Here in Vietnam I have been given so many moments I consider a
privilege. We have been doing different types of service such as: visiting the
children at the school for the blind, many who also have autism, visiting the
elderly and doing jewelry making with them to raise funds for them, working
with orphanages, doing children services, leading conferences and workshops on
different topics like communication, visiting disabled homes for children,
building relationships with students by going to English talk nights for people
to come and practice English, and taking different trips to churches around
Vietnam and working alongside of them there.
There are only 6 weeks left out on the field for me and I am
determined to finish strong, giving it my all until the very last day. And one
way God has been helping me press in to every moment is by showing me what an
honor and privilege each moment is.
Each person I have the privilege to meet is a son or
daughter of the King, and it is as if God is showing him or her off to me. It
is a gift to me to be able to meet that person, hold that person’s hand, sit
with them, and talk with them.
It’s a privilege to meet men and see their Kingdom dreams
being fulfilled: like a man who bought land and is in the process of building
houses so very poor people can move in and have a place to call home. Or the
man who started a disabled children’s home and to raise support they creatively
make masterpieces out of beautiful stones and rocks.
Beautiful, precious moments happen all around me. Like a
woman who took me all through her fruit orchard and proudly showed me all her
different fruit trees and picked mangos, mandarins, and other fruits I won’t
attempt to spell and put in my bag. She was so happy and delighted to share her
prized fruit.
I don’t even know if this is making sense. But to me, I
think the world becomes so much more beautiful when you look at each moment,
each opportunity, and each person as a gift from God and as a privilege to
witness and meet.
Who am I to meet that beautiful baby and hold her in my
arms? Who am I to sit with that tiny elderly woman and just smile at each other
as we hold hands? Who am I to lead these precious orphans in song and dance,
laughing together?
But then I hear God say, “It is because I love you so much
that I want you to have the privilege to meet these beloved sons and daughters
of mine. I trust you enough to love them in this moment. It is my gift to you.”
