So we had our travel day yesterday. It began at 5 am, after 4 hrs of sleep. We then proceeded to a 3 1/2 hour train ride to Translyvania to see if we could spot Dracula. After that plus several hours on a bus we were ready to eat and sit and relax, which we did. (Just to preface this story I prayed the other night that God would give us boldness to not let us come in contact with one person in Romanian and not tell them about Jesus)
Anywho Brasov was a beautiful little place, we walked around and took pictures, and had a very nice little lunch. It was everything I had imagined towns in Europe to be like. I was straight up American white trash tourist with my fanny pack, big sunglasses, and camera. All i needed was mickey mouse ears. Or i guess in this case fake dracula fangs (since thats where he hung out ya know). Nevertheless i enjoyed myself, without being attacked by a blood sucking being, had ice cream at least 3 times, then called it a day.
We showed up at the train station only to learn it was delayed at least an hour. I, being automatically disheartened that more time stood between me and sleep, ate ice cream again. When i returned after time wasting I found our group gathered around 2 very dirty little girls, whom I had seen among a group (apparently comprised of 2 women and innumerable small children that begged for money all day at the train station) earlier in the day.
I felt God tugging on my heart. So I finally asked one of our translators to ask them if they knew who Jesus was. When they said no, I was like oh no what now? So many doubts and fears raced through my mind as the rest of the group looked expectantly at me. I swallowed hard, then got up to go sit by them and tell them about someone named Jesus, that died for them, and whom they could have a relationship with. As I sat down I could feel Gods presence just settle over me, and when I opened my mouth, He gave me words to speak. I told them a basic synopsis of the gospel, then just encouraged them that God loved them and was watching over them. I felt like God just wanted us to let them know that He saw them, even if they felt invisible.
I felt so ashamed that I had looked over and judged these little ones at first, when I realized how intensely God loved them, and touched our hearts so He could speak into their lives. Looking into their eyes you could see they were hungry… not for food but love. So for the next hour we showed Gods love the best we knew how.. we held them, gave them hugs and kisses, carried them around, protected them from the boys trying to steal from them, painted finger nails, gave them food..
God answered so many prayers this day. I had the chance to pour out my heart, touch someone’s life, and tell them about Jesus. When we finally had to say goodbye to them I had to fight back the tears… we had to leave them there, knowing the moment we left the other kids would steal most of what we had given them, and they would continue on as they had before, begging for whatever someone would give them. I just hope we gave them more than just what would satisfy physical needs, I hope we gave them hope, and an eternity in Heaven.
This is why im here
