Melissa has improved so much though she has physical deficiency. She cannot talk, neither walk, but there are some improvement after attending physiotherapy regularly in the hospital. She had a leg fracture but now she is healed, doing her normal exercises.

Patrick has improved much better than Melissa; previously he was emaciated due to lack of food and care. You remember informing you that he was staying with his grandmother who had no source of income and since John the father of the two was not assisting at all, the grandmother decided to abandon Patrick at the house of his father. When we were visiting John for spiritual assistance, we did not find him but for our surprise, we found Patrick crying outside the house and nobody helping. We had no otherwise but compelled to take Patrick as well regardless of financial limitation.

So far Patrick has improved a lot and has begun to exercise the talking. Even physically, he is healthier than Melissa. Martha and Jennifer had previously did some basic shopping for them before leaving our city but now both of them will need some more shopping of beddings and normal clothes.

                          

                          

So many things my fingers can't keep up with.

They are all still there. Jomby is still in Kenya, although just a toddler, he's from a family that can't afford to go to school, what does his future hold? God created him for greatness, he has a huge purpose, who is going to help him get there?

The street boys are still motherless and fatherless, waiting for the next meal.

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."