September lasted 2 hours. Not even kidding. All of the sudden I’m saying goodbye to the rest of my squad and hopping on a bus in Bulgaria. Romania is done! I have less than 9 months left of my race!
I didn’t love Romania. I won’t sugar coat it. I dealt with some serious spiritual warfare for a majority of the month, I got bad homesickness, some days I didn’t know where to fit in. I became anxious going outside, I became jumpy walking down the street. I couldn’t get a full nights sleep most of the month. The devil was working hard to bring us down, but we serve a God who fights back. I knew I wasn’t going to love every minute of my race. I don’t love every minute of my life back in the states. I knew there would be hard months, so Romania was one of them. And that’s okay.
But no matter what, I will always look at the positive:
Worship
Squad dinners
New connections with some squadmates
Vacation to GREECE
Morning intercession and prayer with Christy
Meeting past Racers who are now living in Dragonesti
Church
Our house kitten and puppy
Meeting American and Canadian missionaries
Painting a church
Using my skills for eyeglass ministry
Dance parties
Michelle, the Canadian missionary who welcomed me and my friends into her home for lunch and then gave me a pair of leggings from her store. Bless.
Sleeping at the top of a triple bunk and only slipping off once
Little Emma who would let herself into our house to play but mostly look for treats. The missionaries always have treats
Our chilly mornings that would remind me of Fall
Children’s ministry
Handing out Bibles
Massaging Widows
Drinking coffee with Widows
Picking a half a mile of corn
Movie nights
And to think that this time next month I will be living in Vietnam.
Holy Pho that’s close.
