This is what we refer to as “Outreach” on YWAM.
I spent 2 months in Siem Reap, Cambodia with a group of 10, all from different nations. We really embraced the culture during our time here – we lived at the YWAM base which had very basic amenities. I shared a room with 6 others girls, slept in bunk beads, used a bucket as a shower, had one fan in 40+ degrees (celsius), and ate more rice than I would have liked, as well as a bug or two. Voluntarily I might add.
But hey, this stuff is actually quite trivial and doesn’t really matter.
What mattered was the incredible people we met, the conversations we had and even the conversations we didn’t have as we shared moments with people. I learnt a lot from this trip. It didn’t matter so much about the language barrier, a connection was still created, I could see the common thread between us.
I’ll never forgot playing soccer with the little boys I met in the villages, teaching the girls how to count to 10 in English or how to play noughts and crosses (tic tac toe), chopping vegetables with the grandmas as we prepared lunch, and sharing my testimony with tears in my eyes to a sick father and his family – those moments, this is what truly mattered.
It was totally worth my discomfort for these people to be loved, to be noticed and to receive the love of Jesus.
I often think the trip probably did more in me than it did the people I was serving. Maybe I’m wrong, maybe I’m not. But I know God doesn’t waste a moment.
I know seeds were planted in Cambodia.