Pray for Lyna, the director of the organization. She operates the organization out of a home in Phnom Penh. Recently, her neighbors have complained about the children making too much noise as they recite their lessons in the evening, and the neighborhood leader has threatened to have them evicted if he receives further complaints. She’s under strain in that regard, dealing with staffing issues, and trying to see to the administrative details with a persnickety computer. Kim, my roommate, has been able to take part of Lyna’s load. Kim is developing a child protection plan for the organization as part of her internship responsibilities. Praise God for that, and please pray that Kim will have wisdom as she crafts this policy that will guide this group in the way they minister to the children with whom God has entrusted them.
On Tuesday, I visited a Vietnamese organization that ministers to children who are at risk of being trafficked. 80% of these kids older siblings have been trafficked, and in the past year since this organization opened, 4 of the kids who participated were sold. It’s crazy.The kids are mostly Vietnamese immigrants to Cambodia. The Cambodians really despise the Vietnamese because of historic land disputes. Add to that the poverty in their families, their lack of education (many Vietnamese immigrant kids never attend school), abusive family situations, the plague of trafficking here in Cambodia, and their Vietnamese cultural perception that getting a good price from a trafficker would honor their family- many of these kids don’t seem to have much hope for a good future. But, this organization is helping educate these children. They also provide weekly boarding for some of the children- many of whom come from abusive families.I enjoyed playing with the kids for a couple of hours on Tuesday. I made a total fool of myself playing one of their games. Please note that I am fairly gangly and uncoordinated – to the extent that my nickname in a former life was “Calamity Jane.” Well, this game was basically the same as playing tag, but the person who was “it” had to jump on one foot. The children were imitating me and laughing hysterically as I flopped about like an epileptic chicken. I was desperate to tag someone else “it” to end the humiliation! Anything to make the kids laugh. 🙂
Photo Credit to Kim Hunt