feet on the ground

There is nothing like stepping out of the airport into Vietnam. Immediately your nose is greeted with the smell of trash, humidity, rice, and motorbike fumes all mixed together. Most who smell it would crinkle their nose in digust, but to me it smells like home. There are people everywhere- waiting for someone.. waiting for no one.. I'm not sure, but it makes me feel famous every time I walk into the crowd with my weary feet and heavy backpack.

For the 1st time of the many that I have stepped out of that airport, I didn't feel the huge thrill of excitement or rush of nerves that I normally feel. Instead I just smiled with peace. So very clearly the Lord has determined my steps over the past 9 years of traveling to Asia.. and I am so ready for this month to come.

Caitlyn and I made it into Vietnam last night, slept for a few hours, and hopped on the bus to Cambodia this morning. We ate our first Cambodian meal for dinner (and I liked it!) and are sitting on the roof of our hostel enjoying the cool breeze together. I can't imagine anywhere else I'd rather be at the moment.

view from the roof of our hostel

To those of you that sent me off with letters, texts, voicemails & phone calls- I am so grateful. Your encouraging words gave me life and strength through long travel. Thank you! God truly gives me more than I deserve through you. :)

    "You go before me and follow me. 

You place Your hand of blessing on my head. 

Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to understand!" 

psalm 149

More to come soon..