Below you will find an actual conversation between my mother and I before I left for Cambodia.
Mom: I only have like 150 followers on my blog.
Me: I have seven, and one of them is me.
The point of that embarrassing story is that, first of all, my blog is in fact lame (told ya so) and everyone who has been wondering if I actually made it to Cambodia already know that I have, which renders this post useless. With that said, I am not sure what the point of this post will be, however, I will truck through. :)
I got to Cambodia a week ago. Goodness gracious, this has been what feels like the longest week of my life. Getting off the plane in Phnom Penh was one of the most familiar feelings I have ever had. However, as soon as my passport was handed back to me, after receiving my visa, I got a really awesome bloody nose, that was not so familiar.
There have been a few moments where I have thought "what the hell have I done." Most of the time those thoughts come when I realize that all of my social skills have apparently abandoned me and the things that come out of my mouth are super lame, or don't make sense. So there's that. The people here that will choose to be my friend, will for sure be lasting if they can make it past my awkward phase.
It would be a totally fair assessment to say that I overpacked. One thing I overpacked on.... Bibles. "what? You can never have too many Bibles," you say. Well, I brought 7. My justification? they are all different versions. How many will I actually use? Like 3. Tops. I also definitely brought too many shoes. So yeah.
Honest moment: I have no idea where this post is going. Like, at all.
In the midst of the loneliness and the awkwardness and all the other things that are are not necessarily the most fun emotions to deal with, God is good. Meeting me right where I am at and giving me bits of encouragement along the way. I don't know what I would do without Jesus. Hopeless for sure, paralyzed at best.
If you don't know Jesus yet, I highly encourage you to do a little investigating. He is worth it. More than you could ever know. I know it can be a little hard to believe that He raised from the dead, or even is a real person. Come out here for a week and see all that has been restored and made new. I don't think that you would be able to believe these transformations could happen any other way.
sending love to you,
-j
