Phnom Penh, Cambodia.

Ok, It’s 7am and I’m sitting here at the same table as every day but today some of the girls are down here in the hotel lobby area too-each trying to find a minute with the Lord before we head out for ministry and everything else the day holds.  Rob is against the wall so he can plug his computer in.  Rachel is at a table across the room and Carla is near the front desk.


There’s this Cambodian guy in the center of the room smoking cigarettes drinking tea.  I watched him watch each of them get settled in and some come to my table, (a table that seats 4) get the instant coffee and non-dairy creamer, then shuffle off to their own tables.  He glanced at me, at Carla, at Rachel, back at Rob, and stared at me for a while.  I bet these Cambodians are dumbfounded by that-these Americans all sitting at their own tables.  Why wouldn’t they just sit together?  It is strange when you think about it.  Sure, we are having our quiet times, but aren’t we like that anyway?  A mutual friend of Rob and mine, Bob who is an international English teacher currently teaching in San Diego, just wrote Rob talking about us Americans driving around alone in our cars in a big hurry, listening to our own music, living in houses and apartments all alone prospering in isolation.  Isn’t that the way we like it?  Maintaining total control of every element of our respective environments?  From what I’ve seen, not much of the rest of the world lives like that.  People are rammed into small spaces with tons of noise and craziness going on non-stop.  It’s just life.  I’ve seen Indian pastors answer their cell phones from right behind the main pulpit while another guy is preaching.  Seems rude to me and maybe it is but no one there seems to care.


Incidentally, that’s one of the toughest things about outreach, living in tight community.  For this leg, we are in a hotel that’s actually much nicer than the usual digs.  That’s because some YWAM bases are decentralized where people rent apartments instead of staying all together on one base.  Haha, that’s funny.  They don’t have housing facilities to host teams here in Phom Penh, so here we stay.  It’s the first time I’ve ever worked with a ministry like this one.  (

This team is all women except me but this week my good friend, Rob, is here on his way to Vietnam.  I don’t realize how nice it is to have a male friend around until I don’t have one.  God is good to me.