Our first church service in Cambodia. Spiritually refreshing to gather and worship again with local believers.
My man Jeff and I always matching for morning ministry since South Africa.
Playing games with kids at a school.
When you gotta get to church and the gate it locked. Your only option is to climb the fence.
Ministry looks like listening to testimonies of local believers.
So thankful to have a space to workout in this month. The Lord also provided me a cushion for my lower back when I do floor exercises. I literally prayed for something to use as a cushion and I found this blanket as I was heading out the next morning to workout.
Ministry looks like praying for sick children at a hospital.
Ministry looks like holding your translators hand as she leads you to the next house to pray for.
Our view during the festival from the roof of the school we are staying at.
Ministry looks like laying hands on a local woman and praying for health and increased business.
Thankful for so much good food this month.
Just another day walking down the road.
Ministry looks like visiting locals and just being there.
When in Asia be aware of low ceilings.
Teaching has its perks. Our teachers always got a snack to have during our break.
Learning the traditional Khmer dance. I did my best!
My rooming buddy. Love that AC!
Teaching kids at a rural school how to wash their hands and brush their teeth.
Ready to brush their teeth.
Enjoying some spring rolls during our break. So spoiled!
When you think you’re still in Africa…
Ministry looks like fishing and having a picnic with local friends.
Ministry looks like teaching English to the best Bubbles class ever. Going to miss these cuties.
Kinda hate how much this class made me miss teaching. Blessed to be part of their class for the past two weeks.
Already missing these students and their teacher.
Blessed to have taught alongside two of the sweetest people I have met in Cambodia. They love their students and they loved me as a friend from the beginning.
Our farewell cake the school got us on our last day of teaching.
The Asian way of making a heart. I have learned so much.
The teachers and students from the IFLS school have taken another little piece of my heart.
