Not Everybody Can Say Cheese

Growing up I’ve always had a camera and never thought of having pictures as a privilege.  Yet in all reality, it’s a pretty big privilege.  Not only that I have a camera, but that I also have the time to go around and take pictures. 

There’s times when I’m taking pictures of random people, I feel like the biggest creep ever.  But always at the end of the day I’m glad I pulled up my pants and got over myself and took pictures.  From my wonderful translation of the Khmer language and people’s body language, I can tell that they are grateful and happy with the pictures I took pictures of them, but mostly their children’s pictures.  There have been numerous times a parent (I’m assuming) has brought a child up to me for me to take a picture.  Or my favorite is when the adults rearrange children that are standing around when they see my camera.

One day taking pictures for OREADA, a mother came up to me shaking my hand proclaiming what I’m assuming words of thanks for taking pictures of her/the children.  Her gratitude stands out to me, because honestly before that hand shake and smile I didn’t see all of the greatness of what I was doing.  And to some degrees I won’t ever fully know.  I know photography is important and can be used for Gods glory, no doubt.  So don’t come and beat me up on that point.  I just never really thought that the individuals would appreciate the act of simply taking a picture, a task most Americans do on a weekly basis.  How touching a simple point and click of a camera can be to somebody in a developing country.  It amazes me how such a tiny little action of my finger can make someone’s day.

The Pants

My interpreter has a pair of pants that looks exactly like “The Pants” from Mission Denver.  (for those of you that don’t know what I’m talking about long story short during our homeless simulation, Carlisle had a pair of these pants that she hated)

Every single time I see her wear them I can’t help but smile.  It reminds me of that life changing week and how much hope and strength the people of the streets have to continue on with life.  The same goes for these amazing people in Cambodia.  Who don’t have that much and are surviving just fine.  They aren’t complaining or moping because they don’t have all the latest gadgets.  They embrace each new day and make the best of it.  

This amazes me and probably always will.  I'm pretty pathetic when it comes to living a certain way, in Denver all I wanted to do was find an alley and go curl up and die.  I've done really good here and excepting their way of life.  Granted I did a lot of mental prep work before coming; plus I knew I was only going to be here for a certain amount of time.  These people aren't here just for a visit, this is their life.  And to be so happy and grateful about life astounishes me.

Practicum Things.

This is kind of late, considering this is my last day of practicum, but better late than never right?

So the past three weeks of my practicum I was in charge of taking pictures of the events that OREDA goes to.  Nothing too challenging, plus it give me an excuse to take pictures of the children I meet at these events.  I would then use this as a way “to get to know” the children as best as I could since we both never really knew what the other one was saying

The kids here don’t always know what to do with me, so they just stare and can’t decide on whether to run away or tickle me.  I personally take this as a challenge to try and make every child smile, because some of them have some crazy stink eye.  Once they come around, I’m usually swarmed by tons of them and embraced by one of my favorite things in the world: smiling, giggling hooligans. 

  

Story Time

So much has happened, I don’t know where to start.  Plus I like telling stories in person, I can dramatize it more that way ;). 

Anyways here’s a few random ones.

Rice.  I’m tired of it.  I can still eat it, but not two bowlfuls as the people of Cambodia think I can.  I’m sorry but my body is already full of rice.

Internet.  I’ve had little and its actually been nice not being constantly connected to the world.  I can focus my time more on making friends with random children.

Jellyfish.  I got bit by one…then my director had to pee on my foot after I passed out on the way to the hospital on a tuk tuk.  OK not really.  I wish I had an elaborate story like that though.  For Real:  I was swimming in a beach and felt something bite me, but didn’t do anything.  Then later that day when I took a shower at home I realized my toe was bright red and swollen.  The most observant award goes to me.  So I told my interpreter and she gave me some medicine that took down the swelling and redness.

Lobster.  A two hour motor bike ride with a tank top doesn’t treat me well.  

Children.  I’ve made at least 5 bff’s with the little kids around here.  Through making these friendships, I’ve realized that working with youth is what I really want to do with life.  It randomly just hit me one day after we spent all day at a school and I made bffs with a specific girl.  We were driving home and I said to myself if I had to spend all day with kids I would be happy.
There has actually been a few times random children will come into our guest house and we become bffs.  There's one boy that lives nearby and will come around on his bike and snap his finger with so much attitude.  Its hilarious and adorable.

But...

Usually when Jesus has to knock sense into me, He slaps me upside the head, but two Sundays ago was different.  The best way to explain it was that Jesus was basically like BAM! Look at that.  All in my face.  To say that I was following Jesus whole heartedly during my first month in a half of being overseas would be a lie.  I struggled, I wondered, and I just didn’t know.  So long story short, I basically just ran.  I wasn’t exactly for sure what I got myself into and I didn’t want Jesus to tell me to do something huge and not want to do it.  So I ran.  Thinking my problems would somehow work out and all my answers would just magically be solved after my overseas experience.  Ha.  My brain.  I started running myself thin, wanting to completely fall into my saviors arms, yet at the same time I just got in a habit of trying to figure it all before I collapse. 

And what do you know I wasn’t able to figure it out and fix life before Jesus got all in my face.  In church we had a guest Australian speaker.   He asked the famous question of what would you do if you were to see God face to face.  I’m not gonna lie I would pee my pants.  Then he talked about our biases and stuff we have about God from the world and that we need to strip all of those ideas.  That we need to just stop and look into our saviors eyes.  Oh Jesus.  So basically during that service Jesus just got in front of me and didn’t allow me to run.  But to see all He has done for me.  Bam.  Look at me tricia, that’s all I ask, to look into my eyes and see my love and mercy.  I couldn’t fight looking into His eyes even if I tried.  Jesus is only patient for so long. 

I hold on to excuses way too much.  And Jesus is tired of it.  

Maybe its just because me and Jesus' relationship has a ton of humor and His cleverness, but when I picture it in my brain, I see myself telling Jesus some excuse as in I can't, don't or won't be able to do something; that He responds with a simple "too bad."

Questions and Hammocks

Ever since I have arrived in Cambodia I’ve been asked numerous times if I was a Christian and if my family members were also.  Then I would always be greeted with an excited reaction by the person asking me.  I’ve not really ever been asked that question growing up, I’ve always been involved in organizations and such that was Christian, so it was just assumed.  The first time I was asked, I was taken back a little.  Shocked is probably a better word to describe my reaction.  After a split second of shock I would respond with a yes; leaving questions to swarm my head.  Like do I really, truly know what it means to follow Christ?  I’ve never had to live out my faith in a non-faith based world. Do I have the excitement of others that are Christians?  These people’s faces light up when they find out I’m a Christian.

I think in America, we just use the term as a security blanket.  To have something else stamped in our “who we are” section of our life.  We miss the point so much.  I miss the point so much.  Jesus did more than just go to church and donate some of His time to help those that were struggling.  I’ve started reading John and find it amazing that the disciples still followed Jesus after some of the crazy things He said.  I mean come on if some random guy would say today eat my flesh and drink my blood and you’ll have eternal life, we would think He was crazy.  These guys had no idea that Jesus would take upon all of our sins on the cross and raise from the dead.  They didn’t have the moving music, drama or skits in our churches today to “move us.”  They saw His miracles and followed.  Maybe I’m just lazy, but this astonishes me. 

Let’s be honest how many of us would drop all of our things to follow a man we just saw doing something miraculous?  I know if I saw it today I would most likely be like well that was cool, probably rigged and go on with my life. 

All I can say is that I’m glad I know the full story.  That my Jesus has saved us all from sin and that He’s coming back for us one day.  This knowledge doesn’t make life any easier or give me huge clear answers about life, but it does give me hope.

Noms

Coming to Thailand and Cambodia I thought that I was going to have some of the best fruit, but that wasn’t the case.  The fruit isn’t bad here, but there is little flavor or it’s a more bitter flavor instead of sweet.  I’ve actually had several kinds of their different fruit, but a lot of them don’t have English names and have forgotten their original name.  I have eaten a few rambuton.  When I first saw them I wondered what on earth are these things and how do you eat them.  But last week my translator introduced them to me and was actually pleased with its taste.

They don’t like their sweets here, which is a sad life if you ask me.  But, they put sugar on everything else here.  For instance the smoothies in Thailand have so much corn syrup it’s ridiculous and today I was given two different kinds of potatoes each of them covered in sugar.

I feel like I’m the child of a rabbit and a bird.  I basically eat rice and vegetables for every meal, even there dessert has rice.  It’s not awful meals or anything, but a Panini would be rather great right now.  Thankfully I’m able to have bread for breakfast here in Cambodia instead of a rice dish. 

Lastly I think I like cucumbers.  The jury is still out on it, but I eat them when given.