The first 24 hours in a country have proven to be the most emotionally draining. Amidst the travel day(s), our life changes overnight. The only place I have called home may have been packed in a matter of minutes and carried with me – in the case of my tent – or I may have endured a bittersweet goodbye with the comfort of a host family – and the next day be waking up in a new city within nylon walls once again.
20-25 Sept. – Brasov, Romania – The Awakening – a conference with all 4 on-field World Race teams, alumni and staff – over 200 people.
The first night I zipped my tent door closed and collapsed onto my sleeping pad in Brasov – I cried myself to sleep. It might sound silly to those who are tucking themselves in around the world – as I am very aware and eternally grateful for the opportunities set before me. But it isn’t the accommodations which I mourn, but the rapid pace in which they change. Physically I tend to make the moves without faltering…it is my emotions which hesitate to adjust. (No sympathy needed – this is a reality of the World Race) J

(Ashlee on the train to Sofia with a happy border guard (rare) – middle of the night crossing into Bulgaria – a practical jokester – tried convincing me he‘d lost my passport)
People.
God’s people.
The body of Christ.
God has pressed on my heart over the past few days this notion of actually being the body of Christ. Seeing it lived out in believers around the world has certainly helped bring this picture into a fuller view. For example – Abundant Life Church in Ireland. The body of believers who attended that church welcomed us with open arms. People cooked for us, helped with our laundry, and hosted us in their homes. And we came to serve!?! It blew us away.
And here we are again…in Bulgaria…only this time we don’t have a plan coming in…we have our knees…made wonderfully for prayer. And where did He lead but to the doorstep of Al & Diane Mellinger. Al pulled some strings in order for a gal from another church (Kali) to meet us at the train station at 7am in Sofia…introduce us to the city…and walk us to her church. We immediately jumped into decorating for a wedding which was going to be held during the service. The church leadership welcomed us without hesitation (despite language barriers)…invited the other team leader (Melanie) and I into their pre-service prayer meeting and delivered our team water during the service. Mind you they had no idea we were coming until we arrived. When the bride walked down the aisle (a few hours after we had stepped off the train, with our packs piled in the front of the church) – we were blown away. “Is this really our life”?

(a few of us girls sitting with the lovely Kali waiting for church)

(Melanie, Maria, and I)
Whenever you enter a city or village, search for a worthy person and stay in his home until you leave town. When you enter the home, give it your blessing. Mathew 10:11-12
These homes are certainly worth blessing!
When I used to travel for John Deere, I would pack my slippers as a comfort from home in the hotel rooms. As we were settling into Maria’s the first night, around 11pm, after the busy travel day – anxiety and exhaustion were natural companions.

