If you know me, then you know that I am a pretty black and white person. I like to stay within the lines. I know the handbook and always try to follow the rules.
But, this month is all about breaking the rules.
Growing up we were always told “Don’t talk to strangers.”
Yet, here I am combing the beach trying to engage in conversation with strangers.
I say “hi” to every passerby hoping that they pause for a moment to practice their English with me.
All for the sake for the Gospel—which is illegal to share here in Vietnam.
Because God loves the people of Vietnam just as much as He loves me.
He loves the eighteen-year-old girl who took a break from her morning workout to chat with me about her favorite song and her desire to improve her English.
He loves the University students we play cards with in the afternoon so they can practice their English.
He loves the lady who put her hands on my face as she came off the escalator at the grocery store on Tuesday afternoon.
He loves the people that work at the convenience store and the coffee shops we frequent each day.
He loves the woman at the coffee shop who asked to sit with me so she could practice her English.
He loves the woman who works at the food stand where we buy our dinner most nights.
He loves the nine-year-old boy at the noodle shop who chatted with us about his YouTube channel as we ate lunch this afternoon.
He loves the receptionist at the airbnb where we stayed on our night off who hopes to study at a German university.
He loves the Grab drivers we meet each day.
And, they are worth breaking the rules for.
