Kampot Girl

It was by the side of the road on the outskirts of Kampot City – a major tourist place in the south of Cambodia, built at the bottom of Bokor Mountain – that we caught sight of the smudge faced little girl, picking through the days rubbish, searching for something to eat. And she rummaged through the rubbish, she caught sight of us looking at her and she stopped and gazed on us. We tried to raise a smile, but the sight before us was over whelming to say the least. She kept staring at us.

The dress she was wearing was filthy and far to big for her. Through one of the girls (herself an orphan) that was now part of our team and our translator, we spoke out to her. 

“What do you want to be when you are older?” seemed like and obvious question to ask….!

The poor we girl froze and kept looking at us. I guess I must have asked a few, which now seem like stupid questions, and at the same time feeling an overwhelming sadness.  This sight is all to common on our trips. Out thoughts were turning to where she would end up, and the most likely place, according to our team leader, Kimeng , was she would be sold into slavery.

As we turned, we heard her speak, “I cant be anything”, she said….

Let me ask you, as you read this story, what happened in your heart, Did the wee girl connect with you, as she did with me?

Maybe you want to join me in yelling across the globe, “You are a masterpiece, You are Unique, You are a priceless original & you are everything to us and to God”

I share the belief along with the people we work with in Kenya, Cambodia & Laos that all are made in the image and likeness of God, made for a beautiful and vibrant life.

If you felt as I did, then we have something in common. I long to do something to make a difference in the life of our Kampot girl and in the lives of those around her.

Will you join me?

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