So, as you can see I am going back to Romania. Why, you might be asking? While I was in Romania, God really convicted
my heart that I needed to pour into those people. And also, when I leave a country and fall in
love with the people, I normally lose it by crying all my sorrows away. My team can tell you that instead of talking
about the month and the ministry, the people and our contacts, I plug my
headphones into my iPod and take my own time thanking God for the time I had in
that country, in whatever way that means.
Well, Romania was different.
First of all when we were leaving, I had this peace within my heart that
I would be back. That, I, Rachel Martin
would not end my Race in Central America but in Romania and that it wouldn’t be
only 11 months, but close to 16. I have
fallen in love with Romania and I can’t wait to go back to this country where
God blew me away. I can’t help but think
that Romania is where I’m called for the following 4 months after the
Race. I didn’t cry when leaving this
country like I thought I would. Instead,
I was excited to know that God was calling me back to the country.
Romania stuck out in my mind in several ways now and even
before I started the Race. When I was
13, my friend Tory had gone to Romania on a mission trip to an orphanage. She had worked with children that had been
abandoned and left by their parents. She
told me horror stories of how many children lived in one room without the love
of parents, without the support of adults.
I was crushed and I was only 13.
The strange thing is that I wasn’t walking with the Lord at that
time. I was walking for myself and frankly
said, I was not a huge fan of God.
Instead of this turning me away from God, it helped me walk towards Him
and lay my life at His feet. So, with
this being said my heart was stuck on Romania since I was 13.
I don’t know how many of you knew this, but I applied for
the World Race before the route was listed.
Part of me knew that Romania was going to be on our list, that it would
be somewhere between Month 6-8 and sure enough it was Month 6, even though it
wasn’t supposed to be on our route.
While I was in Romania, God started to show me that the ministry that I
was doing there (teaching English and loving on gypsy children by telling them
the Good News of Jesus Christ) was what could become long-term. If you go back one blog you will see my
support letter for Romania. I ask you to
strongly consider reading it and ask the Lord what you can do to help not only
me but those in Romania.
