Maybe it’s the tired talking, but I’m in a mood. Grouchy, feeling down, blah, blah, blah. It’s not PMS, not the post-Christmas blues, not sure what it is. We still love the Jenkinses (our families have meshed so beautifully–praise you, Jesus!). We’re on day 1 of a mini-vacation in Siem Reap. I’ve got no good reason to be singing the blues, but man.
I’m so thankful that Keri has picked up my blogging slack (here’s the beautiful post she wrote about our Christmas), because I just don’t seem to have it in me. So much to say, yet I feel paralyzed. We’ll be up at 4:00am to catch the sunrise over Angkor Wat, so no blogging in the morn.
Maybe it’s hitting me that we’re about halfway through our trip (and only spending one more week in Phnom Penh with our friends). Maybe I miss Phnom Penh (it’s so different here in Siem Reap so far, and I just don’t like it). Maybe the 6-hour bumpy bus ride did me in. Maybe I’m better at mission-tripping than I am at vacationing. Maybe I’ve got a lot on my heart and mind and need to figure out what to do with it.
Maybe I shouldn’t have eaten an entire tarantula.
I would love your prayers that I can snap out of whatever this is and enjoy the rest of our time. And please pray that God will give me the words to share with all of you because he’s shown me a lot a lot a lot of stuff here and ways that all of us can make a huge difference.
I love you, friends. Thanks for being there.