The Village

The WMF team in Chisinau is also working in a village one day a week. Bela and I made the 1 hour bus ride with Adriana and John last Thursday to a Youth for Christ day-center. Kids can come every day for a meal, play time, tutoring, and Bible study. As you can see, Moldova is beautiful...especially in the Spring!




We walked down to a field to play a little European football aka soccer. Chained up in the field was a mama goat and her kid feasting on all that yummy spring grass!!!



The kids decided to change up the game they were playing, when suddenly, a herd of sheep wanted a piece of the so-called and all-but-ellusive pie! Here they are edging closer and closer to the game...until they shepherd came and whipped them away. (Unfortunately, when I upload the pictures, the order was reversed...urg!)






Here's a couple more pictures we took in the village. The doors lead into the day-center and I just thought it was lovely how the wind was blowing the lace curtain. Bela took the one of the old truck...which he loves. And I can see why.





Again, I ask that you remember the kids in this village. They are the types who may be heading to an orphanage like I talked about yesterday. Two little girls were especially sweet, walking us back to our bus stop, playing a couple final games with us. My heart ached for them...for their sweetness and innocence and beauty. And in that ache, I found some hope. Because it was the ache of beauty, the kind that makes us long for a better day, the ache that reassures of a leading towards that very day of life after life after death (please read Surprised by Hope by N.T. Wright...it'll make you hope again. Click on title of book to find it on Amazon.).

And, here's us. With someone in the background. Gotta love boys. They're about the same no matter where you are in the world.