I jumped in the shuttle bus from the Hanoi airport without too much thought, and pulled out my phone to mindlessly scroll through my Facebook feed. By now, I’ve been traveling for six weeks. I’ve seen mountains and beaches and rural villages. I’ve eaten pho and spring rolls and Vietnamese baguettes to my heart’s content. I’ve made friends with college students and street vendors and village kids. I’ve ridden motorbikes, taxis, overnight buses, and planes. As beautiful as Vietnam is, I had grown just a little jaded as to just how spectacular it is to be here.
But when I glanced out that dirty bus window and saw the sun setting behind the mountains, I didn’t feel like looking at my phone anymore. Suddenly I was reminded of just how blessed I am to be here, to be on this grand adventure, learning about the needs in Vietnam and seeing how God is working here. There are times when it’s tiring, lonely, frustrating. But those times make it that much more special when I catch a spectacular sunset or get to share the gospel with someone who has never heard before. During my final days in Vietnam, I am making a conscious effort to fully enjoy every moment.
The next morning I started heading out and taking in the city. The Vietnamese are active in their lifestyle and particularly enjoy early morning recreation or leisure activities. The residents of Hanoi are no different.
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