Joy Comes In The Morning

7:16 am (Eastern Time).

I’d been awake for 17 hours, eyes falling shut as I hurried home on the cracked sidewalks, stopping only for traffic lights and the occasional garbage truck on it’s morning route.

The cool morning mist surrounded me, a sort of ethereal fog blanketing the quiet streets, muffling the sounds of the traffic, the crispness of the morning making itself known as my breath formed a frozen cloud in front of me.

Passing by several blocks of brick-framed houses and doors with chipped paint, navigating puddles and hearing the occasional crunch of some leftover snow beneath my feet, I crossed the second-last street before home, entering the park, knowing my destination was close.

And all of a sudden, as I entered that park, my awareness of my surroundings began to shift.

The cool air, the mist, the hazy fog remained.

But suddenly these were joined by a canopy of empty branches, tall trees reaching for the sky, housing birds that sang and chirped and crowed, filling my ears with their morning chorus.

My feet, before hurried and occasionally stumbling, began to slow.

My eyes, before drooping and fatigued, began to open.

My heart, before tired and worn out, began to lift.

I stopped on the sidewalk, taking it all in.

And as that glorious chorus of bird song filled my ears, and the fog wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, I smiled.

The morning was here. He was here.

The song that had been in my head all week ran through again; pieces of lyrics and truth swirling in my brain;

…And when I cannot stand, I’ll fall on You…

I stood in wonder, amazed at the beauty of the morning and it’s Creator.

And as I pondered, I thought of those times when I’d experienced similar feelings, been in similar awe of the beauty of our world, laid before me like a glorious canvas.

That time in Cambodia, at the top of the highest mountain, surrounded by green grass and fog and massive rock, and tips of mountains peeking through in between.
That time in Hawaii, at the edge of the ocean looking out across the vast horizon of water and sky, surrounded by glorious colour and cloud and the beauty of a sunset like I’d never seen before.
Those times in the Beatton Valley, close to home, seated on the tip of one of my favourite hilly ridges, surrounded by the sound of the rushing river and the wind filling my ears, looking out at the vivid green trees and hills, contrasting against the stark blue sky or the starry night or the rippling clouds or the fading sunset. I’d been there so many times, and each felt just as new and just as beautiful.
That time in Tumbler Ridge, as we crested the tip of a ridge deep in the alpine, and were greeted with blue-hazed mountains and valleys and lakes, endless vistas stretching to the edges of the horizon in all directions, so still you could hear yourself breathe.
That time in northern Alberta where on a drive home we were brought to a stop by the sight of the black skies suddenly breaking out with dancing green aurora, flitting across the sky like ballerinas across a stage, oscillating and curving and stretching and lighting up the sky in a light show unmatched by any created by man.

The list goes on and on.
Cambodia. Hawaii. The Beatton Valley. Tumbler Ridge. Northern Alberta.
and now Ontario.

I was reminded, not for the first time, that 

whether I sit or stand,
whether I rise or fall,
if I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
even there His hand will guide me.
even there His strength will support me.

He is with me.
Through all my life, through all my travels, in all the places I call home.
He is faithful.
Through all the ups and downs, through all the uncertainties, in all my doubts and fears.
He is good.
For though weeping may last through the night, joy comes in the morning.
He makes all things work together for my good.
Through all the long nights and joys and tears and adventures and deep breaths and new steps.

He knows me. He is right there with me.
He goes before me and behind me, hemming me in on all sides.

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.

And just like David’s response after God had brought him across miles and years of journey, and so clearly revealed His love to him day after day, making and fulfilling promises all along the way,
I remain amazed.

Who am I, Sovereign Lord, that you have brought me this far?
What more can I say?

For you know your servant, Sovereign Lord. For the sake of your word and according to Your will, You have done such great things and made them known to Your servant.
How great you are, Sovereign Lord! There is no one like you, and there is no God but you, as we have heard with our own ears…

No matter where I go,
No matter what I do,

I am so thankful.

For He is with me.
And He is faithful.
And He is good.
And He makes all things work together for my good.

Oh, how I need Him.
And I am so thankful that He reaches down to me.

I love the Lord, for He hears my voice.
Because He bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath!

And I have no doubts that this is not the last time I will stand amazed in His presence.
For He is good, and His love endures forever.


I see Your face in every sunrise
The colors of the morning are inside Your eyes
The world awakens in the light of the day
I look up to the sky and say
You’re beautiful

I see Your power in the moonlit night
Where planets are in motion and galaxies are bright
We are amazed in the light of the stars
It’s all proclaiming who You are
You’re beautiful

I see You there hanging on a tree
You bled and then you died and then you rose again for me
Now You are sitting on Your heavenly throne
Soon we will be coming home
You’re beautiful

When we arrive at eternity’s shore
Where death is just a memory and tears are no more
We’ll enter in as the wedding bells ring
Your bride will come together and we’ll sing
You’re beautiful

I see Your face, I see Your face
I see Your face, You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful
You’re beautiful


References: 2 Samuel 7, Psalm 30:5, Psalm 116:1-2, Psalm 139
and “Lord I Need You” by Matt Maher


The Day That Life Changed

Spoiler alert! Don’t read this unless you already know we got engaged!
Oh wait.
You either knew that from somewhere in between August 7, 2014 and now… or else you just found out.
Sorry… not sorry :)

Today marks 30 days until our wedding! Just one month!!
And in honour of that… Here begins the long-awaited story.
Undoubtedly my favourite engagement story so far… because it’s ours.


Here unfolds the events of August 7th, 2014, a day that started out so ordinary and became so absolutely special. It began early. Perhaps too early. I was staying over at Burkhart’s place and my alarm clock rang at 6:30 am, and I got up, dressed, washed my face and brushed my teeth, hopped in my car with Jordan, and we drove off to Sexsmith for breakfast at the Diamond Willow with the rest of his family. We ordered breakfast and were waiting for it to arrive, and I was feeling really chilly, even with a long-sleeved shirt, a cardigan, and a scarf. Jordan, wearing a long-sleeved shirt under his jacket, was feeling warm. As he took off his jacket, I asked him if I could borrow it, since he didn’t need it. As he held it in his hand and looked at me, he hesitated, but then after a moment handed it over. That’s odd, I remember thinking, because he had never hesitated before, usually such a gentleman and offering me his jacket before I ask. I shrugged it on. And as I pulled it closed, I felt something.

There was a box.

A box similar in size and shape to a ring box in the pocket of his jacket.

I froze for a moment, and my mind started going crazy.


And as that happened, I looked at Jordan, and there was a million emotions written all over his face as he looked from my eyes to the pocket and back to my eyes.

He knew. And I knew. He knew I knew.

Due to some previous events, I’d known there was a ring, and had a hunch it would be soon, but past that, I didn’t know much of the details of ring or planned engagement and preferred to leave that one up to him.

So I let it go; shrugged it off, although it was more than a little distracting to feel that little box in the pocket over breakfast.
After all, maybe the ring had been there the whole week he’d been home, and I just hadn’t noticed. Maybe that’s where he kept it all the time, or maybe he planned to propose today. Either way, I tried to ignore it as breakfast went on. Eventually I warmed up, and handed Jordan back his jacket at the end of the morning, and he seemed uncharacteristically relieved to get it back.

We drove into Grande Prairie in my car, just the two of us, as Jordan had a psychology exam and we also had some errands to run. Over the course of the morning, we ended up at a variety of different places… a toy story, Peavey Mart, the licensing center (where we joked about marriage licenses but really were just there for a drivers’ renewal), Canadian Tire, and when eventually hungry and ready for some good food, Famoso Pizza. We had plans to go out to Camp Wapiti after lunch to hang out there for the afternoon, and I’d heard that the ideal time for that would be around 3. I wasn’t worried about timelines as I knew we’d be finished lunch around 3 and would be able to make it down to camp for a few hours to visit before returning to Webster for soccer that evening.

As lunch was winding down, I was finishing my drink, which I had about half left. All of a sudden, while I was mid-sentence, Jordan checked the time and said “Well, we need to go!” and went to stand up and leave. I was a tiny bit shocked, as my usually patient boyfriend had never done something like that before, and a little sheepishly he sat back down and said he really just wanted to get to camp.

Soon enough we finished up in the restaurant, and off to camp we went, after only a short delay of my looking up some nursing stuff in the parking lot, thanks to some new textbooks I had gotten. (In hindsight… sorry for slowing us down, Jordan. Curiosity got the best of me. If I would’ve known… ;) )

As we pulled up to camp nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. Camp was in full swing; elementary kids were sitting by the craft shack, or playing tetherball or the new Gladiator ball by the dining hall, as Daryn’s cabin of elementary girls were. As we pulled up we saw Connie sitting on the deck and Esther filling up a kiddie pool of water for a water fight and pool party for the winners from the points auction the night before. We spent a few minutes talking with Connie, and once Jordan saw Dylan by the new nature shack, he walked over to say hi. I continued to talk with Connie, and Esther stood by as well, finishing up the filling of the kiddie pools. It was a perfect day: the sun was shining, it was nice and warm, the birds were singing…

And then the stillness was broken.

All of a sudden, to my surprise, a flannel Smurf pillowcase was over my head and Connie and Daryn wrapped me in a big bear hug as a horde of elementary girls began to surround me and wrap rope around me. Startled, I started to scream for help and wriggle and attempt to get out of their grasp. I shouted for help from Jordan, but the girls quickly got smart and tried to cover my mouth. A process quickly ensued where they would tie me, I would get out of it, they would tie me… and so on until Connie and Daryn decided enough was enough. Connie was for some reason especially insistent that I get tied up, as she wrapped her 7-month-pregnant body around me and threatened me with “don’t make me throw you in the water!” and “Don’t make me get you all dirty and covered in pine needles!” and I remember thinking she was being especially violent in her condition. But, I hate being tied up and I especially hate being suffocated so it wasn’t long before I threw off the pillowcase and continued to resist. Eventually Connie and Daryn and the girls, much to their delight, threw me in the kiddie pool and I became soaking wet. After this they enlisted the help of some older guys who held me down as the girls tied me up. By this time, Esther had stolen my phone and was enjoying documenting the whole event with photos. I’m ever so glad that she did :)

At one point one of them suggested they put war paint on me, and Dylan, who had showed up at some point, said quietly, “I don’t know if Jordan…” which I heard but all I could think of was “Where is Jordan, anyway?! And why isn’t he helping me?!”

Little did I know that Jordan had actually coordinated with Connie (camp director) and her husband Dylan (also one of his best friends) to have me kidnapped and brought to the upper campfire so he could propose. If I would have known… I might have fought a little less ;)

With the guys help, the girls eventually got me tied up enough so that I couldn’t get free anymore, and then Dylan showed up with the camp’s John Deere Gator, backed up, and he and two other guys wrangled me into the box of the Gator and shut the tailgate. Dustin sat with me as Dylan and Nic got into the front and started to drive. Dylan tied me down with a tie down strap, and the three of them started talking about trucks and engines as we drove out of camp up the trail. They seemed pleased with themselves; accomplished, satisfied, and ever-so-nicely avoiding the topic of why in the world they were kidnapping me, anyway.

It was on that drive up that hill that all of a sudden I started putting the pieces of the day together.

The ring box in the jacket.

The conversation about marriage licenses at the licensing centre.

 The “we need to leave now!” at Famoso.

The sudden and convenient disappearance at camp.

The fact that we were heading for the upper campfire, a special place for both of us.


 It suddenly dawned on me that I was going to get proposed to up there.

And I thought, “Oh. Okay. Well then I suppose I’ll behave and play along.”

The guys stopped the Gator just above the upper campfire, and Dylan led me by the rope that was tied around me down to the upper campfire. I was barefoot, having lost my flip flops long, long ago in the whole foray, and attempted a tiny run away just for fun (and to keep the act up for the cabin of girls coming over the hill), but Dylan quickly grabbed me and made me sit on a bench by one of the trees on the east side. The bench was backed up against a tree, and the guys placed some cardboard behind my back (how kind) and proceeded to tie me up to the tree with more secure 1” rope. First they tied my torso, leaving just my hands free, then my feet back to the tree and knotted the rope securely, making escape quite impossible.

But, by this time, I was much more willing to be kidnapped, and as Daryn’s cabin of girls re-appeared over the hill, they all sat in front of me on the benches of the upper campfire and asked me to tell them a story. It was then I proceeded to tell them the grand tale about Daryn the very hairy bear who was ran off from the camp of igloos by all of her hairless friends who made fun of her hair, and then was headed for a place called Camp Wapiti when she ran into a pink flamingo hairdresser named Kevin, with a British accent. (No idea where those ideas came from… my brain was a little distracted at this point ;) )

At about this point, suddenly a herd of elementary boys covered in war paint and being led by a war-painted Justin (their cabin leader) and a war-painted Jordan came over the hill, hollering, screaming, and looking actually sort of ferocious, for a cabin of elementary boys with war paint and sticks.



    (Jordan looking like he’s up to something…)

The girl’s cabin and Daryn ran over the hill to the west, most of the boys following with Justin. Jordan stuck around the campfire, and so did one little face-painted boy who shouted “I’ll save you!” and began to untie me at the tree. Jordan quickly assured the boy that he would take care of it and the boy should go help capture the girls, and so he joined his cabinmates and rushed to carry out the rest of the kidnapping plan. (I learned later that Daryn ended up tied to the sand swing and she herself got dunked in the kiddie pool as well. Oops.).

One boy came back over the hill again to “save me” but Jordan waved him off as well and then it was just him and me at the upper campfire. Up until this point, Jordan hadn’t made any eye contact with me, but now smiled, and came and sat next to me on the bench, to my right.

“How are you doing?” he asked, amused and looking at the rope that still held me quite securely to the tree.

“Oh, you know, not bad.” I said playfully, and then proceeded to ramble on about everything that had just happened, including the kidnapping, the Gator ride, the story about Daryn the very hairy bear, and the girls and their attack….

He nodded and smiled through it all (and later told me he didn’t remember a thing) and all of a sudden interrupted me. “So I have something for you.” He says, his eyes amused.

“Oh?” I ask, quite innocently.

“Here’s…..” (reaches into his back pocket) “your phone.” Even more amused, and proud of himself, he laughingly hands me my phone.

“Oh really.” I say, a little disappointed but just as amused as him. With what arm reach I had, I took my phone, turned it to the camera, and said “Here, why don’t you take a picture?”

He takes my phone, puts it out in front of us to my left, and as he moves in front of me he begins to take some pictures of us, making faces at the camera.


 (Please note the rope to the bottom right, securely fastening me to the tree!)

He begins to bring his right hand down, with phone in hand, and as I turn back to him, he is kneeling in front of me, holding up THE ring between us, which he had managed to wriggle out of his pocket while taking photos.
All I see are his shining, gorgeous eyes looking at me, his crooked smile emphasized by the black smears of war paint on his face.
His heart is written all over his face.
He grins, and doesn’t even breathe before he asks, all at once confident and satisfied that his plan had worked.

“Will you marry me?”

Heart racing, smile growing, I said the first thing that came to my mind.

“Will you untie me?”

He laughs, so full of joy.


A heartbeat doesn’t even pass as I say the answer that I’ve had waiting for months.


We couldn’t stop smiling as he looked down and said “Okay, which hand?” and took my left hand and placed the ring on my finger.


 For a moment we just admired it and stared at each other in joy, and then in between my excited squeals (“EEEEEE! We’re engaged!!”) I got to admire the ring as Jordan set to work untying me and undoing Dylan and Dustin’s handiwork, which all in all took about twenty minutes.

I guess they weren’t taking any chances on me getting away.

Now that it’s all said and done, I can’t say I mind. ;)


 (“THE” tree! Every time I look at this I’m amazed at all the rope they used,. Ha. Oh my.)

It was somewhere around this point that I realized what a mess I was. Somewhere early in the foray I’d lost my shoes, was soaking wet thanks to being thrown in the pool, my mascara was running, my hair was coming loose, and my feet were definitely filthy, covered in camp sand and little leaves and woodland bits.

But somehow, I’d never felt more beautiful.

In between there was some hiking through sand, some telling people our news, some further searching for the elusive grain shovel at Peavey Mart… and then fast track to driving back to Webster later that evening, when Jordan took my hand and said “Well, this has been a productive day. Wrote a psych exam, got my driver’s license, got engaged, went to Peavey Mart…”

I laughed. A productive day, indeed.

And now I cannot wait to keep adding to this story; to add to the adventures and memories and moments with Jordan, for the rest of my days.

The story continues every day, but a whole new chapter begins December 20, 2014, when I get to marry the most amazing man I’ve ever known.

My cup overflows.


Why You Should Shave Your Legs For You (And Not For Your ER Nurse)

While reading this, please keep in mind that it’s 0630 after a night shift. I’ve had a solid two hours of sleep in the last 24 hours so please don’t judge me if I ramble.

You know, sometimes being awake in the wee hours of the morning makes me ponder things.

Tonight, I was pondering the many, many comments I get from from community members, patients, and patients’ families about ER staff and personal hygiene.

Not the staff’s personal hygiene, mind you.

The patient’s personal hygiene.

By now you may be confused.

Let me explain, in the form of a story…

Once upon a time (the day before yesterday), I met a patient, and the patient’s daughter. Let’s call her Sue.

Sue’s mom was under my care for a little while, and during that time we discussed a variety of different topics, and somewhere along the way the subject of leg hair came up.

“Don’t mind my hairy legs” says Sue’s mom.

“Ha! You should see mine.” Says I.

“Winter is coming.” says Sue’s mom. “I need to stay warm!”

“Absolutely! Otherwise you might freeze.” Agrees I.

Sue sat and stared at me.

I smiled.

“So much for shaving my legs in case I have to go to emergency.” says Sue.

I laughed.

That’s not the first time I’ve heard a comment like that, and I really doubt it’ll be the last.

See, somewhere along the way patients labelled ER staff with a stigma.

The stigma says that we staff have a total aversion to hairy legs, hairy armpits, hairy chests, mismatched underwear, socks with holes in them, or dirty boots.

The stigma says that if we are performing CPR on you, and all of a sudden happen to notice any of the above, we’ll immediately stop.

We’ll step back.

Throw up our hands.

“That’s it!”

We’ll say.

“I’m not saving this person’s life anymore! Their legs haven’t been shaved in a week.”

And we’ll walk away. Wander down the hall. Wash our hands.

Ha. Yeah right.

Sorry, Sue, and all the other patients out there…

If you have hairy legs, or hairy armpits, or a hairy chest, or mismatched underwear, or socks with holes in them, or dirty boots,
we actually won’t stop saving your life in disgust of your body hair or your choice of style.

We’ll actually just ignore it and focus on what really matters: airway, breathing, and circulation.

Yes, we promote personal hygiene.

Yes, we appreciate someone who smells nice.

But no, we will not judge based on if your socks match, or if you just came in from the worksite, or if it’s been two weeks since you scraped a razor over those shins.

So, my tip of the day is, shave those legs because YOU want to shave your legs… not because you feel you need to have perfectly shaved legs (or clean shoes, or matching underwear), in order to impress us.

Trust me, it takes a lot more than perfectly shaved legs to impress us.

life is good. crazy… but good.

Alright, I’ll admit it. Lately, I have stunk at blogging. In the words of the Grinch… “Stink, Stank, Stunk!”

But,  I’ll have you know that it wasn’t for lack of interesting things to blog about.

My last post was innnn….. May?
Let’s start there.

May: Spent the month in Cambodia, running village clinics with the bomb-diggity-est team of people ever. Flew to Korea. Travelled to Korea for a day. Flew to Hawaii. Spent a week in Hawaii re-capping all of that six-month medical missions adventure. Flew to a different island of Hawaii. Reunited with a future sister-in-law (although that wasn’t confirmed quite yet ;) ), vacationed.

June: Vacationed in Hawaii for two weeks. Flew home. Reunited with Canada after six months away. Swung on the swings and laid on the grass at my old elementary school with three of my best girls and just soaked it in. Flew to Montreal to see the handsomest, most amazing man I know (also known as, my future fiancé, although that wasn’t confirmed quite yet ;) ), and ventured around the city with him for a week. Flew home. Laid low for a while. Drove tractor and baler. Made a few hundred bales. Went to a wedding. Visited people.

July: Laid low for a while. Drove tractor and baler. Made a few hundred bales. Went to a wedding. Visited people. (see a theme here?) Worked as a camp nurse for a week. Drove tractor and baler. Applied for jobs. Washed my car. It rained. Had a job interview.

August: Picked up the handsomest, most amazing man I know (also known as, my future fiancé, although that wasn’t confirmed quite yet ;) ) at the airport. Tried on some bridesmaid dresses for my other future sister-in-law’s wedding (which was confirmed! still is ;) ). Visited people. Went on a date. Got 14 free nursing textbooks. Had some pizza. Got kidnapped by a wild group of girl campers. Thrown in a water pool. Thrown in the back of an ATV. Tied to a tree. Rescued by a wild group of war-painted boy campers, led by the handsomest, most amazing man I know. He got down on one knee. Got engaged. Played some soccer. Laid low for a while. Had a birthday. Visited some people. Had a job interview. Got hired. Simultaneously hiked a mountain and had engagement photos taken. Dropped off the handsomest, most amazing man I know (also known as, my future fiancé, which was confirmed! still is ;) ) at the airport. Realized August had only been around for 17 days. Realized it was one crazy month. Bought a wedding dress. Started working full time. Baked some cookies. Visited my pregnant friend. Visited some other people.

September: Continued working full time. Slept. Hung blackout curtains. Slept. Took blackout curtains down. Continued working full time. Made some Skype calls. Went to a wedding. Visited people. Laid low for a while. Read a good book. Continued working full time. Took a course to save tiny people’s lives. Visited some people. Continued working full time.

Aaaaand now it’s October.

Oh, my life.

No wonder I’m tired.

My apologies for not carrying through on promises made, like “I’ll post more once we get back to Kona and my life isn’t strewn all over my hotel room,” or “I’ll have to blog about that later!” or “It’s a long story… I’ll write a blog about it.”

Maybe someday I will write about those things. Then again, maybe I’ll tell them to you in person over a good pair of chai lattes.
For now, I’m going to go drink some egg nog and eat a cookie and read a book (I’ve got three or four on the go at the moment) and go to bed.

And I will leave you with this:

My life has been a seriously-amazing-crazy sort of crazy over the last few months. But I’ve come to realize, as Grace Hopper and/or John Shedd said, ” A ship in port is safe; but that is not what ships are built for. Sail out to sea and do new things.” And the thing about being a ship out of harbor and out of my comfort zone is that no matter where I go, not matter what comes, I have an Anchor that will never let me go (Hebrews 6:19) and for that I am more thankful than ever before.

Peace and blessings.



Outreach Week Six: On The Move

A green and yellow 25-seater bus. Rice three times a day. Bamboo huts and plastic chairs.  Gummy bear vitamins sandwiching albendazole tablets.  Tuberculosis patients. Tuk tuk rides. Finding oatmeal cookies in a tiny mart on a muddy street. Three different guest houses in four days. Hand-washing laundry in a sink the size of a juice jug. 
Put it all together, and what do you have?

Oh, just another week of outreach.


(All packed up! My trusty backpacks are getting a lot of use lately as we are moving a lot these days, typically every two or three nights we travel to a different part of Cambodia. Tiring, but so neat to see different parts of the country!)

Our week saw us travelling first to the south west of Cambodia to several different villages, running clinics and learning from two local men about their ministries and their dreams for the villages they live in. I was blessed to meet some incredible people, including patients, translators, contact people, and even a fellow Canadian who works with YWAM and actually knows some people from Fort St. John. So cool. :)

One of our contacts was a young man who was a tuk tuk driver in Phnom Penh, saving for his future with one tuk tuk ride at a time, when he drove for some mission teams and started asking them questions with his limited English. They taught him some English, introduced him to Jesus, and got him connected with a church. Nobody in his family had ever been a Christian, and he was curious as to why these foreigners would come to another country to serve Cambodians.

Fast-forward six years.

Over time, that young man became a Christian, sold his tuk tuk to pay for a YWAM DTS, moved back to his village, started a school for local kids, and began to pour his life out for his family, his village, and the Lord.

Within a year of starting his ministry and school, 25 people in his community became believers.

Since then, he has built two churches, an even bigger school, a group home for boys, a coconut oil business for community members to work in, and has plans for a mercy clinic and university in the village as well. So many people in his family are believers, and they have been so blessed and prosperous.

All because of one man’s curiosity and subsequent obedience to the call of God.

He has an amazing story, and it was such a blessing to spend time with him and his family this week, and run clinics at two villages he works in, to bless the people there and provide some sort of  basic health services that they otherwise have to travel hours to access.


(Me and that young man’s grandmother – and in the background, one of the huts we ran our clinic in. She literally glowed with joy. When our team pulled up to her place to run a clinic, she met us at the van door with huge hugs and a big smile, and never stopped grinning at us the whole morning. Even though she didn’t speak a word of English, communicating with my limited Khmer taught me that she was so sweet and had such a lovely heart.)


(The view from one of the villages we visited. Ahh, mountains. How I have missed you. :) All that was missing was a cow or two to have the stereotypical “Cambodia” photo.)

This week we also began a new chapter of outreach, ministry with a fellow named Phillip, a Korean man who with his wife Grace pastors a church and runs a sort of group home in Phnom Penh for young Cambodians from faraway villages to come and stay while studying university.

We’ll be travelling all around Cambodia with Phillip quite a bit over the next two weeks, travelling to the villages of his students!  It’s so neat to get to know the students (studying medicine, midwifery, nursing, and seminary/bible teaching), and then get to see their roots and meet their families.

For more information about our ministry here, check out our team’s update here ( Outreach Update Week 6 ) as it contains more photos and information about our adventures in Cambodia!


(The view out the back of our tuk tuk of the traffic congestion in Phnom Penh. It’s definitely a good place to hold tight onto your bag, and to look both ways a few times before crossing the street!)

It’s hard to believe that there are only two weeks left in this beautiful country; our time here has just flown!

Praise God with me for an incredible burst of energy, enthusiasm, and joy this week! Somebody out there must be praying for that for me, so thank you. It made a huge difference in my ministry and in my heart. :)
Please pray for me to finish the race well (2 Timothy 4:7) and to keep my eyes and my faith fixed on Jesus as outreach starts to come to a close.

Thanks so much for your encouragement and your prayers! Looking forward to hearing from you. :)


(Welcome to outreach in Cambodia, “elephant pants” and Mekong River and all. :) )

Outreach Week Four: Khmer New Year, Kids, and Clinics

What a week! Full of clinics and village kids and cleaning and finding out new ways to love people and traditional Khmer dancing and saying goodbye to the sweetest puppies and the sweetest people in Siem Reap as we finished up our week there and planned the remainder of our outreach in Phnom Penh.

This week some of the highlights included seeing traditional Khmer dancing and music at the Angkor National Museum, as part of the Khmer New Year celebrations, put on by the young ladies and young men at a local orphanage. I met my new friend, Neat (in yellow below) at a local cafe and she and I and Dani (one of my teammates) became fast friends as we got to know each other! I’ll sure miss her and her sweet smile!


  Another highlight was getting to attend an Easter service at a local church! Easter is not a holiday nationally celebrated in Cambodia, so it was so strange (for the first time in my life) not to see Easter bunnies in the stores or dye eggs before Easter Sunday or hear anything about the Easter story other than within our own team. So going to church and hearing a message in English (no translation!) and singing songs I actually knew just made my heart swell. Thank you, Jesus, for your sacrifice for us and for your resurrection – You are Lord, no matter where we are! So good.

(Easter service with a Scottish pastor… sitting next to people from Cambodia, France, Germany, Austria, New Zealand, the Philippines, Africa, America, and many other countries. Truly a multicultural experience! 


(myself, Priscille from France, Dani from Germany, and Rosie from Austria all dressed up for Easter Service! Love these ladies!)

I also tried something new at a clinic this week, becoming a pharmacist in training! We try to rotate roles in our clinics so this was my day to take care of the pharmacy along with Casey. It’s not all that high tech… or pretty… but it is the best pharmacy we’ve got and we love it. :)


(Pharmacy station while Charm, our team doctor, sees patients in the background with our friend Nary translating)

This week we are back in Phnom Penh, where we will be until the end of outreach in just one month. Time is flying, but we’re glad to be here!
Here is our latest update from our team (Outreach Update Week 4) . I’m hoping to post another blog this week about how missionary life and I are getting along… so stay tuned for that :)

Hope to hear from you soon!

Outreach Week Two: Beginnings in Siem Reap

What a week it has been!
But time flies when you’re having fun.

From travelling 9 hours on a bus to navigating the wonderful world of tuk tuks (a Cambodian taxi, basically a motorbike with a two-wheeled trailer) to putting my nursing skills to work with our first three clinics, it’s been a tiring but incredible week.

(One of my first, and most elderly, patients. The average age in Cambodia is somewhere around 29, so seeing elderly people is a rarity and such a blessing!)

I’ve quickly discovered that the more I pour out on Cambodian people, the more blessed I feel in return. Like taking a couple minutes to chat, laugh with, and pray for some elderly ladies at our first clinic, or teaching my translator new English words as he teaches me new Khmer words, or meeting some sweet girls who work at a local coffee shop, or giggling with little kids who are getting lice shampooed out of their hair, I have had so many moments this week where I felt so incredibly blessed.

(These little cuties had the BIGGEST smiles when I shampooed their hair. So adorable! Just made my heart swell.)

It’s good to be here, but not without it’s challenges. The heat plus a really busy schedule has left most of us exhausted, so with a couple days off this coming week we’re looking forward to getting some good rest!

I’m really thankful for the team I’m with, and for the opportunities we’ve had so far and the beautiful people we have met. Just two weeks into our outreach and it’s already been unforgettable, so I can’t wait to see what the rest is like. ;)


(One of the pharmacies we shopped at while in Phnom Penh. Seriously, most pharmacies here are like this, and it’s the perfect picture of the health care situation in Cambodia. Packed to the brim with medications of every imaginable type, that anyone can walk in an purchase without a prescription (even things like diazepam, digoxin, amlodipine… sort of sketchy) and based on a “pharmacist’s” recommendation (I’m pretty sure the guy who slept on a hammock in the middle of his “pharmacy”  wasn’t a pharmacist…) the patient will take pretty much any medication to try to feel better. Oh my. But such an experience to shop at!)

Our team’s weekly update can be found here (Outreach Update Week 2).
I would love to hear from you!
Otherwise, ’til next week, keep cool! And if it’s too cool where you are… I wholeheartedly would LOVE to send you some Cambodian heat. ;)
Love, Jenn

Week Twelve: Ready for Liftoff

Houston, we have cleared the “lecture phase” preparation and are now headed for the launch pad.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to what YWAMers love to call “transition week.”

Transition week is a magical time where leadership ever so slowly and gently encourages YWAMers to look back on their lecture phase experience, take a long time to process and consider what they have learned, perhaps take a few days off to relax and recuperate and regain from energy after a grueling lecture phase, and then begin to pack a few things in preparation for outreach, which is completely scheduled and perfectly prepared for.

Just kidding.

Transition week goes something a little more like this:

Evaluations, commissioning (Did I mention Loren and Darlene Cunningham personally prayed for and sent out all the outreach groups on base? So cool!), gifts, packing, meetings, phone calls, cleaning, photocopying, shopping, planning, more packing, e-mails, Skype calls, more meetings, hunting down lost items, writing notes, work duty, and maybe even a little sleep in there.


Dani and I with “Mr. YWAM” himself, Loren Cunningham, earlier this week. He and his wife, Darlene, were founders of the organization more than 50 years ago, and both still plays an active role. Such inspiring and wonderful people!

It’s been busy.

Honestly, I usually like busy.

But since Saturday, this has been a four-day week of a never-ending “to-do” list, and it’s only finally reaching completion.

Our weekend set the tone for the next few days, with our last two days of work duty in the kitchen!


Serving up muffins to a hungry crowd early Saturday morning.

Us Medical DTS’ers worked with Heartbridge Performing Arts DTS members, and they were such awesome teammates and crew members! We learned so much from them and were so blessed to get to know them!

Heartbridge had an even busier week than we did, with a full theatrical performance on Monday evening before they head out for outreach to New Zealand and Korea on Thursday! Their performance was fantastic!! So much talent and heart in this group.
If you happen to be in one of those nations in the next few months, check them out! :)


Our work duty crew, minus one who happened to be feeling ill. LOVE these fine people!

I also got the chance to celebrate the end of lecture phase with my beautiful roommates!
All 8 of us have lived in a space about 35 feet by 15 feet for the past three months. And when you’re that cozy in quarters, you start to really get to know each other.
Knowing each other’s likes and dislikes, each other’s silly habits and sleeping patterns and snack preferences.
You also get to know what annoys them, and what about them annoys you, and sometimes it ends in disaster.

But I was incredibly blessed to live with 7 women who have been full of grace, slow to anger, and abounding in love.

They have been my sounding board when I need to vent, my prayer warriors when I need help, my professional huggers when I just want to cry, and my co-conspirators in laughter.

I love them so much, and am so thrilled that I get to be on outreach with three of them!


Roommate finale dinner at Huggo’s On The Rocks, a little restaurant with an ocean view. 


My girl Jenny and I celebrating with a Pina Colada (yes, Mom, it’s non-alcoholic), sand between our toes, and ocean breeze in our hair.

Today I also said goodbye to a wonderful woman who has become not only a mentor but also a dear friend.
Ruth-Ann was my “one on one,” a staff member who became my sort-of mentor during lecture phase, encouraging me and challenging me when I needed it. We laughed, we cried, we discussed deep things, and we baked a lot of cookies.
I’ll miss her conversations, her wisdom, and her heart a lot, but I’m so glad she’s praying for us as we head out!


Ruth Ann and I just outside our classroom, next to the preschool on campus.

And now that goodbyes have been said and my Osprey pack lays waiting for me, all packed and tightened up and ready to travel, it’s time.

My team leaves tomorrow, and there’s still so much left to do.

But then I remember… WE LEAVE TOMORROW!!

And then I start to get excited.

Cambodia, here we come!

Tomorrow after some final packing, cleaning, and turning in our keys, we’ll hop in the YWAM vans and head for the airport to catch a red-eye flight and a couple connections to Phnom Penh.
We’re expecting to arrive local time Friday morning, and from there we’ll meet YWAM contacts in the area, and get oriented to the culture and the nation. After a few days of museums and tours and picking up a few things, we’ll head to the northeastern city of Ratanakiri, where we’ll meet up with some locals and begin our work.

During our time in Ratanakiri, surrounding villages, and then back to the city of Phnom Penh and surrounding area, we expect to be doing a lot of health education, children’s ministry, health clinics, community outreach, and encouraging local churches and communities of believers.

It looks like it’ll be a busy schedule, but I think our team is up for the challenge.

There’s 12 students and 1 leader, broken down into:
10 women and 3 men.
2 married couples.
1 pharmacist, 1 doctor, 5 nurses, 1 occupational therapist, 1 teacher in counseling, 1 pre-med student, 1 navy medic, 1 oilfield worker, and 1 artist.

We have a diverse and energetic team, and as we get to know each other, we’re becoming closer and closer.
I love these people, and I can’t wait to see us all in action together, and how God works in us and through us in Cambodia!

We hope to be sending home weekly updates to keep you all posted on the happenings, but in the meantime and as we travel, we would love to have your support in encouragement and in prayer.

Some things we would love to have you join in praying for include:

1. Safe travels. With 13 adults, passports from 6 different nations, 14 different bags, 3 connections, 17 time zones, and over 18 hours of travelling, we will be one tired bunch. Please pray for our travels to be safe and for us to get adequate rest, and that we make all of our connections on time!

2. Prepared hearts. Please pray that we would have energy and enthusiasm for the trip, for compassion and love for the people of Cambodia, for peace and joy as we are faced with many obstacles and potential discomforts. Pray that we open our hearts to where and who God is leading us to, and that we would have willing hearts for what is to come.

3. Team unity. We want to be a team who loves God and loves each other first and foremost. It’ll be a tough couple of months, so pray with us that we would face challenges with positive, forgiving, humble attitudes, that our team might become stronger and stronger as time goes on.

4. Logistics and Communication. Cambodia is quite notorious for having communication problems, and knowing how difficult it’s been to plan our outreach, when we’re there it might be tough to schedule and communicate as well. Please pray for schedules to fall into place, for the right contacts to be made, and communication to be clear and effective. Communication is a great prayer point within our team as well, as we have 4 different languages floating around at any given time, with or without translation. Unfortunately, none of those are Khmer, but slowly and surely we’re learning that too. We love multiculturalism :)

5. Cambodia. Please continue to pray for this nation and the beautiful people who live there. Pray with us that their hearts would be softened by the Lord, their broken hearts would be comforted, their wounds would heal, their mourning turned to gladness.
Isaiah 61 is a passage we’ve felt pressed on our hearts for Cambodia, especially the first 3 verses:

The Spirit of the Lord God is upon me,
Because the Lord has anointed me
To bring good news to the afflicted;
He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted,
To proclaim liberty to captives
And freedom to prisoners;
To proclaim the favorable year of the Lord
And the day of vengeance of our God;
To comfort all who mourn,
 To grant those who mourn in Zion,
Giving them a garland instead of ashes,
The oil of gladness instead of mourning,
The mantle of praise instead of a spirit of fainting.
So they will be called oaks of righteousness,
The planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified.

We want to bring joy and love, and be the hands and feet of Jesus in Cambodia.

We definitely cannot do it alone, and I’m so thankful God is with us, going before us and after us, hemming us in on all sides.
For if we are on the Lord’s side, we cannot fail.


Also, Internet will be sketchy in Cambodia. If I don’t post, it’s not that I don’t love you… It’s just that I’m probably hugging a Cambodian child or checking an older lady’s blood pressure. I’d love to read your note a little later, though! Promise I’ll check my email ( now and again to see if you’ve written me. ;)

Love you all! Thank you for supporting me on this crazy amazing adventure. Your support and encouragement (yes, YOURS!) means so much to me.
Signing off with Aloha from Hawaii for the last time,

See you on the other side. ;)

Week Eleven: Just Breathe

Yeesh, things are starting to get busy around here.

Week eleven, the last week of our lecture phase and beginning of some more serious outreach preparation, was fast and furious.

And as we hopped from lecture to meetings to shopping for outreach supplies to work duty to sleeping to beginning to pack and clean… I was left with a few questions:

1. How in the world did we manage to accumulate SO MUCH STUFF in just three short months?
2. Where in the world are we going to put it all?
3. When are we going to have time for all the stuff we want to do, anyway?

And the answer to all those questions is…
“Who knows.”

Because really, I don’t.

But anyway.
Amidst all the craziness and busyness of the week, some really, really wonderful moments happened.

Exhibit A:

That’s right, folks! My friend Dominic came to visit! Well, not quite. He was sort of in “gummy skeleton toy” form and had been sent in a box for a couple weeks… But what a blessing it was to receive the most lovely care package from my friend Michelle! Perfect for a movie night, complete with popcorn, candy, iced tea, and the presence of an awkward friend. SUCH a lovely idea, and I cannot wait to use it!

Exhibit B:


I’ll miss Kona’s gorgeous sunsets. They’re so fast and yet so beautiful! Definitely worth the quick fifteen minutes to watch. 

Exhibit C:


This cute little guy joined me during one of my homework sprees! Even with all the busyness, I still had some time to take a photo or two before he dashed away. :)

And there was a lot of homework! And especially a lot of personal journaling, as this week marked the last lecture week of our DTS’ lecture phase.
It’s crazy how time has flown! Seems like just a few short days ago that I sat in our first class, wondering what all this would be like.
And now… it’s over, as fast as it began.

But, lucky for us outreach’ers, the fun isn’t all over yet! Two more months of outreach are coming up fast.
(More on that in my “week twelve” post, so stay tuned! :) )

Our speakers this week were Don and Donna Tredway, from the good ol’ state of Oklahoma, sharing with us their personal stories and about their ministry, “Resurrection Ministries,” working in healing and deliverance, as well as about their professional lives, as they’re a physician and a nurse respectively.

Along with many other things, one of the themes I learned about this week was the faithful love of God.

It’s interesting how God met me in ways I exactly needed this week.

When I had a lot of doubts and fears coming up about the future, specifically outreach and then what’s to happen after that, God ever so patiently led me back to several things.

First, He reminded me that He is GOOD.
He is good, and do you know what phrase often follows that description of God in the bible?
“And his faithful love endures forever.”
(Check out Psalm 136 for some good examples)

Hmm. What does that mean, anyway?
Well, God showed me this week that “faithful love” means keeping promises.
It means that I can trust God to keep his promises, to be faithful, not because of anything I’ve done, not because of who He sometimes is, but who He ALWAYS is.
He is love. He is faithfulness.
And those things manifested together, as they often are, are such a good thing.

God also showed me that not only is His love faithful, but His love is personal.

A HUGE theme in this DTS for me has been intimacy with God; growing in relationship with Him and discovering what that looks like, in big things and in little things.

And this week He poured out His love on me in big ways and in little ways, reinforcing to me that He loves ME.
He doesn’t just love “the world” as I sometimes generalize (although He DOES love the world, hence John 3:16), but that He also loves “Jenn,” personally, deeply, and extravagantly.

Such soul food for a hungry heart.


I’d like to remind you, fearless reader, of this photo for a couple of reasons.

One is that, if you live in Canada and it’s STILL snowing, remember that there is hope on the horizon for the snow to fade and summertime to be here again!
And the other… is that this week I was reminded of hiking.

I love to hike the mountains, and last summer on our multiple trips out to Tumbler Ridge I fell in love with the alpine all over again.
And the thing about mountains is that you have to climb up them, and down them, and sometimes the way is tough.

As you hike, it’s important to find yourself a good path – a good place to put your feet so that you don’t fall, or kick rocks onto the people climbing below you, or manage to soak your hikers and your socks all the way through with glacier water, so that your steps sound more like “squish, squish” for the rest of the day.
True story.
But, I digress.

Paths are important. You need good eyes to see the path, but you also need a good guide to help you figure out which way to go.

God is such a good guide, and He gives us good eyes to see the path, if only we ask.
And as we follow the path, He continues to lay it out before us, one faithful step at a time.
And I need to remind myself to just breathe.
I won’t get to see the whole path right now, so I just need to trust the Guide more than I trust my own, very human and very untrustworthy, eyes.

Because even if the path is sometimes confusing, or seems impossible, or is just downright scary… I can trust the Guide, who sees right to the end of the path, and knows what is best and what is good.

God’s way is perfect.
    All the Lord’s promises prove true.
    He is a shield for all who look to him for protection.
For who is God except the Lord?
    Who but our God is a solid rock?
God arms me with strength,
    and he makes my way perfect.
He makes me as surefooted as a deer,
    enabling me to stand on mountain heights.
He trains my hands for battle;
    he strengthens my arm to draw a bronze bow.
You have given me your shield of victory.
    Your right hand supports me;
    your help has made me great.
You have made a wide path for my feet

    to keep them from slipping.
(Psalm 18:30-36)

I can’t wait to see how He shows Himself faithful as I follow Him.
Especially in these next few weeks, on outreach on a whole new continent, and then beyond as He continues to show me where to put my feet on the path, both literally and proverbially.

Thank you, Lord. You are good, and your faithful love endures forever.

Week Ten: Winding Up… Or Winding Down?

Days since coming to Kona: 76
Days before outreach begins: 7
Days before I return to Canada: 83

Right about now, I feel like I’m in a strange sort of limbo.

Not quite done lecture phase, not quite fully prepared for outreach.
Not quite fully comprehending what all I learned over the last ten weeks, still learning this week, and yet not quite sure how it’s all going to come together as we apply it all in Cambodia.
Not quite halfway done this DTS, but feeling like I’d really love to head home right about now, at least for a visit.

But hey. Outreach happens in one week, people. As we count down to the outreach phase and keep going strong in the lecture phase, a lot of us are feeling a bit torn, terrified, and excited!

Needless to say, it’s a bit of a strange place to be.
But still so good.


Monday morning sunrise over Hualalai Mountain, east of campus.

Last week (Week 10) was FULL. As in, full of everything it could possibly be full of and then overflowing with fullness.

Our speaker for the whole week was Dean Sherman, who has been speaking on the topics of Spiritual Warfare and Relationships for the past 40-some years. We all learned a lot from Dean. I think I can speak for most of us students when I say that many of us walked into the lecture on Monday morning expecting Dean to rant and rave about spiritual warfare all week… and were quite (pleasantly) surprised when he said the most important aspects of spiritual warfare are not “going out and yelling at demons” but one simple concept: relationships.
If God’s entire agenda is to have good relationships, the enemy’s entire agenda is to break relationships.

When it’s broken down that simply, it becomes easy to see that the enemy will attack us in areas of relationship: how we see and relate to God, how we treat and relate to each other, and how we perceive and feel about ourselves.

It was a great week of discovering how we can be victorious through Jesus’ work on the cross, how we can initiate and maintain good relationships with God and with others, and how we can do what we were created to do.

Dean also discussed the blessing that comes on unity, on humility, and relationships. One quote that has stuck with me is that “unity is simply corporate humility,” that we can choose to be humble and serve others in order to have unity in our personal relationships and especially in our outreach teams as we head out soon.


Tuesday evening sunset from one of my favourite spots on campus, a little table behind the campus cafe! A great watch to hear the surf and watch the sunset while homework gets done. ;)

Some other things that kept us busy and active this week included:

We also spent an evening watching “The Killing Fields,” a movie made in 1984 depicting the Khmer Rouge regime in Cambodia from 1975-1979 that resulted in the genocide of millions of Cambodian people, some of whose families are still living in Cambodia today.
While violent and hard to watch, the video also gave us a lot of insight into what the Cambodian people went through, and what they are now going through as a nation struggling to regain identity and independence.
We’ll be seeing some of these people a week from now, and it really hit home for us the struggles and hardship that they went through as families and as a nation.
(Note: If you’d like to pray for Cambodia with us while we’re there, this is a great prayer point to consider. The people there are struggling to find their identity as they lost so many loved family members and educated people, pained by the atrocities that happened in their nation, and still hurting from what their nation went through and from a relative lack of interest from the rest of the world. More prayer points to follow in my next blog posts, but this could get you started. ;) )

We also spent some time planning more in-depth for our outreach and getting to know the others on our team a little better, and man, we are starting to get excited! We’ll be facing a lot of challenges while there, but the hope of meeting some beautiful Cambodian people and letting our and their lives be changed by the Lord as a result is really exciting stuff. :) Plus, we’ll get to share our skills and gifts with people in big cities and tiny villages both, and I’m excited to see what all will happen with two whole months in Cambodia!


(My beautiful outreach team! L to R (use your imagination, haha): Charm, W, Min Jeong, Alex, Bless, Max, Casey, Priscille, Me, Eleanor (team leader), Jenny, Dani, Eanja)

I also was B-L-E-S-S-E-D on Thursday when I discovered not none, not one, but TWO packages waiting for me at the post office! The first was some medical equipment (clearly I’m a nerd when finding blood pressure cuffs and pulse oximeters in the mailbox excites me), and the second was a package full of LOVE from home! Some of the girls got together and showered me with gifts and love letters and a journal and some photos and even a hand-crocheted snowflake. My heart was so glowy after receiving that!


A happy, happy me and the aforementioned love package. Seriously one of the best parts of my week.

I also got to meet up with a friend of mine from BC who is here on vacation for a bit, and what little time we had was filled with good talks, some good eats, and of course a dance party and some ocean. :)

After a heavy week of theory and busy-ness preparing for outreach, the weekend definitely felt like more of a tourist-y one than usual!

Saturday began with an early morning acai-banana-strawberry-granola bowl at a local eatery, snorkeling in the ocean over some gorgeous corals and some friendly fish, eating nachos on the roadside while watching some surfers hit the waves, and then off to the pier to catch a boat to head out on a whale-watching tour!

Dani, Jenny, and I had postponed this trip twice already because of rain and poor weather, so we were dying to get out on the water and see some whales! And whales we did see. Along with some friendly dolphins, a naturalist with a long ponytail giving commentary on the whole tour, and a whole lot of sunshine and open ocean. It was glorious to be out on the water! Definitely felt like we were in Hawaii… after only three months of being here. ;)


(A couple “little” whales who were pretty much the least shy of the whales we saw that day!)


Loving the sunshine out on the open water :)

After our whale-watching adventure, we ran back to our room, showered off all the ocean salt and sweat, and prettied ourselves up for a little thing called Love Feast! Love feasts here are basically celebrations with a whole lot of delicious food, good-looking people, tons of laughter, and enough love to make your heart overflow.

Our love feast was fantastic, with hilarious skits, beautiful music, enough photos to make us a little nostalgic, testimonies and speeches, and so much blessing!


Most of our Medical DTS ladies! Please remember  this photo when you see pictures of us girls on outreach… we really can look good if we try. ;)  Love them so much!

After all that excitement, Sunday was definitely a day of rest… of sleeping in until a solid 7:15 am, going for a walk, enjoying some introvert time, going to church in a renovated movie theater, finding some good music, skyping some fantastic parents, and then off to bed to begin another good week.

So there you have it! Week 10 in not so much of a nutshell. ;)

Just so y’all know, while on outreach I’ll be pretty much off of the internet (goodbye, Facebook…) but will be sending out weekly updates, which hopefully will be by blog post method. Soo…. if you want to keep up on the happenings in Cambodia, click “Follow” on the bottom left there to follow my blog! That way, every time I publish a post, you’ll receive it straight to your email inbox :)

Hope to hear from you soon!


Kona sunsets… SO beautiful. I think I’ll miss this.