I realized I never posted this blog about my time in Moldova, oops!
Though I’ve only been out on the field a little over a month God has shown me so much. He’s taken so many of my expectations, thoughts and belief of what my race would look like to show me there are many different pictures of what His love looks like. Sometimes ministry doesn’t always look like we expect it to. It’s amazing how when we allow God to truly lead what He can show you. ‘Ministry’ is better because God knows who needs to be loved and ‘ministered’ too so much better than we do.
Isaiah 55:8-9 – “My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,” says the Lord. “And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine. For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so my ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.”
Our time in Moldova was filled with love, and lots of it. Here’s just a small glimpse into what ministry on the race looks like:
From worshiping at the lake by fire, complete with our best shot at S’mores.
Spending lots of time in our contact’s home laughing, talking, sharing and praying with our contacts, Andre and Larissa.
Playing with our contact’s 3-year-old son Eric.
Spending time with our translator Irene doing everything from kid’s ministry with her, to going to the market together.
Speaking and sharing testimonies in church.
Spa Day (my personal favorite) with all the girls to pamper our contact’s wife, Larissa.
Partaking in a Moldovan Thanksgiving feast. A sacrifice I’m willing to make…
We spent most of our time loving on the children of Oknitsa. Some nights while the children played I simply sat back and watched their faces trying to remember each of them. One night I spent some time taking pictures and heard God whisper to me, “these are my children, I know their names, stories, their laughs and I love them all.”
Last, but certainly not least, they are my ministry:
This was least expected. They may not be who you picture when you think of ministry. These people aren’t sick, dying, poor or even dirty (well…sometimes). We are God’s children too. He knows our names, stories and laughs and loves us so much more than we can ever know or imagine.
