It was only two months ago I said goodbye to my church and all my kids and now I’ve had to do it all again. The last week of ministry in Ukraine is over and I’ve had to leave some kids that I was getting really close with. It amazes me how love transcends language in ways that I never recognized. Splashing around in a pond or maybe sitting together in a schoolyard, having a picnic connected me to these village kids in Ukraine. I don’t know when I connected with these kids but it was a lot harder leaving my kids than I expected.
Since arriving in Romania, all my personal financial accounts are frozen. My bank has told me they closed my card as apparently “lost” and will have to issue a new card (being sent to a place, 10 hour plane flight away). So I will now live in Romania with no access to funds other than what’s been apportioned to me for the month out of support raising (thank you again to all those that have given to my ministry). I’m finding God pushing me in places that need strengthened on this journey. The first month was grace building and now He’s encouraging me to trust and depend on community and not my own independence. I’m hoping however that I learn this lesson quickly.
