Bulgaria was a place I had heard about once upon a time, but never dreamed I would visit. After spending 4 weeks here, traveling to six different cities and villages, sleeping at the mercy of four different contacts in six different beds, packing and unpacking, sitting through ten different church meetings, listening to countless translators and meeting countless Bulgarians I realize that God had a plan when he sent us here.
If I had to tell you the exact names of each city or even the names of all of the people we’ve come in contact with and how they are all so closely connected, I couldn’t tell you, but my jumbled memory does serve me correctly in remembering how often our lack of planning just fell into a perfectly woven plan. The first contact knew the second one and the third one went to the same church we attended when we first arrived. We had zero contact with anyone in this country up until 2 days before our arrival and every night, I’ve had a roof over my head and most of the time, my own bed to sleep in, a shower, kitchen and electricity. Most of these things I anticipated never having on the World Race.
We were able to serve others by doing some rose-bush pruning, door painting, tree planting, preaching and playing with some handicapped orphans all the while gaining information that will allow the World Race to send many more teams here in the future and gaining relationships that I pray will flourish into saved souls.
