I am thankful to the Lord that He did not call us to Moscow. It has been 30 to 40 degrees below zero.
We are cold, but a mere zero to 10 below is nothing in comparison to that temperature! The snow has been blowing, the temperature has remained bottomed out, and we are all wearing sweaters. Houses made of cement are always cold, even when they heat is cranked.
Last Friday, we drove up to Ungheni, enjoying snowpacked roads and a handful of icy corners. We went to visit with Gheorge, a young pastor in the city. His church is doing a good work, growing and maturing. They have a program every day for kids in need; a hot lunch, lessons, games, and time with someone who loves them.
As we were leaving, on this 4-year-old girl was standing outside, with her bare hands pulled up into her sleeves. We found a pair of kids gloves for her (which they then had to quickly show her mom). But my mind was thinking about those challenges.
For most people, winter is a time to snuggle into a warm house, put on warmer clothes, or even hit the ski slopes. But winter here is serious. In the villages, the only heat comes from wood or coal. Your only water comes from the well a block down the icy street. There isn't enough clothes or gloves or boots to keep you warm.
So in a little way, be extremely thankful for the blessings you have. And pray for the people of Moldova.