It has been awhile since I posted photos of the Home of Hope. We are making great progress now, since we finally got heat turned on! I've made a small slideshow to show the progress from start to the present.
Just when we thought we had all the worries about living permits behind us, it crops up again. We have a meeting in an hour and a half with immigration. I have no idea what the issue is (well, we've been here too long without living permits for the girls), but we have the approval of the director of immigration.
Only energy-sucking, time-draining exercise in futility.
A man goes to the Chicago Bear ticket office and inquires about purchasing
play-off tickets. The ticket teller replies that there weren't any tickets for
sale because the Bears did not make it to the play-offs.
The following day the same man goes to the Chicago Bear ticket office and
inquires about purchasing Bear play-off tickets. The ticket teller politely
replies that there weren't any tickets for sale because the Bears did not make
it to the play-offs.
This goes on for an entire week. The man goes to the Bear ticket office
inquiring about play-off tickets and the teller says none are for sale because
the Bears did not make it to the play-offs.
Another week of this goes by and the man still is asking the ticket teller about
Bear play-off tickets. Finally the ticket teller in a loud voice says, "I'VE
TOLD YOU FOR THE LAST 2 WEEKS THERE WERE NOT ANY TICKETS AVAILABLE BECAUSE THE
BEARS! DID NO T MAKE THE PLAY-OFFS."
The man replied, "I know. I drive all the way from Green Bay every day just to
hear you say that!"
I need to get the camera out, because I actually am HOLDING one of our living permits! I finally received my permit, so the first ordeal is over. Now we just need to get the permits for Nancy, Shauna, and the girls. But they will be coming.
What a relief, and a blessing.
I am blessed.
Just two words. Caribou coffee.
Wonderful friends, John and Joann Coppes, sent us a box of coffee--real coffee--good coffee--Caribou coffee.
So this morning, when I hold that aromatic cup of Caribou in my hand, I am saying thanks to both the Lord and to my good friends! And I'll be saying thanks every morning for the next four months!
We have been blessed with a new addition to the family. Britta, our little (and GROWING) German shepherd. She is such an incredibly smart dog, and the girls are loving her. She has tripled in size already, plays in the snow but loves to just relax on the rug.
The little things are life are such blessings from the Lord.
For some reason, my writing has suffered lately. I enjoy writing, whether blogging or newsletters, articles or a future book! But it has been squeezed out at every point. The last few months have been abnormal, without any semblance of normality. The living permit situation and receiving our container simply sucked all energy from me. Lousy excuse.
But I am going to commit to the discipline of writing for this year. I want to structure my life with some space in it, where I can journal my thoughts online, sharing about life in Moldova. From the mundane to the crucial, I am going to take the time each day to practice the discipline of writing.
We are socked in this week. It started to snow yesterday and it really piled up! I had to take the Nissan out yesterday afternoon for a little bit, just to take Shauna back to her apartment. But I really don't want to travel too much today! It is nothing but packed streets and icy roads.
Yesterday was Orthodox Christmas so the entire country was off work. We enjoyed a great afternoon with our friends, the Dommerholt's, drinking coffee and playing Settlers of Cataan. Just what Christmas is supposed to be like---white and cold, full of time with friends and family, eating and reflecting on God's great gift.
We are into 2008 already. The last five months in Moldova have flown by so fast, yet it seems like eternity since we left the US. The challenges have been enormous these last few weeks, and I cannot wait to close out a few of them. I never mind challenges, but I would like something other than living permits and gas companies!
I am thinking about my vision for our ministry in Moldova lately. In everything, it is primary to have God's vision, not our vision. But one does not need to hear from God about helping a person in need. I don't think the Good Samaritan stopped to pray about the will of God when he saw the bleeding man in the ditch. Praying about God's will is vastly overrated when blood is flowing!
In that same way, I don't need to pray about whether God wants us to help with the needs in Moldova. But I do want His wisdom in deciding which needs to focus on! What can we do to make the greatest impact in lives? How can we help build the Church, a Church that is NOT dependent on outside funds but takes its own responsibility?
So many questions......