Just like the title indicates, a nutria bit my finger today while we were working at our neighbor’s house. No big deal, no blood, just a cute, beaver-like creature that mistook my finger for a carrot.
Speaking of carrots, yesterday we were pulling weeds out of a carrot field and I must have asked “is this a carrot?” at least 37 times. You would be amazed at how difficult it is to identify a carrot in a field of carrots…
Anyway, we were working in a field belonging to our host’s husband’s cousin. The same cousin that picked Kirsten and me up on the side of the road and drove us home from the larger town about four miles away. Gotta love small town life!
Speaking of small towns, did I mention we have spent the month living on a farm? Today grandma walked into the kitchen with a headless chicken (still bloody at the spot where the head used to reside) and I didn’t even flinch. Oh, and our cow is pregnant. And the rabbit we got from the pastor’s family for our host’s son’s birthday is also pregnant. AND our cat has three-week-old kittens. AND our host has a one-year old. Lots of babies on this farm!
In other news, I accidentally inserted brown paint directly into my right eye an hour ago when taking out my contacts- whoops. Thank goodness for Dr. Kenna!
Our team also has this funny habit of speaking in British accents. One person starts and it just goes on for a while… It doesn’t make sense but such is life.
We’ve moved a lot of sticks in the past month- from breaking them on our farm to moving them to storage at our neighbors house, I can know identify a good stick from a mile away. We once tried to move wood when a storm was rolling in… Then everyone told us to run home and we sprinted under the cover of our porch just in time before it started to hail. What an adventure!
We went back to finish the wood today and the sweet grandmother of our neighbor thought it would be best if Kirsten and Kenna wore head coverings. It was a pretty (funny) sight to see!
Speaking of wood, we went on an excursion to the woods after moving all of the wood and my normally-pretty-good-at-directions brain got very turned around and had no idea which way was home. Thankfully we had Dima (our host’s husband) to guide us or we might have accidentally walked into Ukraine.
On our way home, our host Nastia saw a flower she really liked and implored Dima to get it for her. So naturally he obliged (and by that I mean handed the shovel to his younger brother and made him go get the flower for Nastia). I can only hope to find a love that true one day.
As you can tell, it’s been a fun and adventurous month in Moldova and we are sad to be leaving this little village tomorrow. God is doing big things here and Nastia, Dima, and little baby Nicanor may be a young family, but they are making huge strides for the gospel. I don’t think I have ever met a person who works harder than Dima or a person with more passion and love for sharing Jesus with children than Nastia. They are truly what has made this month so special and they will always be in my heart.
That’s a wrap month 10!
