September 2015 was month three of the World Race for me. I had just spent the entire month in a small village in Cambodia and it was nearing time to move on to the next destination. My squad gathered together in Siem Reap for some development training and a few days of rest before we moved on, and one night my squad mate led a devotional and message for us. She handed out pieces of rice paper varying in color and had us pray and then write whatever came to mind and heart.
After about five minutes of writing, she prompted us to ball up our pieces of paper and have a fight with them. Whenever we picked up a piece of paper and felt like it was the one we needed, we were to (more…)