In the 4 weeks I was there I saw multiple outbursts in the streets. Even though I could not understand a single word that was being shouted, it was obvious that alcohol was involved somehow.
We became friends with the sweet lady that made our beloved fruit smoothies. One morning 2 of my teammates went to get a smoothie and found our friend’s family violently fighting in the street. Screaming, punching, pulling, anything you can imagine. They came back to the hostel empty handed and shared the story with us. This news broke my heart, one more case of a abusive. We instantly prayed for her and the family feud. The next day I went with Sharon to get a smoothie and see if you could somehow pray with our friend. She had bruises all over her arms and scratches on her face and neck. I ordered my mango strawberry smoothie as per usual and sat on the tiny stool next to the street to drink it. I prayed for as long as possible and finally mustered up the courage to ask her what happened. She made fighting motions with her fists and in her broken english said “no worry, no worry me. I see you tomorrow”
Her strength was inspiring and heart breaking at the same time. I had to trust in the supernatural power of prayer and hope that somehow we could bless her before we left.
I visited that smoothie stand almost everyday. I was always polite and grateful, but the relationship never went past fruit. I hope that the light in me had some positive affect on my friend Houng, and that she knows she is worth dying for.
I left Ho Chi Minh City with a deeper desire to reach unreached people. I realize that starts with me and how much my desire fuels my actions. I intend to not waste any more time wondering and start tangibly loving on the people God puts before me. As well as trusting in God’s unfailing love to move in ways that I cannot. He is made stronger in my weakness (2 Corinthians 12:9) and He is about to start seriously flexing his muscles!
Yours Truly,
Kristen
