We washed the hair of several sweet children in a nearby village last Sunday.
After we washed their hair, we combed and braided the girls’ hair.
My girls had a ton of fun, and the Cambodian girls loved their new hairstyles and new friends.
Nestled in the foothills of the beautiful Elephant Mountains about 15 miles outside Sihanoukville, Cambodia, is a village full of children who know little about God, who get to go to a real school – sometimes, and who smile when they see strangers walking up the winding dirt path to a makeshift meeting place, which is actually four heavy tree limbs covered by a piece of tin and set in the middle of a jungle in hard dirt and lots of ants.
The new roof on top of the tree limbs is an improvement from last week, when the children attended Bible study and an English lesson between the tree limbs sitting directly under the hot Cambodian sun. Improvements in this small village might be small and slow to take place, but they are happening on a steady basis, thanks to a young man with a big heart named Toren.
Toren lives in an average home in Sihanoukville on the southern coast of Cambodia. He doesn’t come from anywhere special. He hasn’t had an easy life growing up, but he has survived life in Cambodia – something most of us may not have been able to handle. He doesn’t have much money, but he does what he can, and he is determined to change a generation.
Every Sunday he takes whatever volunteers he can round up to teach the village children, love on them for a while, and wash and comb their hair.
We happened to be the blessed volunteer group last Sunday. We will go again the next two Sundays. I think of all the things we’ve done in Cambodia, I may remember these children the most.