Cambodia during the rainy season means mud and lots of it! We just so happen to be in the village this week trudging in and out through the squishy mess. As we made our way through the mud today, I couldn’t help but think about how widespread the mud is permeating homes, tires, shoes, clothes and even toes.
Tonight back in our hotel room, freshly showered and clean, I’m thinking about the mud. In fact, I’m even writing about it on this prayer blog! I’m hoping the rains don’t come tonight so that the walk into the village is much easier tomorrow. But…it is rainy season after all.
The way the mud permeates life in the village has stirred the thought in me about how much I long for the truth of Jesus to permeate the village as well. After spending time with the women in our job creation program today (www.landminedesign.org), I was acutely reminded about the infancy of their faith. For some villagers, their faith is yet to be born; for others, their faith is new and hasn’t established firm roots. Their questions, doubts and struggles are very real as they seek to understand the truth about a God Who seems completely outside of their cultural paradigm.
How I hope for the truth of Jesus to permeate our little village along the border of Cambodia. Like the mud that is so widespread and sinks in between my toes as I plow through, I am praying that the Spirit of Jesus would seep into the crevices of hearts and draw many to their Creator. Would you join me in praying for our village? As I trudge through the mud these few days, what a good reminder it is to pray for the supernatural work of Jesus to permeate in even deeper ways than mud during the rainy season. Maybe there’s mud around your neighborhood that could serve to remind you to pray with me. God hears our prayers and is at work in this little village. Thanks for praying and being a part of this work with us. I’m so thankful to be here. And today, I’m thankful for mud.
Thanks for praying with me...