Letters on the road to Vietnam Letter #3
August 26, 2025
The battle looks nothing like I expected. I sit before a mirror and what I see are areas needing more tilling, nutrients, and more of God to keep going. It's day four of listening to old school gospel I was raised upon, to remind myself of how powerful God is. The attack in my mind is felt physically but it really is a mental war seeking the fall of my identity that is planted in Jesus. If it can't be toppled, then the crippling of it is the secondary goal. The minions of Satan are crafty, relentless, and determined.
The last few weeks have been rough and the emotions have been big highs of excitement with intense lows of, "Kenya, What are you doing?”. It has been an eye opening experience to navigate dismantling my life in New York, filling four suitcases with all I choose to own, and saying,"until we meet again" to the church family I cherish.
The Weapon of praise is my defense against the whispers and influence of the air. The words of "say Yes," "he's preparing me," "God kept me," and "the storm" have been playing over and over again. I played those songs at full volume accompanied with my bad tenor voice filling the air. My heart was full from every memory the Holy Spirit brought from way deep in my past to remind me of how far God and I have traveled together. How God has enabled me to be an overcomer, a testifier, one of many he has healed, and that it is God's mighty right hand that sustains and will keep sustaining me.
John 14:26 AMP but the Helper (Comforter, Advocate, Intercessor-Counselor, Strengthener, Standby), the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in My name [in my place, to represent Me and act on My behalf], He will teach you all things. And He will help you remember everything that I have told you.
I remembered, I sang louder, I cried harder, and I said I'll keep going. This storm that sits between me and Vietnam is a small rain, a light wind, an overcast sky, pretty lightening, and the roads are not flooded. That's what my choice to counter the war with praise has accomplished. I didn't fight. The Holy Spirit did, the Lord Jesus did, and God oversaw it all. I'm back on my feet. I got back up because of his mighty right hand.
I am grateful you're willing to travel with me to Vietnam through these letters. I am grateful that you take time to pray for my steadfast affection unto the beauty of Jesus. I need it to allow God to lay the way brick by brick. I'm choosing to want this brick by brick journey. No rushing ahead, I'm known for that. God has beautiful, breathtaking encounters scheduled that will be sweet, some a little bitter, and others like a bee sting but still lovely.
Update: The visa for Vietnam is approved as of today, August 26th, 2025.
To be continued …
Hugs,
Kenya