Discombombulated. Not sure which way is up. Hitting myself upside the head for taking a Tylenol pm. at 5:00 am after 2 solid hours of tossing, turning and playing 2 games of Scrabble on Gabe’s iPhone.
I feel so heavy.
Glad I don’t have to go to work today. Praying for Gabe as he does. Going without a shower today. Praying the hot water heater fixer-man comes soon. Praying God will help my unbelief as I envision the thing being irreparable and costing money we don’t have.
I just met a slew of folks in Cambodia who trust God implicitly for his provision minute by minute. Lord, help me be like those people.
Just read a heart-wrenching story from Asia’s Hope’s director about a man who is desperate for someone to care for his children.
Had a wonderful time sharing Cambodia with our church family yesterday.
On today’s to-do list: grocery store after fix-it man comes and write 22 letters to precious kiddos in the orphanage (my friend Judy leaves for Cambodia Wednesday with a team from Asia’s Hope). There is really no other way to get mail/supplies to Cambodia without them being confiscated.
Have I mentioned that God rocked my world last week?
Through my fog of diphenhydramine, I wonder what God has planned for our lives in the days and months ahead. Where do we go from here? Everything seems so pointless. Everything that used to matter now pales in comparison with people fighting to stay alive and children being trafficked to keep food in their families’ bellies.
My heart is broken, and I’m not sure how to function right now.
Externally processing right here on the ol’ blog.
My kiddos are fending for themselves as I figure out how to maneuver through the haze. They’re acting out and I don’t have the energy to do anything but threaten them.
Praying a lot for the people we met, people God is raising up to be the hope of Cambodia.
Praying for myself that God will show me what I need to do and give me the strength to do it.
Would love your prayers too. Thank you.