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Mission Field as a single missionary (Teaching English in Kratie Province 2007) Whenever I encounter Hebrews 12:1, my heart goes back to papa Rolly . Not because it is a famous verse or something I memorized for the mission training, but because his life quietly lived this verse long before I understood it. When I read about running the race with perseverance, about witnesses who have gone before us, I see him clearly. I see his choices, his obedience, his steady faith, and his simple love for God and people. Papa retired early the moment I graduated from college. At a season when many would choose rest, comfort, or personal plans, he chose obedience. He decided to move with mama to her province and plant a small house church there. His heart was clear. He wanted mama’s relatives to know Christ. He wanted the gospel to reach our own family. It was not an easy decision. Leaving familiarity never is. Starting something new with no promise of comfort or success takes courage. But papa obe...

It's Olympic season! If you have been watching the news lately, there have been lots of buzz about the opening of the Olympic in Paris. But I won't be dwelling much on the not so good news.  As Christ believers, we should act kinder and gentler on some pressing issues. Hope we should become more of a peacemaker rather than be a condemner. I think this is the best time to show or express God's love rather than hate (just saying). My faith is only anchored in Christ Jesus, and I am called to share that L-O-V-E without reservation.  This is my faith journey to run the race with perseverance while standing on His TRUTHS. To run the race with perseverance as mentioned in Hebrews 12:1, one should focus on keeping faith in God, staying steadfast in the face of challenges, and drawing strength from the examples of those who have gone before us.  It involves enduring difficulties with patience and determination, trusting in God's guidance and promises, and staying resolute in th...

Years ago, during the height of the Covid pandemic, we made a long trip that I will never forget. My mother in law insisted that we visit Vandy’s relatives in Mondulkiri . She was worried. She said we did not know what would happen next. What if sickness spread more. What if she would never see them again. As a mother and grandmother, her heart was heavy. Mondulkiri is at least eight hours away from Phnom Penh. It was a long drive from Vandy’s hometown. Roads stretched far. Mountains rolled in the distance. But we went. We went to honor Mayey , which means grandma in Khmer. We went because love sometimes looks like obedience. That trip became more than a family visit. It became a lesson about endurance. When we arrived, they welcomed us with joy. For them, it was amazing that foreigners like me and David came to their home. They were fascinated that we spoke English. It was their first time hosting someone from another country. They prepared their best for us. Wild meat dried like jerk...

Last night, during our prayer before bed, our little family of three ended up laughing more than we expected. We were supposed to pray and sleep early. But as we sat together, stories started flowing. Stories about our childhood. Stories about hardship. Stories about scars. David laughed the hardest. He could not believe how different our lives were when we were his age. He and his cousin Pich live in a generation filled with technology, comfort, and convenience. We grew up in a very different world. We told him how we never said we were bored. There was always something to do. If we did not have toys, we made our own games. We created fun out of nothing. We climbed trees. We ran barefoot. We worked. My husband shared how, as the only boy among three sisters, he had responsibilities early in life. His job was to fill five large clay jars with water for cooking and washing. He fetched water from the Mekong River in front of their house. Every day. At eight years old, he learned how to...

Dorm Ministry & PPC Updates This month has been full. Full of hope. Full of service. Full of joy. But also full of concern. I wanted to write this newsletter with only good updates. I wanted to simply share victories in ministry, growth in our dorm, and answered prayers in our small business. But life does not always come in neat and clean reports. Sometimes we serve God while carrying a burden quietly in our hearts. And I believe many of you understand that. When the Body Feels Weak but the Spirit Must Stay Strong For the past weeks, my husband Vandy has been experiencing recurring abdominal pain. It is not new. Two years ago he underwent colonoscopy and endoscopy procedures because the pain became too much to ignore. We were afraid then. We did not know what the doctors would find. By God’s grace, the results came back negative. No serious findings. We were relieved. Vandy is the healthiest person in our family. He eats carefully. He exercises daily. Since the pandemic, we have ...

As a mom, 1 Corinthians 9:24 encourages me to approach this role with dedication, perseverance, and focus on the ultimate goal. Mothers can train diligently to achieve desired outcomes, like raising children in virtue, love, and faith, or creating a nurturing home environment, finding motivation to navigate the challenges and joys of parenting with purpose and determination. God bless! The entry that I wrote on my journal the other day 👉 Running with Endurance  was still somewhat connected to this verse though it’s merely aligned in running the race with endurance, I believe today’s verse pointing it to the Prize! An endurance race ultimately means a very deep commitment to faith in Christ, endurance, and letting God's strength carry one through the hard times that might be waiting up ahead.