|Posted on July 22, 2011 at 10:33 AM|
After 10,000 miles and three days of adventure, the moment was finally here. We pulled through the gates at Remember Nhu's home in Phnom Phen.The younger girls jumped up and down in excitement. Our spirits did the same.
We stepped from the van with a bit of awkwardness, not entirely certain of how to break the ice with girls for whom we have prayed but had not met. Then Mary, Tamara and Diane's daughters rushed into their arms, and any bit of apprehension was washed away in a moment of deep beauty and joy.
After a quick tour of the home, a dinner of fried duck eggs and rice, and a round of shy introductions, the girls took over. They taught us how to play several silly games, giggling when we muffed the hand movements and the rhymes. They also soon had Tamara singing and dancing, ''Évery move I make, you make me move Jesus.''
Jesus has indeed made us move in recent days. He has moved our bodies from Indiana to Hong Kong, Vietnam and now Cambodia. He has moved our hearts to rejoice at the beauty of his creation and his people, and to mourn at the evils that we as humans inflict on both. And he has moved our souls to sing new songs of praise to him.
Tonight ended with a phone call, and one final, unexpected blessing. Nhu's cell phone rang as we played with the girls. It was the Phnom Phen Airport; our bags had arrived. On the same day we had all resolved to accept that our luggage might not make it to us before we had to leave for home, we gratefully unpacked fresh clothes, medicine, insect repellant and sun screen.
Tomorrow we deliver fruit to the boat people who live on the Mekong River and we take the girls to Lucky Burger. How lucky (and blessed) we are.