romania

I think I'm in one of those wierd "I need to write something, but I don't really feel like writing" moods. I always do this. I go from completely outgoing to introspective and introverted. It's like my heart and brain have seen too much to process quickly, and while everyone says "Welcome Back!" and "It must be good to be home!" there's a part of me that doesn't agree.

It's hard to be back. It's hard to leave pastors that work 40-50 hours a week at full-time jobs just to be able to pastor churches that can't afford to pay a pastor. Pastor Adi worked on Christmas and Easter at the chance of getting off to be with us during our time in his village, but his boss denied his request. The Lord encouraged his heart while we were with him.

It's hard to leave Denisa and her infected arm. Her dad is in jail. Her mom refuses to care for her. She has 8 other siblings. She's from a Gypsy family. Gypsy means outcast. It means the nobodys of society. I can still see her face and her smile has she hugged me when they got back from the town doctor.

Here a few more reasons why it was hard to return...


Phil 1:3-6 "I thank my God in all my remembrance of you, always in every prayer of mine for you all making my prayer with joy, because of your partnership in the gospel from the first day until now. And I am sure of this, that he who began a good work in you will bring it to completion at the day of Jesus Christ."