The weather's been real cool today, which is really great. Apparently the rainy season has ended and the cool season has started and will last until January/February. This should be my favourite season in Cambodia. Not too hot, not too cold. Just nice.
I skipped breakfast at the coffee shop this morning, as well as Khmer church, because I was feeling tired. Decided to take a nap after QT. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea, since I don't think I got much sleep. Keep having dreams these days, which is not really a good sign. We studied Matthew 27:45-61 at English church today and verse 46 caught my attention, "My God, My God, why have you forsaken me?" I don't think I can imagine how it was like for Jesus then. It must had been more than painful for Him to be separated from God. Even if it was for a short time, I imagine it must had felt like eternity. I think about how I feel when I feel forsaken, His was probably 100 times worse. Somehow, it's comforting to know that my Lord has gone through the same feeling of being abandoned and loneliness, because that means He knows exactly how I feel and what I need.
Recently I've discovered a bit more about myself. I was disappointed and couldn't understand why I keep fighting the same battle, same issue over and over again. But I realised it's normal. I have to be on alert always but also not to be too hard on myself. It's all about balance, I guess. But there are some new issues emerging which I should start thinking about, something which I'm not very good with. I'm way too lazy for my own good.
Anyway, back to the reason why I wanted to post something. Today, as we were coming back from town, the traffic seemed more chaotic than usual, especially at the circle and all the way to and after the bridge. Shortly after crossing the bridge, as the traffic came to a halt, suddenly we were hit from behind with a loud bang. This poor blue van, which hasn't been in a good shape to begin with, was hit by a guy driving this small little motorbike (which is called Charlie, apparently. May not be the right spelling, but that's how it's pronounced). I guess we were kind of stunned for a few seconds. I turned back and watched the guy, pausing for a few moments to pick up his light that has fallen off and checked his bike, and not once did he even look at the vehicle he ran into, and took off as we were still processing the whole incident, like nothing has happened. We continued on too, thinking (or hoping) that nothing was wrong, but soon, we heard the creaky sound. Obviously, the van suffered some damage. John and Mickey got down to examine the damage and from the look of their face, it didn't look good. I guess if you think about how much smaller the motorbike was, the damage is considered pretty bad...
At least there was no blood. That's one thing to thank for. That I'm well and alive and still kicking.
