This month we were partnered with a pastor in Ho Chi Minh City. He arranged for us to teach and stay at a private Vietnamese American school. Also every Wednesday we would help pack meals for kids and their parents in the hospital. After the meals were packed they would take them into the hospital and share Christs love. Unfortunately, foreigners were not allowed into the hospital. Despite this, I always loved those Wednesdays because everyone we were working with was Christian and we could be open. It felt like conventional ministry.
Every other day my team would split up and go teach at different schools. Most of them taught at the private school while my teammate Reyna and I went to several different public schools to conduct their final oral exams. I never saw each kid more than twice and struggled building relationships with the language barrier. It was a real struggle seeing God’s hand in my work. I went the whole month wondering what my purpose was here. How a five-minute-long English test could have lasting impact. I began to forget that it’s God’s work that counts not mine. By the end of the month, when my doubts had begun to take over, God reminded me that he was still at work. The director and the teacher we were working with told us how much they appreciated what we were doing not just in Vietnam but for our whole trip. That they really admired our dedication and faith and they felt our impact. That was God telling me this was not in vain.
