We rode the Bamboo Train today. It was a little bit bumpy, and if you looked down below for too long, nausea would take over as the ground sped by. When we came upon another bamboo train, we would count people and the train with the least people had to get off, take off their car, and let the other one pass. We came upon a little drink stand eventually where we stopped for a drink and turned our train around to head back the way we came.
As many of you may have guessed, Ezra is all about the outfits and accessories here in Cambodia. He has used his Christmas money to buy 2 outfits, a hat, and a power bracelet. This is him posing at Angkor Wat, where he, Daddy, and Isaac joined Grandma, Uncle Dave, and Asia for a day of sightseeing.
Isaac will definitely have a hard time coming home to riding his bike after DRIVING the moto here in Cambodia. Dad is on there, but Isaac is the one driving. Yikes!! Good thing mama only saw the picture and wasn't there in person!!
What an adventure for our family. How is it that God allows for some of us to be born in the places we're born and others of us to be born in other places? I know that doesn't communicate the depth of what I'm trying to say...let's try again...why, oh why did God place us in such special families with such opportunities and luxuries and, in the same world, there is a mama who goes to sleep each night on the streets of Pnomh Penh, Cambodia, with her baby and no place to call home? Who am I to deserve the life I live? I long to be found faithful on this path I've been placed on. I long to pluck that sweet mama I saw last night off of the street. I long for someday when there will be no more pain and hunger and homelessness, and I wonder if that sweet mama on the street knows about my Jesus and the hope He offers. Meanwhile, we keep walking the path...