down so hard, and from putting my feet down in puddles when traffic was at a standstill. I also got a headache from breathing in all the exhaust fumes. So, I never made it to the recording, but chocked this up to experience and a lesson that I don't want to go out in Phnom Penh on a Friday night in the rain.
This morning I read this from Oswald Chambers, "Notice God's unutterable waste of saints, according to the judgment of the world. God plants His saints in the most useless places. We say - God intends me to be here because I am so useful. Jesus never estimated His life along the line of the greatest use. God puts His saints where they will glorify Him, and we are no judges at all of where that is." True, true, Amen.
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