I sat humbled.
As I watched the pictures flash across the screens, I recognized my home, my city. They talked about realities in Cambodia. There was footage of scenes that I see daily. There were streets pictured that I drive down regularly. This is where I live. This is where I work. These are the people that I love.
And, I am humbled. Every. Single. Day.
I am humbled that God allows me the privilege to be a part of the work that He is doing in this nation and in this world. I am humbled that He trusts me with His message of hope, love, and freedom.
I don't deserve it. I don't understand it. I haven't earned it. But, I suppose salvation is just like that, too. I don't deserve it. I don't understand it. I haven't earned it.
But, it's mine...