Cambodia.

A place that I always wanted to go for missions and was fulfilled this December.

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My heart was broken for people who thinks that all religion are the same, who wants to think about it, who uses busyness as a reason.

I was impatient at first in wanting to see the results of my sharing but I became more compassionate along the way in wanting to understand how these people really feels. Even though these people do not understand now, I pray that come 1 day they will realise that we are not only planting mango trees but rather planting God's love in their heart.

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More so, I was burdened with kids who lost their parents at a very young age. Some as young as 7 mths. Each of these kids have their own story to tell. If it wasn't for someone who experienced the same thing and was burdened to provide for such kids, how would they ever experience parental love? Disciplining the kids who came from abandoned family was not easy but was fulfilling when they grow up to be well-mannered children in the home.

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To the Cambodians, I can give them truckloads of hugs and kisses but that vacuum, all that deepest desire for love, who else can give except for the Father?