The story of little Van is mighty.
Van’s film project spanned a year; every few months I would enter the Luu home, warmly welcomed, hugs all around, and marvel at how he’d grown. I confess, I got a little teary-eyed, editing the film, watching his transformation from newborn to toddler. Josephine has the quiet, gentle spirit I’ve always admired in women. But under the stillness is a passion and fierce love for God, Huy, and her children. Every time we met she would tell me something new she’d discovered in God’s word, how He was leading the family, what treasure had been unearthed.
Van couldn’t ask for more. His doting sisters, his adoring mother and father, his heavenly Father who has every day written in his book. There’s been a mighty promise claimed for this family, and bold and inspiring faith is being walked out day by day.
I will miss seeing them on a regular, intimate basis; it’s been a pleasure and warmth I’ve eagerly anticipated. And I watch and wait to see what the Lord will do though this precious boy, Van.