It seems like everyday I go on some sort of new adventure. Today I went to the market in attempts to buy shirts for the center. Now this seems like an easy task right? Well not in Cambodia and not in a language that I speak terribly. As we, myself and Voun our children's pastor, stand in the crowded isles of the market we try to do this three way broken Khmer/English thing. He is trying, in his limited English, and I in my even more limited Khmer are attempting to understand what the vendor is telling us. I am having to call Larissa every once in a while and she is having to talk to me, then translate for Voun, then talk to me again translating what Voun had said. After this exchange happens and what I hope successful t-shirt buying occurs Voun says, from what I can gather, that we can't fit ourselves and over 250 shirts on a single moto. I would agree with that statement! Cambodians can fit their entire family plus chickens food and whatever else, but I don't think Voun and I, more like the "I" part, have those type of moto riding skills. He grabs a tuktuk driver and sends me off. I want to point our that I am still yelling questions to Voun as the driver speeds away leaving me and 250 plus shirts in a tuktuk. The shirts along with me make it to the printer and another adventure in itself begins. Other than the shirts I had another knew experience today. Yesterday I told you about my time with Samnang and his sister at the Temple. If you don't now about it please read my last post. So today I decide to go back. I had a million other things I needed to do, but serving and loving on these kids is more important than finishing my to-do list. Jesse joined me today at the Buddhist temple. As we entered we got more looks than normal. I thought I got looks but add another white person walking into a foreign place and stares multiplied! We found the kids and sat and played and sang and talked to them as if they could understand us. The girl which we decided to call her Samcun, which means Hope, started clapping today. That was so much fun to see. We have been singing the song, "clap your hands all ye people…" for days and for the first time today she clapped along with us. After about twenty minutes we had gathered a crowd. I'm sure they were wondering what we were doing there and what we were doing playing with these children. We didn't care, we were having a blast.
The time came for us to leave and like always it tares at my heart. I hate leaving them there. My uneducated brain thought that they were going to be safe in the Temple. Men won't hurt them there. I was told today that the monks and other men still abuse the children in the Wat. I was saddened to hear that Samnang and Samcun are not safe. Tonight as I go to sleep I pray for their protection. I pray that God puts a protective cover over these kids. That no man or woman will lay a single unloving hand on them. Please pray with me for their protection against any kind of abuse, sexual and other.