Life in Vietnam has been amazing. It quickly made it to the top of my list as one of my favorite countries. I feel so honored that the Lord choose and called us to this country. We got to experience so many different ministries this month. Because of it and the crazy travel between each I feel like I have yet to catch my breath. I am beginning to realize that truly catching my breath will come after the race. For now I am truly grateful for the long bus rides and the things the Lord fills my time with. There was never a dull moment in this country.
Like I said, our ministry went across the board. It went a little something like this: working with the deaf community, the blind, several orphanages, teaching English, prayer walks (especially around the temples), lots of intercession, youth group bible studies, the underground church, persecuted Christians, house bible studies, and working with the addicts.
So many stories from each ministry. Where do I even began? All of them changed me in some way. Working with the deaf community was one of my favorite ministries I have ever been apart of. When you walk into their home you immediately feel the presence of the Lord hit you. This deaf community whom were all Christians held a bible study three nights a week. We were honored enough to attend two of their studies. With each one we learned more and more about their stories. Everyone in that room had two things in common. For one they were all deaf and secondly they had all been abandoned by their families because of their faith. Each person told of how they would get beat over and over for accepting Jesus into their hearts. When their family realized they could not beat Jesus out of them they kicked them to the streets. As they shared their story every person shared the beating and tears throughout it all strengthened their faith. In every trail they would cling to Jesus and their faith would arise.
If we truly would cling to Jesus when trial swept in, how would our lives look? We would have an unshakable faith. One that could not be moved by any wave of fear or pain. The Lord would truly become our best friend. He would be the one we would run to and confide in. We wouldn’t run to man to gain approval or comfort. Instead we would run to our Father God, climb into His lap and rest there.
