Let's start this out with an emotional bang. I hadn't journeyed to Cambodia with any sort of expectation, and if I had, I wouldn't have known what to get my hopes up on. This is my first experience outside of America, and, topping that, this was my first ever experience flying. There was no way to prepare myself for what was to come; I hadn't been listening to God... I, I was a bit of a mess. I was a mess that upon arriving in Cambodia, immediately slipped into a version of despair at my lack of insight into the plan God was laying down before me, and an overall gloomy outlook on life as a whole. At least, that is, until our group had the opportunity to help at a med camp another mission team was orchestrating.
I ended up a part of the team of people praying for those coming in for treatment, then was paired with an amazing prayer-warrior of an Australian woman, who upon meeting me changed my name to Fire. Ha. She had me lead out in prayer and told me to command the healing in the authority I had as a daughter of God and in the power of the name of Jesus. I wasn't feeling it, but I spoke out. That's when I saw the woman we were praying over healed... I'll never be able to describe the joy that bubbled out of her as she realized she had motion restored to her arm... I was struck dumb. The sick and injured kept pouring in, we kept praying, God kept healing... I mentioned how completely blown away I was, yes?
God sent me a heavenly slap. I was in no place to help these people; God didn't need me to be. It didn't matter how I was feeling. God moved despite where I was at, and I'm beyond grateful that he did. I got to see miracles unfold before my eyes and people give their hearts to my Lord after witnessing his power. --Feel free to imagine the degree to which my heart was softened after that.-- I left blessed, healed in spirit, and expectant for more to come.