Bitter Sweet Memories

This evening, I was sitting in my church and during worship a sweet memory from Cambodia entered my mind. I closed my eyes to capture the full bitter sweetness of the memory. We had gone out as a group (6 of us on our team) to a little house way out in the 'middle of nowhere' where they usually held a non-formal school for kids to come and learn. Usually, at this particular spot, there would be probably about 15 kids at ‘school’.
Yet, this day was different. We were there to do some lice treatment. Nothing that would be permanent, yet something that would help show the kids we did care and give them a little bit of relief. Though we found that the spot where they would usually teach (on the ground with a tarp and a white board under a tree) had no water close enough to carry. Because of this, we had to walk a little ways down the dirt road. As we did, kids from around the neighborhood saw us and came and joined us. By the time we got to the water pump there was a mob of little Asian kids following us.

This is only part of the memory of that day, and these pictures are not from this particular memory. Though, each picture i took came with its own story. Some pictures have two. I never thought I could find so much joy in going around for three days doing lice treatment. Part of me wants to be back in that moment, back to that experiance. I miss those simply sweet moments were you have the opportunities to share Gods love in that way, even when you can’t speak their language well. However, i know that God will bring me more experiances and memories that i will come to cherish just as much.