Song of Solomon 8:7 Many waters cannot quench love; rivers cannot wash it away. If one were to give all the wealth in his house for love, it would be utterly scorned.
I have been thinking a lot lately about how much God loves the Cambodian people. I know that His love for them was part of my motivation and passion for coming, what spurred me to leave my comfort zone and my family. Many of the people here don’t know this love and need someone to show it and tell it to them. But do I understand the mighty overflowing-the-banks-of-the-river, the crushing-weight-of-a-waterfall kind of love that God has? When I drive by a brothel or see a child at an intersection cleaning car windshields, or laugh at the insane traffic and see the toothy grin of a tuk-tuk driver, do I know God’s love? I’m not sure I can even comprehend it, much less show it. This love that sent Jesus to the cross, that showed mercy to the demon-possessed man and the woman that just needed a touch of a cloak to be healed. This love that allowed an introverted, weak and sinful girl from the Midwest who is in no way qualified for this line of work to fly halfway around the world and understand daily grace. Any sort of love I can show others is like a drop in the bucket compared to the ocean of God’s love. But I want to grasp it somehow. I want to know the love God has for the Cambodian people and the Muong of Vietnam and Paluang of Myanmar until my heart can’t contain it any more and I understand more of God and more of myself and more of this crazy world to which He has called me.