Saturday, April 16, 2022

Context for Trip #10!

Once someone gets me talking about Romania, it can be hard to stop me.  Every question seems like it could be explained in a full-length book or feature film, not in one conversation.  But in this entry, 3 days before I'm scheduled to embark on trip #10, I wanted to do 2 things, just in case anyone's following along: 1) to describe as briefly as possible my history with the country.  2) to explain my aims for this particular trip.  The beauty of a blog entry is that once a reader gets tired of reading, he or she can simply stop, so kudos to you if you get through this whole entry, but no hurt feelings if you don't!

In 2005, I took my first short trip to Romania.  I'd been connected with an organization called International Children's Aid Foundation, through a woman from my church who'd recently traveled there with them.  My first two trips were similar - traveling with ICAF for 2 weeks and participating in ministry in a government orphanage and in a Christian children's home, as well as doing things like English Club in a nearby town.  In 2007, I returned to that same area to do similar work, though independently that time, with 2 friends and not in any official partnership with ICAF.  I stayed a month.  That was my last April-May trip, and my last time being there for Easter.  I call these first 3 trips my "early trips."

From 2007-2016, I desired to return to Romania and prayed often to that end.  I pursued moving there as a long-term missionary in 2008, but didn't do so, and went 9 long years without setting foot on the soil of that country.  

In 2016, I had the great joy of being invited to go to Romania once more.  My friend Derek was heading up a new mission program at a local Christian high school, and I got to join as a chaperone in their initial spring break trip to southern Romania.  Southern Romania was very different than the region I'd been in in my prior years, and the need for gospel ministry there was more evident.  I also found there some very like-minded friends and was immediately invited to move there long-term.  I pursued this again in 2017, and again decided not to take that path, but I returned on those March trips with the high school students several times.  I think of the 2016-2018 trips (trips 4,5, and 6) as the Derek trips - he led the team each year.

2019-2020 held what I think of as my "trio" of trips.  I returned with the students (under different leadership) in March of 2019, took a trip there with my good friend (and Derek's wife) Pam in October 2019, and traveled solo in March 2020 when the school team had to decide last minute to stay back due to COVID.  I'm so thankful for those 3 trips in close succession, in which I got to build on the relationships that had started in 2016-2018 and in which it felt increasingly "normal" to be there, even as the world got crazier. I returned home from Romania on the last flight that British Airways was flying from London to Phoenix, as the world shut down.

Plans to return to Romania in March 2021, May 2021, September 2021, and March 2022 were all thwarted by COVID and flight cancellations and limitations.  Plans for April 2022 have the primary purpose of sustaining relationships with my friends there, with the church there, and with the country in general.  The longer I am away, the harder it is to comfortably return.  I bought tickets in January and have watched carefully as events on the world stage seem to threaten the stability of Europe.  But as of the writing of this blog, I still intend to go from April 19th-May 4th, while holding all plans loosely.  Specifically, I intend to:

 - enjoy Bucharest for a couple days when I arrive.  I love this busy capital, and I left it when it was locking down and masking up 2 years ago.  I'd love to see it vibrant again, and I hope to spend time also with some friends there, and perhaps find a way to volunteer with refugees.

 - Celebrate Easter (1 week later there than in the US) with Hope Church Romania in either Draganesti or Craiova (or both!)

- participate in ministry alongside the missionaries and members of Hope Church.  This may look like helping with refugees, or it may look like any other number of tasks.

 - spend some quality time with a new friend named Simona.  Simona just graduated from an equipping ministry at Hope Church, and I served as her mentor, but have never met her in person! She just found work in a city called Drobeta, which I've visited once before, so I hope to spend a day or two in or near there.

 - visit my friend Dawn in the city of Timisoara.  Dawn is an American missionary who founded the first day center for kids with disabilities in that city.  We're hoping I can do music therapy while I'm there, but a national holiday may get in the way.  Either way, I want to see the facility and learn more about it - this is the type of ministry I'd envisioned myself doing way back in 2008! 

- return to Bucharest for one more night before flying home

Ok, I don't know if anyone read this far, but thank you for reading if so.  Hopefully anyone following along as I post about this trip will have a better context for all of it.  As always, I covet your prayers for a safe and fruitful journey! 

Sunday, June 20, 2021

 March 6th-8th 2020 - found and published in June 2021 :)

It’s strange to be back in this place again.  But mostly, it’s strange because it isn’t strange, not anymore.  Having only returned from here less than 5 months ago, in some ways it feels I never left.  The things I do notice are things I’d notice in my hometown – a new construction project has begun, for example, which may finally provide the train connecting the airport to the rest of the city and country.

The city is Bucharest.  The country is Romania.  This country has held a piece of my heart ever since a presentation in my church while I was in college flashed pictures of babies with disabilities living in cribs, of older kids with disabilities still living in cribs, and I wanted to be there, to do something.  That impulsive desire matured over several months and became a desire simply to serve God with my last summer of college, and he chose to send me to Romania for 2 weeks to do just that.  Only 2 weeks.  I felt guilty at the time: I promised God my whole summer, and I’m giving him 2 weeks? But a wise friend said to me, “Do you not think God can do something in 2 weeks?” 

Do something He did.  I found those kids in cribs, and I loved them as I’d expected to, and I brightened their days in ways that would probably soon be forgotten.  What would not be forgotten, though, was the impact that the people of Romania had on me, and the impact that that trip had on my belief in a God who was bigger than I’d previously known Him to be.  I watched Christian women do every day what I came to do for a few days – give true, nurturing, lasting care to kids that the world had abandoned.  I talked to young men only slightly older than me (yes, I too was young at the time) who told me of a childhood vastly different than mine.  In the year I’d attended kindergarten, walking to my neighborhood school in the suburbs of Phoenix and enjoying playdates with my friends, they’d watched their country come to a bloody revolution that ended a brutal dictatorship.  While my family had skipped church services altogether in favor of a favorite family tradition of Sunday morning hikes, Christian families in Romania had met secretly, risking prison terms or even death if they were found out.  These men told me stories that opened my eyes.  Oh, and the singing!  When I first heard people sing praise songs in Romanian, something obvious finally sunk in with me: Jesus was not American.  Worshiping him was not an American tradition adopted by other countries. Of course I’d known these things in my head all along, but knowing them in my heart, that was different.  God was…big! His church was so diverse, his people so multi-faceted.  I watched a man sing Amazing Grace (Maretul Har) in his congregation.  He was an old man, and it struck me that this was probably a man who’d worshipped in secret during the height of communist oppression.  You could see in his eyes that he would never again take for granted the privilege it was to worship freely.

Oh, I could go on for page after page about that first trip.  And the second and 3rd.  Oh, and then the 4th and 5th and 6th.  The 7th was important also, and the 8th was wonderful.  And here I am on the 9th visit.  In so many ways, of course, I have changed since that first trip 15 years ago, but in so many ways I am the same.  And the characters here, they have been the same since trip 4.  In fact, one character from trip 1 made an appearance on my way to trip 9, and this was impactful also.  But today, I sit in a car next to a friend who came to pick me up at the airport.  He does this a lot – for me, for the teams I’ve come with, for other visitors, for his local friends.  We’ve done this before – him driving capably through traffic and windy roads, me making small talk, offering snacks, and eventually just settling in for the long journey.

It is strange to have a second home here.  More than once, I’ve considered, and worked toward, making it my HOME home – the place that I live.  And yet, so far, this hasn’t been my story.  Instead my story has been these visits – visits to a place I love.  Visits in which each year my language skills are a little better, but also each year I remember the tower of Babel and the confusion it successfully accomplished. Visits in which I spend time with faithful men and women who love Jesus and love their countrymen, and who live this out in ways I haven’t quite found in the States.  Visits in which I smile at the little things I love – the unique haystacks, the old women sitting on benches in front of their homes, the sheep that interrupt traffic in ways I find quaint, the street signs that still warn, and rightfully so, of horse-drawn carts entering the road.  I keep coming back.  This time feels different, and yet the same.  And tonight, as I sit in the home of these dear friends that make up such an important part of each of my recent years, I have the rare opportunity to process, just a little, the thoughts that swirl in my tired brain as I reacclimate to this place, to these people, to that part of my heart that first came alive seeing those troubling pictures so many years ago.

Some moments to reflect on today (March 8):

I took a walk this morning.  Not just because I felt like walking, but because I’ve been carrying only American money aside from some crumpled up lei, and it was high time I exchanged some.  It was the perfect plan: Go straight to the money exchange, then grab a vending machine cappuccino from the little store across the street from the church on the way back.  And unlike most perfect plans, this one actually worked out perfectly, with added bonuses: the quaintness of seeing a horse “parked” in front of the local restaurant with his cart full of corn stalks while his owner was presumably inside.  Seeing boys from last night’s youth meeting (in their attention-drawing “USA” sweatshirts) and reflecting once more on how sweet small towns are for just running into known people on the road.  And as I was preparing to walk home, being offered a ride by a friend who’d stopped at the church. 

Church this morning was in a storage container.  Oh, I love this place.  During my first trip to southern Romania in 2016, I was introduced to the village of Maruntei and to my sweet friends Tavi and Nicoleta, who were diligently ministering there.  There were no known believers in their town, and the work was hard.  We walked in pouring rain and asked for neighbors to let us in.  We talked about the Lord with these neighbors, told testimonies, read scripture, and sang songs.  It was beautiful.  They told me then how they were praying for a building in which they could hold church meetings.  And now…there’s a storage container!  Another short-term missionary purchased it for them, after the sudden passing of his wife.  Instead of flowers at her funeral, people contributed to the needs of a far-away church in southern Romania, and so now there is a cozy, warm shipping container in which the word of God is faithfully preached each week and people gather for worship.  To watch my friend preach there, remembering his prayers from years before, was such an encouragement to my soul.

And then I met with Dorothy.  Sweet Dorothy is such a special gift to the women in this area – both believers and nonbelievers alike.  She has a unique talent for encouraging people – for knowing who needs it and how they best receive it, for bringing little tokens of her love to women who might feel ignored or abandoned or who are hurting.  And today, we met a woman whose pain was so keenly felt.  She suffers from chronic and extreme pain, and as we talked she shifted multiple times from gut-wrenching sobs to cheerful laughter.  She was a dramatic story teller, and her face held such a range of emotions and experiences.  I told her, in my limited Romanian, that I could see the joy of the Lord on her face, and that it was evident that it was God’s grace in her life.  She wept more.  She showed me other encouraging truths she’d been pondering and said that what I had said was a response to those truths.  She hugged me hard and well.  We both cried.  She had me type it into her phone so she could remember what I’d said.  Before I left, she showed me the dress she’d like to be buried in.  She loves it so much that she wanted our pictures to include it and had to be reminded that we also wanted to see her face. 

Worship tonight in Draganesti – hard to express how meaningful this is every. Single. Year. God is faithful to these people.  They are faithful in their obedience.   Their worship fills the room. The truths on the screen, in a language that both enamors and mystifies me, in these moments lead me also to worship well.  One song sang a reprise of trusting that God is working even when we don’t feel his nearness.  I cried some more.  I received so many hugs and kisses tonight that the CDC and WHO would have screamed at the room to stop at once.  But they weren’t there, and I felt so well-loved.

Monday, March 26, 2018

Tales from Bucharest

24 hours from now, Lord willing, I'll probably be somewhere over the ocean, heading westward.  Right now, I'm resting at my Airbnb after a full and happy day.  I'll head out again for dinner soon, but I figured blogging now might be a good plan since I won't want to do it late tonight, or tomorrow after a long day of traveling, or Wednesday when I go back to work.
Yesterday started with a visit to the coffee shop in the building next to my Airbnb, which my host recommended, and which was fantastic.  I then took my first Romanian Uber ride (which turned out to be the 1st of 4 in one day!) to meet my friend Adoriana and her husband Bogdan at their church.  Last time I saw them, they were helping me into my 3am cab to the airport in 2016...it was so nice to see them again, in the light of day!  Their church is small and meets in a medical clinic, and I enjoyed the service and the people there a lot.
at Adoriana and Bogdan's church
With Adoriana in the mall

Afterwards, Adoriana and I took another Uber to a really nice mall. In the middle of the mall, there are waterfalls, a ropes course, a skating rink, and a rollercoaster!  She treated me to lunch in the food court (my first mamaliga of the whole trip!), and then I bought some new socks (I've been going through multiple pairs a day) and went on my way.  After coming "home" to change, I took the subway up to the biggest park in Bucharest, explored for quite awhile in the snowy beauty, then came back to the Old Town area and got dinner and a drink on the top floor of the amazing bookstore there.
a bench at Herastrau Park
more Herastrau Park


Some kind of chocolatey orange drink,
called a Winter's Dream!
While I was eating dinner, I got a phone call from my friends in Draganesti.  Turns out, an American visitor had arrived in Bucharest unannounced (or an email had been lost), to spend time with Hope Church, and was waiting at the airport for a ride to town.  Since the church is about 3 hours from the airport and I was about 30 minutes from the airport, they asked if I could go to the airport and meet her and spend time with her until someone could get there to pick her up.  So I quickly left the pedestrian part of town, got an Uber, and got to the airport as fast as I could.  Problem was, nobody had a way to get ahold of this woman, and I didn't know what she looked like, only that she was an American in her 50s.  So I wrote her name in large letters on a page of my journal and wandered all around the arrivals area holding it out and looking for any potential Juanitas...only to find out that she'd given up on us and had gotten a cab herself.  So...I got Uber number FOUR, which was a bit trickier to figure out from the airport, and came back to my cozy apartment.  It was such a strange night, but I'm thankful that I had the experience of Ubering to the airport so that I know what to expect early tomorrow morning!

This morning's breakfast
At the National Theatre
My first attempt at using the panoramic function on this phone.  
I kind of cut the theatre in half, but you get the idea.
Today, no Ubers so far.  I walked back to the excellent little coffee shop nearby and spent a long time reading and journaling and praying and reflecting.  It was nice to be so relaxed.  Then I walked another block to the National Theatre, where I took a guided tour with a bunch of Romanian schoolchildren.  The guide spoke very quickly, and my theatre vocab is apparently quite poor, so I understood very little, but it was still a beautiful place and it was fun to see and hear how excited the kids were.  The rain had stopped by the time of the tour, so I got more adventurous than I'd planned for the day, and walked quite a long way.  I took some touristy pictures of the giant "People's Palace," wandered through some more beautiful parks, and ended up eating a late lunch at a restaurant I'd enjoyed in 2016.  Then back to my apartment, where I'm resting now.

Palace of the Parliament.  The heaviest building 
in the world, visible from the moon...but not
entirely visible from down the street today
Despite the weather, I made it to my favorite park 
after all!
One last bowl of my favorite soup, and my own
little pitcher of mint lemonade.   That's right,
I'm allowed to drink lemonade from a pitcher
with a straw.

The plan is for me to return to Romania next year, if not before.  I'm so thankful for this plan, but I also know that it is MY plan and that God's plan has not been revealed.  Every time I say goodbye to this place, I know that it could be the last, though I hope with my whole heart that it won't be.  I'm eager for home, with my family and friends and my apartment and my church and my work and my flip-flops and my iced coffees and my ability to so easily navigate my world.  But I'm already eager, also, to be back here again, beginning another adventure.

Thanks for reading!




















Saturday, March 24, 2018

Farewell Draganesti, Hello Bucharest

Tonight, I am tired.  My feet are tired from much walking and much freezing (next year, weather-proof boots!), my arms are tired from lugging a suitcase around this snow-packed city, my mind is tired from trying to function on my own after being cared for so well by others these past two weeks, and my heart is tired because leaving Draganesti is never easy and I miss my friends already.

And yet, despite my tiredness, I am also happy.  Hard goodbyes mean that sweet fellowship was shared, tired feet and arms mean I haven't stopped adventuring, and my tired mind gets to rest some tonight as there's nothing to navigate and nobody to awkwardly try to speak Romanian to.  And while I'm still awake, I want to get some of these past 48 hours' memories on record.

Yesterday morning, I took an early morning walk to the church through SO. MUCH. SNOW.
Walked to the bank to exchange money...but where is the bank?
Delivering tracts
The town was practically shut down, schools closed for the day, and neighbors one by one coming to dig themselves out.  It was breathtakingly beautiful.  And breathtakingly cold.  I walked down with Alex, who goes to the church and lives in the house where I was staying, and he did not agree with me that it was beautiful...partly because it is his job to clear the church driveway and courtyard.  We got cheap cappuccinos (have I mentioned how much I am going to miss cheap and readily available cappuccinos??) and pastries from the store across the street from the church while trying to figure out where the key to the church was...anyway, we eventually made it inside. The day was filled with random tasks to help with at the church, errands to run, and some more delivering of pamphlets around town.  Then last night was small group night.  I went to the same group I went to a year ago, but in a different house and with lots of different people.  What a deep joy it was to sing songs and pray with this group, and a perfect way to close out my time in Draganesti.
Small group
  After a post-small group dinner and conversation back at the house with the Finns and Christy, we all went our separate ways.

my traveling buddies at the train station
The first guy we met on the subway was also a believer. 
We gave him a tract, and he gave us new testaments! 
Today, the 2 guys from Finland and I got an early morning ride to the train station.  It was so nice to ride the train WITH people this time around, and the train was a nicer, newer one.  We were on the 2nd floor, which was also a first for me, and the trip went really quickly.  When we got to Bucharest, it was a little challenging.  My original plan had been to take an afternoon train and go straight to the place where I'm staying, but riding in on the morning train with friends sounded like a better idea.  What was not a good idea was lugging a giant suitcase all around the streets of the city, which were still packed with snow and ice, while trying to play tour guide to two fast-paced guys in a city I've only really explored 1 time, 2 years ago.  We eventually needed to part ways because we had some different ideas of how we wanted to spend that time, and they had a train to catch soon anyway.  I did some slower solo exploring after that but was cold and tired, and was SO happy to arrive at my Airbnb, meet my friendly host who quickly grabbed my suitcase for me, and take off my wet boots and socks.  After settling in, I went walking again, with a much lighter load, took some fun pictures, visited my favorite bookstore, and went to a restaurant recommended by my host.  Old town, which is super close to where I'm staying, is full of tourists and lots of English-speakers or other foreigners.  This restaurant, though, was not in old town and was off the beaten path.  I may have been the only non-Romanian in the building, and the food was authentic and delicious.  I rushed through it though, because I'd taken a table reserved for later, and so I was able to make it "home" to my Airbnb before dark.  It's lovely here, and cozy and warm, and I am eager to rest.  Here's hoping I figure out Europe's spring time-change tomorrow...I have a friend calling me to confirm the time in the morning :-)

Nope, I don't think I'll sit there...
statues by the university
I made it to the beautiful bookstore


Tonight's dinner: a Transylvanian 
chicken dish and a mint lemonade
Resting in my Airbnb

Thursday, March 22, 2018

Adventures in the Snow

I can't decide what I am more impressed with tonight - the beauty of the freshly fallen snow, or the fact that people have survived in this stuff for centuries :-) 
the snowy church courtyard this afternoon

When I lived in New York, we had a couple of big snowstorms, but I was so spoiled, and drove my heated car from my heated house to my heated workplace down well-paved and well-cleared roads.  This week, I feel like I have truly experienced winter for the first time...and I am STILL so spoiled!  I still am staying in a heated room (though the heat in the rest of the house broke down yesterday), with hot water (in the building next door) and friends who can drive me from place to place.  There are people all over this area who have to hope that they have enough money for firewood to heat their homes and their water, who can only get to the store by trudging through the snow, who depend on the land for their food and are worried that the plants that were ready for springtime have been frozen and crops might be affected.  And there are my faithful friends here, doing ministry when it is cold and hard and uncomfortable, and showing the people around them the love of Christ. And life in Arizona, which often feels hard and discouraging and wearisome, looks, from here, like a very easy life.

Alex B and Vera with gifts for the kids
Delivering bags


With Ancuta and Ema












But I digress.  Here's a quick summary of the last couple days.  Yesterday, I went with Vera and Alex B and Sorin, all part of the E2E program here, to deliver bags of toys and clothes and school supplies and treats to families in the area.  Vera spent a few months in Canada for Bible school and only recently came back, so she is trying to reconnect with the families of the kids she ministers to here in town.  We walked and walked and walked and walked and walked a little more, in snow and rain and cold, and had some short but sweet house visits with several different families.  We enjoyed a cozy warm lunch in the church basement (have I ever been more thankful for heaters?) in between visits, and eventually stopped because it was just too cold.  I walked back to the other part of town and visited with my friend Ancuta, whose husband has been driving me everywhere on this trip but who I hadn't been able to spend time with.
  We talked and prayed and enjoyed her little girl, then I met a group for dinner.  There are two missionaries that just got to town from Finland, and this is their first trip to Romania.  Alex and Vera and Christy and I had dinner with them (my 3rd shawarma dinner in a row!) and then we called it a night.

Pamphlets for the people of Craiova
with a real live snowy Christmas tree at
the end of March
a slightly blurry picture of Dorothy 
and her dogs
Today, I returned to Craiova (I think this was the 6th time?) with a group to do some street evangelism with the Finnish guys.  We broke off into pairs - I went with one of the E2E guys, George - and took tracts to pass out and talk with people.  The talking part was a bit hard - it was snowy and windy and nobody was in much of a mood for a leisurely chat.  So George and I mostly put pamphlets in mailboxes and did quick hand-offs to people.  The Finnish guys were not at all turned off by the weather, but the Romanians and this wimpy Arizonan were having a hard time.  I joined the group that was headed back earlier - just myself and Vera and Alecs - and we made it back to Draganesti mid-afternoon.  I hid out in the church for awhile, watching the snow as it piled up, reflecting on all sorts of things, playing the piano, helping Vera with some projects, and then met my friend Dorothy for dinner at her house.  After a delicious meal, fabulous dessert, and an extremely cold but completely beautiful walk home, I am cozy in my heated room and ready for one last day in town tomorrow before heading to the big city Saturday morning.

Every trip to Romania is different, and my head is swimming, as usual, with so many thoughts about my time here.  I'm thankful for the almost-daily chance to reflect here on the blog, and eager to process more with people in person when I'm home. I also have been giving some serious thought to how wonderful it will be to wear flip-flops on a warm sunny afternoon when I return :)  But oh, how I will miss this place!
My Bible reading this morning just happened to include
Ecclesiastes 11:7 "Light is sweet, and it is pleasant for
the eyes to see the sun."  Looking forward to some sunshine!










Tuesday, March 20, 2018

Craiova for the Day

I've been sleeping every night in Draganesti since arriving on the 9th, and the original plan was that the rest of this week, starting tonight, I would stay in Craiova.  Plans change pretty quickly around here, though, and it was decided yesterday that instead I would just spend a full day there today and come back to Draganesti in the evening.  While I had been excited to get to know Craiova better, there are so many people and ministries that I love here in Draganesti also, and I'm glad I didn't have to say goodbye to this place just yet. 
Draganesti looking prettier than usual
Some roads were clear, others, not
so much



That being said, it was a full and encouraging day in Craiova!  It snowed overnight again, a little deeper this time, and Draganesti was so beautiful in its white blanket.  Alecs was my trusty driver yet again, and our Canadian friend Mike and his son Sam came along, as well as a guy Raul had hired to do some construction work at the Craiova church.  Alecs and I made a Starbucks run when we got to Craiova (I'm quite familiar with the Craiova Starbucks at this point), then jumped right in to Raul's teaching.  Every Tuesday the Equipping to Equip group meets.  There are 8 students who have practical mission projects and receive Biblical training and support in what it means to be a missionary.
Raul and his 8 students
I loaned my Romanian Bible to a friend


I got to sit in on some dynamic teaching and discussions, was pleased to understand much of what was being said, and also had some specific roles Raul had assigned me ahead of time, like bringing back food for everyone for lunch, talking about different models of churches and giving examples from the US, and accompanying each of the students when we went out to do evangelism in the city.  I also got a chance to interview each of the students about their mission project and prayer requests and needs, and it was such a joy to get to know this group.  Most of us went out for dinner at the mall afterward, then made the now-familiar trek back to Draganesti.  

Canadian friends help Nicu take down a wall
in the church building
I was reminded in Ecclesiastes yesterday that it is a grievous thing when God gives good things to a person but does not also give him the power to enjoy the good things.  I'm thankful for the many good things I experienced today - the joy of fellowship, the beauty of freshly-fallen snow, a delicious warm coffee on an icy morning, laughter with friends from around the world, teaching from God's word, the sound of a beautiful language and the ability to sometimes speak and understand it, a cozy room to sleep in, cookies and conversation before bed, and so much more - and I'm reminded that some people might experience each of these things and yet not experience the deep enjoyment that they bring, and not know the Giver of the gifts.  So tonight, I am thankful that I am thankful.

Beautiful Craiova

Monday, March 19, 2018

A Lovely Kind of Monday

As I write, it's evening here, but morning at home.  On a normal Monday, I would be in my 3rd hour of a 10-hour workday, just getting started with the new week, probably getting through emails and planning out the week with my boss.  But today...
Fresh snow this morning.  The footprints
reflect my journey from bedroom to kitchen for
breakfast

I woke up to snow!  It had snowed a little overnight and snowed off and on for a couple hours in the morning.  I was a classic Phoenician and took pictures and videos and couldn't stop staring out the window.  This caused me to be a little bit behind in my morning routines, but I was ready just in time for Dorothy and Laura to pick me up for a mini road trip to the town of Corabia.  Corabia is on the southern border of Romania (across the river is Bulgaria!) and on the southern edge of the ministry area of Hope Church.  Cornelia and her husband Mircea have lived and ministered there for almost 6 years and are somewhat isolated, being about an hour away from most of the other members of the church. 

Cornelia, Laura, and Dorothy on the streets of Corabia
I don't know Cornelia well, but I do know that two of her greatest loves are Jesus and coffee, so of course we hit it off.  The 4 of us ladies took a bitterly cold but beautiful walk to a local cafĂ©, where we had pizza and coffee and heard Cornelia's story and prayed with her.
Tasty pizza, tasty latte, sweet fellowship
When I got back to Draganesti, I walked back to the church and got to go along with a few people to check out an apartment to rent (no, not for me!).  Christy, who is an American missionary preparing to be here long term, got an absolute steal - a large, furnished apartment super close to the church for less than 200 dollars a month.  It was fun to see how relatively simple the process was here - she checked out the apartment today, they'll write up a contract tomorrow, and she will move in on Wednesday!  I helped Raul with a couple quick tasks at the church, and got my homework assignment for my time in Craiova tomorrow, then got to spend the rest of the afternoon and evening here at the house.

on the road back to Draganesti

So my afternoon was actually a little bit normal.  I talked with Christy (my roommate for two more days), played piano (there's a piano in my house!) and spent some time online looking at different models of the local church, for a lesson tomorrow in Craiova.  Despite my insistence that I was capable of buying my own dinner down the street, I instead had it hand-delivered to my bedroom door by Raul's youngest son - Raul has been so careful to care for my needs while I'm here.  This was definitely a blessing due to the sleet and crazy low temperatures outside.  I am happy to be in my warm and cozy room, looking forward to tomorrow, and very glad that this was not a normal Monday.

Just proving I can dress for winter when I need to