It was time for a field trip.  Sigh…it is so hard to find places that we can take the children for field trips.  It just isn’t the same here as it is in other countries.  Where is a good ole dairy when you need one?  Or an apple orchard?  A newspaper?

We have taken the children on a river boat ride to a silk weaving village, the Royal Palace, and we have done the zoo (or at least the closest thing we can call a zoo) TWICE.  We have enjoyed Apsara Arts for traditional Apsara dancing, gone  swimming, and enjoyed elephant rides at Wat Phnom.  But that just about exhausts our choices.  However,  I realized that we hadn’t done the National Museum yet.

I did the museum when I was here back in 2002 to adopt Seth and Chantal. My memories weren’t pleasant but maybe it would be better??? So we announced our plans and began the preparations.  We needed to arrange care for Bykota Littles and the Benz Littles.  We need additional transportation.  Who is it that gets car sick?  Anyone in danger of throwing up must go in the tuk tuk.  All those important details!

Once we get there, we find the usual disparity of fees.  Foreigners are $3 each…so that cost the four Benz family members $12…the other 16 visitors…all Khmer…were $2 total.  Good grief!  To get the most out of the museum, we paid for a guide in the Khmer language.  We are more concerned that the children understand the museum even if we do not.

We begin making our way through the museum and while it wasn’t dreadful, it was certainly not an experience that I will want to repeat.  Around almost every corner there was another idol of Buddha with offerings requested.  Money can be given, flowers or incense can be bought, prayers can be lifted… I wondered before we entered if this was going to be uncomfortable.  But with a single glance at our group, the idol attendants turned away.  It became apparent that the presence of the Lord was with us.

We kept looking for something, ANYTHING that wasn’t saturated in the idol worship of Hinduism or Buddhism.  Nothing was to be found.  Mark and I began to wonder the wisdom of coming here.  The tour actually got a little long for the kids also.  They did however, perk up when they came upon the swords.  The Bykota boys actively acted out mock decapitations and well, we didn’t stop them.  It was the most entertainment of the entire tour!

The highlight of the event was picture taking in the courtyard garden.  It was very, very pretty.  And Dad handed out money to buy fish food and they loved feeding the fish in the four ponds.

Today the children spent their morning (in total agony) as they worked on short reports of “My Field Trip to the National Museum.” The children would have enjoyed a vaccination clinic more than this painful process.

But HOT DOG…this is when we hit the jackpot!  Child after child commented either by mouth or in their essay how disturbing, how sad, how wrong it is that everything in their country is so against the ways of the Lord.  This wasn’t mentioned by us at all!  This was revelation from the Holy Spirit to the children themselves.  My heart is simply too small and inadequate to hold the JOY that floods me when I reflect on this.

These 17 children are gonna rock this world  These 17 children are going to be history makers in this land and where ever else the Lord sees fit to lead them!

What God has done here in Cambodia with High Tower Ministries is so beyond our wildest dreams or imaginations.  It is so totally by His hand and through His grace.  What an awesome God!  He reigns!

Breathing in, breathing out,

Rhonda