10-02am
With Adrian & Stacey home, the house suddenly has a lot more life and conversation and laughter. It was a joy to have all my children home.
They have travelled about 27000km in the last 12 months. Bus, train, tuk-tuk, plane, they have returned with many stories to tell. The most poignant are of the people they encountered, most recently those in Vietnam. They spent three months in Ho Chi Minh City. The central Starbucks had expensive coffee but free internet…this was the view…
It’s a city of motorbikes and scooters, strange food and sounds and faces and names & of rampant abuse. They stayed in an apartment on the 5th floor of a block just outside the city centre. The apartment came serviced by a lady who lived in a nook in the corridor. She had no place of her own. That was her home…the corridor of an apartment block. She could speak no English. Stacey loves doing cross-stitch (another blog for that topic!) and she had some that she hadn’t used. A day or two before they left the apartment, she gave some cross-stitch to the cleaning lady. She opened the packet and was so happy to receive it. Then just before they left, Stacey packed a few clothes, some unused, in a 
packet. She did not see the cleaning lady, so she left the packet of clothes in her little nook for her to find. And that was what made me cry this morning. As I sat and prayed, I thought of that humble lady finding those clothes, opening the packet and seeing the nice things, some brand new. I thought of the warmth that would have filled her heart. I thought of the excitement and appreciation, emotions that Stacey would never see or hear about. She would be grateful. I prayed for the people of Vietnam – I prayed for more opportunities for those people to hear about God in heaven who sent His Son Jesus to die for them.
Colossians 3:12 Put on then, as God’s chosen ones, holy and beloved, compassionate hearts, kindness, humility, meekness, and patience.
I have a long way to go.
God bless you loads today.
In His Grip,
Helga xx 🙂