A week later, our bags are unpacked and we have cleaned all of our dirty laundry. We have returned to work and reconnected with our family and friends here in the States. But for all of us, part of our heart is still missing, given to a people thousands of miles away and because of that,our lives will never be the same. It is hard to believe that a week ago today, we were flying back home from our mission trip to Cambodia. I, for one, cannot believe that is has been that long because the memories are so crispy and clear. Every day my mind plays a slide show full of memories of sights of the amazing people and the countryside, the sound of never ending honking and the smells, as well as the taste of Cambodian coffee and spicy Khmer food. I remember the beautiful faces of the Cambodian people, so full of hope and their smiles so warm and sincere. I remember the children – laying in dirty villages, rice fields – the ever present smiles and one even giving us a peace sign! I tis hard to leave those sights, sounds and memories and readjust to life in the states. That has been the hardest part. We have so much and take it for ranted. And we are always wanting more. We need to learn something from the Cambodian people – appreciate what you have been given, and treat it as though it is everything. The Cambodians had so much long ago but it was taken all away. They are now rebuilding their lives in the present, and the future for years to come. And that is where were come in. Not to save them but to stand alongside them. Be their friends, their partners, their support. I made friends that i know I will have for a life time – in Cambodia and here – and I am forever grateful for each and every one of them. I am so thankful to God that He placed me on this journey. It is one that I will never forget.
Written by Jill Rutter
Photo Courtesy of Janel Roach