This month we're living in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.
Most days we work for 2 hours, some days maybe 5.
And when we do work, we just talk to people and listen and silently beg someone will ask us about our spiritual lives because here in Vietnam that's the only way we have to tell people about our Father.
It's funny how different things are here from last month, how restricted we are and how careful we have to be. Last month, we were open and got to talk about our Father everyday, multiple times a day. But something was missing last month… Even though I was talking about Him, I wasn't talking to Him.
Here in Vietnam though, I've had to dig deeper and start forming that solid relationship with Him. Talking to Him is sometimes all we've got. It's what we depend on to meet people, it's how we decide what we can say and what we can't, and what has kept me going this month-– knowing that He's listening and that He is pouring out so much love on this country everyday.
Even though talking to Him is sometimes the only thing I've got, I've also realized that it's really the only thing I need. That instead of it becoming a last resort, it should be my first option. That it’s not something I do when all else fails but that it's something I do before it begins.
It's funny how those 2 hours of work a day can bring about such big lessons.
