I looked out the bus window and watched as a little boy stood on his tip toes, picking through a garbage can. People and moto’s whirled around him not seeming to notice as old leftovers made their way to his…

Thursday nights in Cambodia are quickly becoming a favorite of mine. I wish everyone could experience the sweetest worship service that takes place in a church down the street from out house. The building also acts as a boys home,…

In Cambodia it is customary to take off your shoes before entering someone’s home and especially before entering places of worship. This shows respect and portrays that you are entering sacred ground.    On Sunday, a pastor of a local…

Sometimes it is hard to know what to write when there is soooo much on my heart. So for now, I thought I would share a prayer I wrote in my journal. I will write more soon.    Lord, you…

I stood between two men on the street of a red light district in Phnom Penh. My skin was crawling and I felt sick. Tons of older, foreign men strolled the streets with young Khmer girls on their arms or…

Dear little girl with the bruises,    You have become the background of a chaotic city Selling bracelets to provide  Your box is full of books but no one is teaching you to read  What are your bruises from little girl? …

Here are a few of my favorite (Cambodian) things.. Getting fruit in the markets         Eating ice cream for 70 cents a scoop.                  Food is great and meals are cheap  Meeting…

On the plane ride from Seattle to Korea my ball point pen exploded. I was frustrated because it was the only pen I had with me and I wanted to write about everything that was happening, not to mention black…

While my friends and family are sleeping in their beds at home in the US I am surrounded by the liveliness of city life in Asia. At this moment I am in a coffee shop in Phnom Pehn. (I am…