Letters on the road to Vietnam Letter #4
September 1st, 2025
Letter #4
Psalm 119:105 Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.
Vietnam is four days away and I depart on Friday at an insanely early time. I'm closing out my time here and it is beautiful. The apartment is closed and a new occupant will pray and rest there this week. My vocation is closed out and my overwhelming regards for my leadership has been expressed. The CG I lovingly watched over has gathered and prayed my sending. I have consecrated them back to my God, returning to his safe keeping what he loaned to me for a time to love and watch over. This tenure of 4 years has been beautiful and fruitful. God my Father, my Husband, you give the best gift. The Scriptures say You, Holy of Holies, withholds no good gifts and I will testify this is truth because the gifts are abundant and I have shed tears of joy and gratitude.
The Scriptures speak of the narrow and the broad paths.
Matthew 7:13-14 Amplified Bible, Classic Edition
13 Enter through the narrow gate; for wide is the gate and spacious and broad is the way that leads away to destruction, and many are those who are entering through it.
14 But the gate is narrow (contracted [a]by pressure) and the way is straitened and compressed that leads away to life, and few are those who find it.
Have you ever thought that the way to life is not a path you would willingly choose?
The road to Vietnam has me excited and melancholic at the same time. Reflection and recollection have come to sit next to me not to grieve my heart but to reawaken the joy of my salvation. The refreshening of the joy of one's salvation may be found on the path of reflection and recollection.
What did my war look like from God's perspective? How did he see my seasons of depression, weakness, and disobedience in the mist of the war to submit my dreams and hopes to him? I find myself in greater and greater reverence for the incomprehensible Greatness of God. My heart beats fast and my breath quickens because God never gave up even when I threw in the towel.
Here we are at the appointed departure, four days to go. I never perceived Vietnam as part of God's plan, but God. I stand in wonder at his all powerful strategies. God plays a long game of chess that is inconceivable.
If you counted yourself out of your own journey I am your Testament that the plans of God do not stop. You can get there hand in God's hand and Jesus’ strength carrying you.
Excited to think that by the time my next letter arrives to you I will be in Vietnam. I will be at the work. Thank you for joining me. Keep praying.
Hugs,
Kenya