What a day this has been!
Once again we started the day in the best way we knew how; with prayer and devotion to God.
Then we're off to Tinca to do the last of the deliveries. Even though this is the fourth day we've done this, it is anything but routine. Everytime we see another child walking barefoot in the mud it tears us up inside. But we are making a difference, as you can see in the pictures, little Ahbel (no idea if it's spelled right) in the blue sweats (that you guys bought) has a big smile on his face. He usually has very little to smile about. His parents believe he is cursed and will not allow him to sleep in the house with the rest of the family. He will be the first one taken to the childrens center when it is finally opened. There's not a one among us that wouldn't take him with us right now if we could.
As we were making the last of the deliveries, the man of the house was following us out and was saying something that we of course couldn't understand. Rachel came over to translate and he was saying that he was praying for God's grace to be on us. This was a moment that I will remember the rest of my life. I couldn't say anything, I just went back inside and we hugged and we both just stood there and cried.
After this we headed back to the farm to get ready for tonights party. Sometime during the day we were talking about how our bags of clothes and toys and candy didn't seem to be getting any lighter as we carried them in and out each night and Becky said the most wonderful thing. She said it was just like the loaves and fishes, it never seems to go down. We had so much left over that Gahbri (don't know if that's spelled right either), the Gypsy preacher was going to take it to another church in a different village and distribute it there.
We know that you are praying for us; please include Gahbri and his wife who is very ill in the hospital. The gypsy stigma is so terrible here that it's even difficult to find doctors to treat them. The health care is supposed to be free but most doctors will not treat gypsy's unless they are bribed. Gahbri is a wonderful man and we are all proud to call him our brother.
Also include Da'Nootz who has been our guide and our body guard all the times that we were in the village. He is the man in the red shirt holding a soccer ball in front of his wife and daugher.
We live so differently than the people of Tinca, but we have one thing in common. Jesus Christ died for all of us, and because He loves them so do we.
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Blessings to you all. How wonderful to be sharing Jesus with so many in Tinca and to be meeting a need as well with clothing and other items. The pictures are so precious and speak so loudly. We have so much here, and they have nothing. I pray for peace and safety for your journey.
I would love to have that precious little blue-sweat suited boy whose parents consider cursed. He is adorable. Hopefully adoption for Romania will open soon?
May the Lord watch and protect you all-Christie Smith
God bless you all. You have brought so much love to these precious children and adults. You can see it in their faces on all your beautiful pictures. You have brought them joy and God's Love into their world and showed them that they are not forgotten. I was so saddened by your story of 2-year old Maria who was just abandoned by her mother. I wish you could bring her home with you and so many other children that need loving families. I also pray they will re-open adoptions and make it less complicated to adopt these children. How could a country want anything less for their children. I will continue to pray for them and for you all to have a safe trip home. Dena Pollard
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