I’m losing steam. And I’m humbled.

Today was a holiday here in Cambodia. Street life was muted, John tells me. The situation’s easing me in.

We’re staying in a room above Coffee Korner, adjacent to the Russian Market. With a jetlagged lack of sync with the local time, we got an early start. Now I’m fading fast, and it’s only just past 8pm here.

I’m not likely to pick up any steam tomorrow. We’re taking the kids from Prek Eng 1, 2, 3, and 4 to the beach early tomorrow. For almost all of them, it will be their first time at the beach. They are very excited, judging by our visits this afternoon. Very, very excited.

My initial thoughts, reflections, reactions to Phnom Penh, the orphans, and all that I learned at the Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum will have to wait.

I’m humbled to be a part of an investment in these kids. Tonight, I can only hope to echo the prayers of the kids at Prek Eng 2 who are praying for complete healing for my friend, Joe. Of all the things they could concern themselves with, they are directing their thoughts and prayers to the healing of a man whom they have never met. He lives half a world away.