Jon and I made it up the coast to the trendy beach town of Nha Trang, and it is here that we are met with our first rain in over a month. What a difference from all of the rain we had in January! It was a gloomy day (which we spent at some hot springs/mud baths) but I have to say that it suits our moods... It has been a sad week for us, and a hard one to be away from home. Two very amazing women in our lives passed away from cancer this week, both had been struggling for some time and both will be greatly greatly missed: one of my best friends lost her mom, and our dear brother-in-law lost his. I can't imagine how hard this must be for their husbands and families and grandchildren and friends. Our hearts go out to them, and we pray they find peace. It is strange to have this happen all in the same week, and it certainly makes the distance feel so great.
When Christine's mom got sick, all of us girls in Chicago would pray for her when we got together. Prayer is such an intimate thing that it really makes you feel connected to someone's struggle. I remember being faraway at other hard times, and this Psalm (which I don't think I remember perfectly well, but Cri I still hear the song you wrote in India with these words!) gave me some peace:
Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I hide from your presence, Lord?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there.
If I go down to the depths, you are there.
If I rise on wings of the dawn,
If I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
We are heading on up the coast to Hoi An tomorrow...a 12 hour overnight bus.
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