Yesterday, my first day in Vientiane, was a day to not be forgotten. I knew before that this was going to be my home for a few years, but suddenly as I was riding in a tuk tuk with a friend, I realized that this is my home. I live in this amazing place.
The people here (not including the children) are very quiet and gentle. We went shopping for traditional skirts at the market. I got some material and we also got some lemon juice. It was a great first day to see the people interacting and noticing the mannerisms they use in order to communicate well.
In comparison to Hanoi, it is like a ghost town here. There are 6 million people in the entire country of Laos. That number is apparently not much bigger than the single city of Hanoi, and only twice as big as Tai Yuan, the city that I lived in when I lived in China. There are still people all over, just in smaller portions.
As I was walking to the Babcock’s (our team leaders), I realized that I hadn’t spent any time with the Big Guy. As I walked I began to lift up the people of Laos. They are people who need him. I had almost an instant love for the people. I can not wait to get out and make relationships. Something that struck me as I walked was how privileged I am that I get to be here serving Him. Not because I am such a great person or have all the talents, gifts, and abilities that are needed (in fact He chose me in spite of and because of these things), but because of His great love for Lao people.
He loves them so much, that he would coose to work in a person like me.
I hold onto these attainable hopes: that I would love with His love, and that I would never forget why He chose me. May I, even when times get tough keep these things in focus.
The people here (not including the children) are very quiet and gentle. We went shopping for traditional skirts at the market. I got some material and we also got some lemon juice. It was a great first day to see the people interacting and noticing the mannerisms they use in order to communicate well.
In comparison to Hanoi, it is like a ghost town here. There are 6 million people in the entire country of Laos. That number is apparently not much bigger than the single city of Hanoi, and only twice as big as Tai Yuan, the city that I lived in when I lived in China. There are still people all over, just in smaller portions.
As I was walking to the Babcock’s (our team leaders), I realized that I hadn’t spent any time with the Big Guy. As I walked I began to lift up the people of Laos. They are people who need him. I had almost an instant love for the people. I can not wait to get out and make relationships. Something that struck me as I walked was how privileged I am that I get to be here serving Him. Not because I am such a great person or have all the talents, gifts, and abilities that are needed (in fact He chose me in spite of and because of these things), but because of His great love for Lao people.
He loves them so much, that he would coose to work in a person like me.
I hold onto these attainable hopes: that I would love with His love, and that I would never forget why He chose me. May I, even when times get tough keep these things in focus.
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