Romania trip part two

Thursday Dec 30
The day started out shopping after a bit of sleeping in. I went to bed earlier than past nights, but the sleep was needed because I was woken up in the middle of the night by some sort of whining creature, most likely a mouse. He had found his way between the wall and roof and was crying, perhaps because he was cold and stuck. A few times I heard him walking and sliding down the sloped roof. I’m not really sure what happened to him but he stopped making sounds after a while. Perhaps he gave up, or worse, perhaps he got inside the warm house. Either way, I was up for almost an hour dreading meeting my new friend. I never did see him, but there still are a few nights left.
In the morning we met Rebecca, Kiki and Dita to go shopping in town. As always, TM offered very little options for souvenirs, but the shopping was still enjoyable. Then we went back to the LOC houses for lunch and some hang out time. We played board games, chatted, watched a movie, took a walk to the local store and even skyped some people. I was able to give the kids the gifts some of their sponsors sent with me and it was great to see them open them (pictures and videos will follow for those that sent gifts). Sergiu even got to Skype Taryn to thank her personally for the gift, which was fun to observe. The time went by really fast and it was great to just hang out with the kids with no schedule at all. We followed it all with a nice dinner at The Atlantic with Jenny and then back to the house. I stayed up too late to work on the computer and write this blog, dreading a visit from my new pet creature living in the walls.

Friday, Dec30
Today was by far the longest and most emotional. The day started with the most fun I’ve had in a very long time. We went sledding at a place near the zoo with a ramp built for tubing…which meant amazing speeds. It was so much fun. I’m pretty sure I have not been sledding in almost 20 years, so it was great. The time with the kids was wonderful as well. After sledding, we had lunch at TipTop with the three youngest boys: Levi, Sergiu and Fanel. They were hilarious and seem to enjoy the special attention. We went back to the houses for some hang out time which quickly transitioned into our new years party. The kids had a cooking contest and then just hung out after dinner. During this time, I was able to have some really good chats with some of the girls and my father had some great times with the guys. The stories I was reminded of and the current struggles I was told about were hard to hear. It reminds me so much that even though by world’s standards these kids with their backgrounds of neglect and abuse have very little chance at success, God is fully capable of healing them and allowing them to live successful adult lives. I learned so many specific ways to pray for the kids. The party had some issues as some kids had attitude issues and did not want to participate. After all was said and done, only a few ventured out to the Center for music and fireworks. Only two girls came, Kati and Marga, both girls I had very little conversation time with the past years. We had some short but good chats on the van rides, which was great. Once in the center, somehow I ended up with Bela on my arm keeping me warm, and Levi by my side quietly enjoying the show. It was extremely cold, but a great experience to see a “traditional” (I assume) new years celebration. As I finish this blog at 1:40am Romanian time, I am still not tired (perhaps too much caffeine in preparation)

Romania Trip - first few days

Sunday and Monday Dec 26-27
The flights started out eventful already- a 1hr 10 min delay for the flight to Chicago to Germany. Those of you who know me, this is no surprise. Somehow with the help of some encouraging prayers and text messages, I was able to not stress. The long flight was the same as always, filled with movies and not a wink of sleep, as I can never sleep during flight. I did, however, have an amazing view of the moon, a first. It was a half moon with the light reflecting off the wings…relaxing to gaze at while the rest of the cabin slept. When we arrived in Germany, we were late as planned, but should still of had an hour and a half to make our connection. We stood up, eager to stretch. We gathered our bags in the isles, and we stood some more…and kept standing. The “Cherry Picker” for the door was frozen and would not work. No worries, we would use steps out the back. We stood waiting somewhat patiently. The stairs needed to be de-iced first. We waited, and finally the back door opened…only to be closed again. The stairs were attached but were not yet deiced. Finally, somehow the original exit plan succeeded after at least a 30 minute delay. We made it to our gate on time and quickly loaded the bus to board the plane. Boarding went quickly and we sat and waited for them to load our bags…and waited…and waited. I said I cannot sleep during a flight, but apparently I can sleep on a plane- I took about a 45 minute nap while someone took forever loading the plane. I was awoken by the engines as soon as the plane began to move, my only sleep during all the travel. We were now delayed over an hour on what was a little over a 2 hour layover. When we arrived, we had to walk all the way out of the security and back in again at the ticket gate. Somehow, this also meant paying for our extra checked bag fee…again? Annoying. Only after paying were our boarding passes printed and we proceeded on a long walk to our gate at the other end of the airport. We went straight to the bus to board the plane. At this point, I was starving from all the travel. My brilliant father decided that the best way to make my medicine cold was to scoop up a quart size bag full of snow while we waited on the bus…and the ziplock bag was carried on the plane to act as my very own portable fridge. We had a long wait on the plane once again, and I was able to drink some of the coldest medicine I’ve ever had while traveling. Finally we arrived in Cluj, only a little late, and of course, missing one bag- my checked bag. This was no surprise to Emil, an expert at dealing with the Wedgwood team and our various travel issues. It was taken care of quickly and we were off to TM. A warm shower later, I was ready to crawl in to bed, stretching my legs as much as I wanted without the pain of airplane noise.

Tuesday, Dec 28
In the morning we went to a Gypsy village for a short kids program. I was so tired and really just observed more than anything. Dragos led and was great with the kids. It was good to see the village, but a hard start after so little sleep. From there we went to lunch at the LOC houses. The kids were coming in from sledding and were so excited. They chatted about random stuff and met my dad. Gabi took us from there to the baby hospital via bus. Somehow, I was able to fall asleep on the way there and back. It was nice, but now as I sit up writing this, I regret it a bit. The babies were sweet and as always it was heartbreaking to see them stuck in their cribs. Gabi knew each one by name and knew their personalities as well, which was encouraging to see how God was using her there.
She dropped us off at McDonald’s afterward for some fancy fast food. We then changed into warmer clothes to take the LOC kids down to the Center to look at Christmas lights. We saw two Santas (a bit confusing for young kids when there are two right next to each other) and took tons of photos. It was very cold, but a great time to just bond with the kids. We were anxious to get home to warmth and hopefully a good nights sleep before the next long but amazing day began.

Wednesday Dec. 29
Today we ventured out to a village a few hours away to see Maria, the LOC teenager I used to sponsor. She moved away with her boyfriend’s family and her sister and brothers had not seen her in a long time. Two of the staff members, Gabi and Dan, were able to take all of them for a short reunion. We had no idea what to expect from this family she lived with. They were so welcoming. As soon as we walked in, the served us a plate full of cakes and other treats, complete with Coke. We chatted for only a few minutes before her boyfriend offered for my dad to go hunting with him. He was in no way dressed for this (nor a hunter) so he declined but was then asked if he would like to see the guns. The next hour was filled with excitement as the guys posed for pictures with the shotguns and pistol. Apparently, guns are rare in Romania, so it was a treat for them to even see one. During this time, the siblings were each able to spend some time with Maria and hopefully have some quality conversation. Then the family fed us all a great Romanian meal..sarmalis and some pork (probably from the severed pig head hanging in the yard) plus some French fries added for my benefit ☺
Overall, it was a great experience and my first time as guest in a Romanian home. The family was obviously financially stable and treated Maria great, which is a huge answer to prayer.
After the trip back, we hung out with the LOC kids at the houses and watched videos and played with PhotoBooth on my laptop. Then Jeff took us in to town to an “authentic Romanian Italian” restaurant…aka some pizza and pasta. We finished the day with one of my favorite things, raiding the local grocery store for some Milka bars. We got in early in time to relax and even get to sleep in a little tomorrow.

Romania week 1

A week in Romania has come and gone. Some of you kept updated via e-mail or facebook. I can not even begin to explain the spiritual struggles that the team and I have been through. I can't speak for my team, but this was the most difficult mission trip week I have ever experienced. In it all, God was so faithful. I have never before felt so clearly the prayer support of my church family and friends back home.

We lost bags, which meant lost meds for me and learned to share almost everything...and currently our team is continuing to be unified and patient while they wait in a nearby city, Cluj, hoping to get home after a canceled flight. There are so many other things that happened that are not for the blogging world to know...God worked through them all though.

In it all, I still had an amazing week. The morning group of kids was my Camp Week 1 group two years ago. The two I knew best and prayed for so often were not there...they moved back in with parents. But so many others remembered me as well. And new relationships were formed. The third day I shared a little about being adopted and my story and the kids on my team began to open up and share their stories as well. Two of the kids shared how God gave them the ability to forgive despite circumstances. The others in the group listened well, but it was evident that they did not understand. It was amazing to see two teenage boys take my story to the next level and share what it meant to surrender their pain and past to Christ.

The evening group was the LOC kids, a group I have now known for 4 years now. The time with them was fun but not nearly as deep. The first day I spent with the kids (before camp started) I was able to have some meaningful conversations. As soon as camp began, they seemed distracted. My prayer this week is that God will give me a chance to be bold and finish some conversations I need to have with them.

Monday brings another group of kids and new challenges. I have so much to sort through, but more than anything, I pray that I am aware and obedient to what God calls me to this week...each conversation and appointment I make will glorify Him.

p.s. sorry for any grammar/spelling errors. tried to spellcheck and its set to Romanian somehow...almost every word showed up as a misspelling.

Romania...the rest of the trip

There was no more time to write on the trip, but I wanted to finish the story for those of you wondering what happened the last few days. This is going to be long...it's a lot of days.
Wednesday was a great day of camp for most, but the green team presented a challenge. The older kids were not setting the best example, and the entire team was not allowed to go with us to our outing at The Weekend, a public pool. It was sad not to take the entire group with us, but I think it was a good lesson for the kids. That evening, we took a trip to The Center, which just like it sounds is the center of town. Not much was open, but we stopped for ice cream at my old favorite place, The Gallery Cafe (my fav last year only b/c of the free Internet). While we were sitting there, another American group passed by. The team leader noticed Emily’s Texas shirt and came back to talk to us. Turns out he is from Lubbock and just moved to Romania to teach English a few months ago. He gave me information on their program, which was pretty exciting. (Perhaps that’s why I randomly became certified ESL last month?)
Thursday was a much better day at camp for all teams. We had an afternoon of messy games followed by a water balloon fight that hardly seemed fair. Basically all the kids had balloons and none of the adults! I’m pretty sure Krisztina attacked me with at least 20 balloons. That evening we went to The Weekend for dinner with the mentor apartment group. It was great to see Gabi and the girls, especially Maria whom I sponsor. My mom and I had a bag of clothes for her but she was most excited about the Twilight themed bag. Apparently she is a huge Edward fan. But then again, who isn’t. ☺
Friday was a long day at a much nicer pool, The Apollo. The kids all had fun and we were worn out. My favorite part was at the end. We were given a chance to share with the kids and I shared a little bit about my testimony and tied it in to being adopted. During that time, Krisztina also finally admitted that she had fun all week, even though she had tried so hard to look bored all week. Friday night we convinced our translators Andrei and Violeta to hang out with us and walked all around TM, and of course they were tons of fun.
Saturday was by far the most difficult day. We woke up early to visit the Gyspy village and I had no clue what to expect. When we arrived, we learned that another group was actually there doing a camp with the kids. It seemed pointless to be there at first. But we walked around anyhow. Somehow, a few kids decided that Amanda and I were great for catching them as they ran full speed down a hill. It was pretty funny. The kids ran and jumped into our arms, then we spun them around and set them down just in time to catch the next child approaching. Definitely wore us out quickly but was great!
After the village, we headed to lunch and prepared gift bags, then to the Casas. Because of some of the craziness earlier in the week, the kids decided they wanted to throw us a “Thank You” party. It was the sweetest thing ever. As soon as I got out of the van, Krisztina brought me a card and told me not to read it until later. The kids sang songs for everyone and gave us treats. They even made us a slide show saying thanks. As I was eating my snacks, one of the kids came to me telling me that Krisztina was off by the fence crying for me. I went and sat with her and said goodbye. It was probably one of the hardest goodbyes I’ve said in Romania.
As if that wasn’t enough emotion for the day, we went straight from there to Sincrai group homes. I was greeted almost instantly with Ileana. It was so great to see her again, even if it was just for a few minutes. I would love to be able to sit down and really get to talk to her (with a translator of course…can’t get very deep with my limited Romanian).
From there we headed to the cookout and shared stories. After that, my mom and I went to Gabi’s to see where the mentor girls lived. It was so great to be invited and wonderful to be able to picture what life was like there. Gabi made us amazing cake made from scratch and the girls played on the iPhones. After, I stopped by my translator, Paul’s, house. It was only for a few minutes, but well worth it. I was able to see so many people from last summer I hadn’t seen yet and even found out Paul was my friend Laura’s brother. It’s a small world, or at least in TM it is ☺
The next day we had a lot of free time while waiting to leave. I was able to catch up with two of my favorite translators Ioana and Amy (ok, they're all my fav). Then we went shopping with the mentor girls for a few hours. At last it was time to board the bus.
Leaving did not feel real. It was so hard to leave not knowing when I will be back, but the trip was amazing and I know that no matter when I return, the relationships I built will continue.

Romania Update 1

Two days into camp and I’m already not wanting to leave.
Our trip started out a bit crazy. We had an hour connection from Germany to Romania and I spent the last hour of that flight praying we make it. The answer to prayer came through the man in the yellow vest…seriously. There were many others on our flight with tight connections and our plane was a little late. When I walked off the plane, I saw a man holding a sign that said “Bucharest”. He was there to escort us through security passageways to our gate. He used his key card to get us to our plane on time- a definite answer to prayer, especially because no other flight seemed to have that luxury. When we arrived in Bucharest, we found out that we made our flight, but 11 of our bags did not. After a 6-hour drive to Targu Mures, we settled into the hotel, shuffling to find things to sleep in and borrowing toiletries as best we could.
Saturday morning we headed to the baby hospital. There were so many more babies then the times before. I ended up left alone in a room full of toddlers. One was wearing my flip-flops walking around the room. Two were pulling out my hair clips and “doing” my hair. While a fourth tried to crawl on me to be held. It was heartbreaking how little attention they received. It is always so hard to leave them.
We did not get to go to Zau as we had planned- which was sad. Instead we spend Saturday sorting through our 11 bags as they finally arrived. We met the departing Irish “Edge” team for a cookout then walked around TM.
Sunday was of course church. I was excited to see old friends. My friend Gabi greeted me right away and I spend the entire service talking to Ani about silly things…I was one of the many with no translator. Don’t worry; we did not disturb anyone else…too much.
Sunday afternoon the team met the Casa kids for the first time. They made connections instantly. Then we headed to the office for some time with the Campnita girls. These state care girls were my first group at camp last summer. I was amazed to find that Rodica not only remembered my face but also ran to me saying my name as soon as she saw me. She listed every team member as well. She attached herself to me right away and told me stories of herself and her siblings, Bobby and Ileana. These three were the family that I connected with the most last year. God put each one of them in my path and we connected in separate ways. I was so blessed to see her again and hope to see her sister next Saturday.
Monday and Tuesday were spent with the Casa kids at camp. The team stepped right up into leadership and the kids love them. The first day we had our all-girls cupcake decorating. Some of the cupcakes were not so pretty, but everyone had fun. One of the girls even said it was the best day of camp she ever had. Tuesday we took the kids to a nursing home to hand out flowers. Some of the kids were really scared, but a few were amazing. Catalina was playing games with one; Daniel was walking around with an old woman who could not have been happier. They truly brought smiles to faces.
The rest of the days will be continued in future blogs…this one is long enough. Please keep praying!

Romania 2009

It's late and I should be in bed. In fact, I was reaching for my "real" journal but instead decided I needed to blog. On Thursday, I leave for my third trip to Romania.
Many of you reading followed my last trip via blog. I doubt I will have time to blog on the trip as its only 10 days long. But it is already full of emotion. It is almost a year exactly since I was last there. I am so excited to go back, but so many other things are on my mind as well.
One of my favorite parts about Livada, the ministry in Romania, is that I get to see the same kids year after year. I am starting to see some of them grow up. It's amazing. Last year, I didn't want to leave. I knew it was time to, but I was feeling called to come back and possibly even more long-term. As a prayed through the fall, I was surprised (and I must confess a bit disappointed) to hear from God that I needed to lead a team this summer. Don't get me wrong - leading a team is great. But leading a team meant I could not spend the entire summer there and I of course could not spend even longer there. It didn't seem to make sense, but I reluctantly obeyed.
Now, I am leaving for Romania with a team of eight ...some youth, some peers/adults, and my mom. I can't tell you how fun it is to hear my youth speaking Romanian. Not only are those eight a part of Romania, but countless people in the church and a few in the community have become involved. Even my students helped (by helped, I mean bought my overpriced candy bars for a fundraiser, but it still counts). Now, so many people in my life are a part of Romania. I would not trade that for anything.
As I leave, obviously there are many prayer concerns for the trip, a few being travel, safety, unity, and to expect great things from God. But my biggest personal prayer is that God shows me how Romania fits in my future. I don't need all the details, just a peace about what to do next. This coming week, I will have to face some Romanian friends who are disappointed I did not move there. I don't even know what to say some of them, nor do I know what the future holds. As I wrestled with dreading those conversations, God used a bible study tonight to remind me of the way He works. The main point: Balancing Passion with Patience. I know I am passionate about Romania and I was ready to dive in fully a few years ago. Patience did not come easy; I'm not even sure it came at all- I waited, but not always patiently. But the little patience I had allowed me to invite many others to be a part my passion. Who knows what else patience can bring as I wait on His timing.

Romania Videos 4:Body Builders

And I could not resist showing a clip of the "body builder" competition, a fav of mine every week. This is the same as the one I posted before, but the sound makes it that much more fun.

Romanian Videos 3: Camp Cheers

Cheering for our teams...it was this crazy every week. This is from week one, when I was team SUA.
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Romania Videos 2

This is my team winning first place...what a great moment

Romania Videos

Just had a friend send some videos from Romania. This one is from camp worship time, one of my fav videos because it shows the personality of girl I sponsor, Maria.

from on RO to another

As I prepare to write this blog, part of me wishes I was still in Romania and everyone around me is aware that my heart is still there I really just did not want to be back at work in River Oaks. But God has really encouraged me this week.
Anyone who knows me well knows that I like my job MOST of the time, but my biggest discouragement is that students will drop out suddenly. It sometimes makes me feel like it is all pointless. However, today I was blessed with two wonderful students back in my life. They were on my heart and in my prayers months after they left, and now today I once again have a chance to be a part of their lives. In a previous blog back in May, I wrote about both these students. Read there backgrounds here http://elamourie.blogspot.com/2008/05/highs-and-lows.html. The first I called Manuel. He read his first book ever in my class and we talked many days as he shared his fears about being a young father. He was kicked out of school for low attendence. He had to work so he could afford to support his son. Today I saw him for the first time since April. He was so excited to see me and told me how his son had grown so much. He still feels graduation is impossible, but he is determined to finish school so he will provide a great life for his son. I am so excited that I get to be part of his life again.
The second was Amanda. One day last May she just stoppped showing up. I knew she had just ended things for good with her "baby's daddy" and was worried where she could be. Today she came back. She could not stop talking about her son and all the time she had spent with him this summer. I know she feels like she can be open and honest with me still and I look forward to continuing to build my relationship with her.
Today also deepen a relationship. A student I had last year came to me today because she is pregnant. Let's call her Maggie. She is so scared and considering her options. She and I talked a lot about adoption but she knows her parents would never let her have that option. They will want her to keep the baby , but she has goals and plans that cannot happen being a teenage mother. They would probably kick her out among other things. We talked about Gladney Adoption Center and I shared what it felt like to be adopted. I was honest with all her questions, even the hard ones. She is thinking things through and I hope and pray I can help her make the decisions she needs to make.
Now I remember why I love to teach :)

Week 6- Franta

I am not even sure how to put this week into words, but I will try. This week was by far the most emotional, partly because the kids on my team were very emotional, but also because many moments my thoughts would dwell on the fact that it would be my last week in Romania. It was an amazing week to end on and I learned so much, but it took a lot out of everyone.
Going into the week some team members prayed that I would be blessed with opportunities to minister to teenage girls (so far aside from the Casa week last week my groups are teenage boys and younger girls). The very first day I was a little worried because our group had one girl, Meli, and four leaders. But God answered my prayer with four teenage girls: Meli, 17; Ana Maria who went by Usagi, 17; and her sister Lora, 14; and Erika, 20 (but she counts as a teenager in my book). Our team also had Erika’s boyfriend who came attached to her, Tranifur, and then Jonas, 18.
The very first day our team had some issues. Meli was the only one there that day and she burst into tears when the team lists were read. One of the translators, Dora, did an amazing job calming her down. She was upset because she didn’t like the girls on our team and she was separated from her boyfriend. Since she was the only one on the team I was worried she would not want to do anything. Not only did she do all the cheers, she played so well in the games that after the first day our team was in 1st place. Meli’s father died a while back and Rick, on our team members, was amazing at stepping in and loving her like a father would. He of course shared that even if he could not be there, God was her father. She and I talked about the fact that I was adopted and her struggles with why things happen. I am not sure how God used any of my words, but she listened. She struggles so much with believing in a God she cannot see. One of my prayers for her was that she would be able to feel His presence and know He is real.
Usagi and Lora were sisters and both were so quiet at first. They didn’t want to cheer or participate. The two of them and Meli spend most their time at the campfire smoking. I spent most of the first day with the smokers praying for opportunities, and God provided. I found out that both Meli and Usagi knew a little English. Usagi also listened to my story about being adopted and from that moment on, we really connected. She invited me down to the fire pit to chat with them each time they went to smoke. She understood English and I understood most Romanian, but both of us were not very good at speaking, so I spoke English and she responded in Romanian. It actually worked really well. Usagi was really into Japanese animation, hence her name change. She and Lora both had their hearts softened and began to sing the songs, listen to the messages, and just act like kids. Lora made the same progress and connected really well with the other American team member, Rachel, who was only 12. The two of them played volleyball the entire time and she started acting 14 again. After the first day, she didn’t join her sister at the smoking pit any longer- she just wanted to play.

Jonas is hard to describe. He brought me a CD with his picture on it and started talking in Romanian. I understood something about him looking handsome, but I couldn’t get the rest. Apparently he was just telling me how good looking he was. He loved to sing Manile (Romanian music) but didn’t want to sing “God songs”. He did however have compassionate heart. Isaiah was on crutches all week and Jonas was literally at his side constantly during the days. After Isaiah left, he clung to me and I am pretty sure he kissed my cheek at least a total of 50 times during the course of the week. He did stay to listen to the last message, the one that talked about having a relationship with God. My prayer for him is that those words will just continue to come back to him.

The couple, Erika and Trandifur, both stayed together the entire time and didn’t really want to participate in anything. I did however get opportunities to talk to both of them each meal. Thursday morning was really difficult though. The two fought and Erika would not say a word to anyone. I just sat with her for a while and prayed for her in English, then finally took her to the doctor. The two of them and Meli’s boyfriend actually got sent home for some other issues, which I was afraid would discourage our team, but they stuck together. Even Meli, who was crushed that her boyfriend had to leave, was able to pull things together to play the games and listen to Brian’s message. When Thursday night hit, each one of them cried the as the first words of prayers came out of our mouths. I have never connected so much to the entire team. It was amazing. Overall we finished 2nd, which was a great end to such an emotional week for each of them. The goodbyes were some of the hardest I’ve had to do, but I know God will continue to work in each of their lives.
As always, below are the photos...

RO Week 6 Franta

Week 5 -UK (Casa Kids)

This is a pic of our team getting first place!! This week, we took the kids from Livada’s care to camp. It was so much easier than all the other weeks because most of the kids knew some English. We did not take any volunteer translators, only the Romanian staff members, Alina and Ovi, and our main translator, Alexandra. My group was made up of a few of the kid, including the girl I sponsor, Maria, Cornel, Katy, Krisztina, Daniela, Levi and Stefan. I had met each one of them during previous visits to the Casas, but this week I was really able to build relationships with a few of the girls, especially Maria.

I asked ahead of time to be in her group and was hoping to spend a lot of time with her. But from the first day, Krisztina decided she always wanted to stand by me in line all the time. I had been to the Casas a few times and tried to talk to her but she never seemed interested, yet as of Monday, she and I really clicked. She had so much energy, which I am told is not normal for her. She is a bit of a tomboy so she was great to have around on the games. She constantly told me she loved me and even made me a bracelet. My favorite memory of her will be when we made her our “body builder”. She really wanted to do it, but we weren’t sure she had it in her. Not only did she take on the role, dancing and posing, she also helped us win first place. During the last night of prayer I had been warned that she would probably not be focused. As I went up to pray for her, she took me aside far from the group. As soon as I finished my prayer, she asked to pray for me. I didn’t understand much since it was in Romanian, but I know she thanked God for sending me to camp with her. It is a moment I will always remember.

Kati was a bit tougher. She obviously crazed love and attention, but she would shy away as soon as it was given to her. She wanted to be so independent, but I could see how self-conscience she was in almost everything she did and said. One day, she hurt her toe on the slip and side and I tried to help her walk to the doctor’s tent. She would not lean on me, but she allowed me to walk with her as she hopped. As soon as we got to the doctor, I took her hand. She suddenly pulled away, saying, “Don’t touch me” (her favorite English phrase I think). But as the doctor poured alcohol on the cut, she reached for my hand again. As soon as the sting was gone, she pushed my hand aside and once again said, “Don’t touch me”. This is sort of a picture of who Kati was all week. She obviously has a lot of hurt and mistrust in her past, and I know the years with Livada have helped, but I also know she needs so much prayer, especially now as she is in her teenage years. My prayer for her is not only that she will know Christ personally, but also that she will be able to find her identity and confidence in Him.

Maria and I did not get to spend much time together at camp. But the times we had were wonderful. Going into the day Thursday, my prayer was that God would really help me have deep meaningful conversations with her. During the walk to town, Krisztina clung to me the entire way there, so I wasn’t able to talk to Maria much. But the way back, somehow it ended up being just her and me. We had a great conversation about her family and background. Then that night, after I prayed for her, I still longed for more. I prayed for the rest of the kids in the group, then went back to sit with her. We started talking again, about the future, when I could visit again, and if my family could come meet her. She said she loved spending time with me and both of us almost cried, but we knew it wasn’t goodbye yet. I can’t even imagine what goodbye will be like. Even though our communication is sometimes limited, I feel like she is one of my “youth”. She is the same age as the girls I disciple back in Texas and in so many ways I feel like she is one of them. I wish I could stay and disciple her, but I know for now at least, I need to go back to Texas. As I pray to hear God’s voice for future plans, I pray and hope that Maria will be a part of it.
The rest of the kids were also such a blessing, but this is already too long. Each one of them made me smile and laugh. Team UK produced their own version of the Spice Girls as well as many other fun memories. Below is the link to the pictures and a special treat – a clip of Krisztina winning the body builder competition. Once again, there is no sound, but it was MC Hammer’s Too Legit To Quit. You know you love that song, so just play it or sing it while you watch. Enjoy.

RO Week 5 UK (Casas)

Week 4- Romania

This week I finally got a chance to be the “home team”, Romania. This week was probably one of the most difficult and emotional of all, but amazing. This blog will be a different format than the past few because the week was so different. My team was wonderful, but God opened the doors for me to bond with a few kids not on my team…so I’m just going to tell a little about each kid whether on my team or not.

We took the kids from group homes called Sincrai. We visited there a few weeks back and one of the boys, Florin, instantly clung to me. I found out quickly that he loved my camera most of all. He was not in my group, but he is actually responsible for most my photos this week. From the first day meeting him, he told me he loved me, even when he didn’t want my camera (though usually he asked for it shortly after). He was cute and knew how to use that to his advantage. It was hard to say no to him at times, and usually if I said no, he would find someone else with a camera to cling to. But he always came back to me. We had a “handshake” that I taught him those few weeks back and he remembered all of it this week. He was such a blessing in my life and made me smile and laugh even through a difficult week of feeling sick everyday. The many pics of the two of us smiling should show it all. I am pretty sure we took about 15 pics just the two of us, but I narrowed it down for my album. ☺

Ileana was so much fun right from the beginning. She was on my team and participated in everything. She loved to dance and to cuddle. During the Thursday night time of prayer, she was obviously emotional as I prayed. Afterward, she even prayed for one of the leaders. She and I really connected the last day at the pool though. She had a bracelet she made with her brother and sister’s name, Boby and Rodica. I told her that I was their camp leader (Week 1) and she lit up. All three of them somehow were put in different group homes. They talk on the phone, but it doesn’t seem like they see each other often. She told me that Rodica said she loved me and was so excited that I had been their leader too. It was such a blessing, not only to bond with her but to know that I made an impact on Rodica as well. Boby and I obviously connected, but Rodica was much more of a challenge. Ileana spend the rest of the day with me, drew me a picture, and gave me her email to send her pictures and letters. It was a great way to end the week.

The last story of the week is of Adrianna, one of my girls from last year. My favorite part about last year was working with the teenage girls. So far this summer, I have not had a chance to get to know any. I did not know Adrianna was a part of our camp until late Tuesday when we finally saw each other. She is quieter by nature and although she hugged me, we did not talk much. Last year, we were with Ana Maria and the three of us talked a lot via Ana Maria and I speaking in Spanish. This year since Adrianna was not on my team we spoke very little. I kept praying for opportunities to talk to her and none came. The last day, she told me in Romanian that she wanted my email address to write me. I was so excited. Her sister knows English and so she said she will write me in English. I may not of had the opportunity to talk to her this week, but I am so excited about what God can do through e-mails.

There are so many more stories to tell, but I’ll save those for when I see you in person. The rest of my group was Rares, Adrianna’s brother who loved to make me laugh, Luci, a sweet-spirited guy with the best laugh ever, Adina, a tomboy with amazing soccer skills, Ioana, the educators daughter who was adorable, Mihai, the cutest little boy who could yell ROMANIA louder than anyone else, and the older boys, Pippi and Bela, who could dance with amazing skill. If it works, there is a video of them dancing in costumes for our advertisement. There is no sound (my camera has no mic) but turn on your favorite Romanian techno music while you watch and enjoy.


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RO Week 4 Romania

A week in the life of an intern...

Ok I realize that I have been blogging all these deep emotions about camp and I haven't actually shared what we do. I am going to explain a very generic version of what a week is like in Romania. I will try hard to leave out stories and emotions...but its me :)

MONDAY
Usually we sleep in a bit and do some stuff around the house/town. At about noonish -we go to the office for lunch and divide into Countries (teams) with translators and the visiting group. We take some time to pray for the week then head out to the orphanages or group homes. When we arrive, we paint nails and play with kids. After we know all the kids are with us, the Romanian volunteers start us off with a skit explaining that the Olympics in China are canceled and instead will be at Vetca...only we need people to compete. We divide the kids into teams and after some cheering and face paint start off the competition with four sets of games. At the end of the games, we say goodbye. We are usually exhausted as we arrive back at the office for our pizza dinner. Evenings are free and usually include walking someplace to use the internet or packing.
TUESDAY
Tuesday mornings always involve packing and taking that last "real" shower before heading out to camp. The bus picks us up about noon and we head out to Vetca. We arrive a few hours before the kids and set up their tents making sure each kid has sheets, a pillow, and two blankets for the cold nights. By the time kids arrive, we manage to finish (usually) and have enough energy to cheer for them. After camp rules and moving in to there "5-star" tents, we create our team flags...and usually spill paint everywhere. Then we have an amazing game of wiffleball. Romanians seem to have no concept of baseball, the translators and the kids are always so confused. Picture a clip from the beginning of the Bad News Bears and multiply the lost confused kids by about 10 and you have our game. Kids pile up on first base and the ball is thrown to just about every person before the next pitch. Its a bit stressful, but most weeks all I can do is laugh. In the evening, we have "Club" time, a great talk about how rules are actually in place to make life better. Then we play around a bit more until its dark enough for a camp fire and smores. By then, its 10ish and time for bed...and everyone of us is very ready.
WEDNESDAY
We begin every morning at camp with an 8:00 meeting to discuss the day and pray for energy (very needed at this point). At 8:30, we begin "morning exercises" with the kids - mostly dancing around to YMCA and other choice songs while doing stretches, always fun. It even gets me energized and everyone who knows me knows I am NOT a morning person. After breakfast, we have "Club" time again and then stations of games. The kids also get to make a t-shirt and memorize the days verse.Then free time and lunch, followed by slip-in-slide and sometimes another water game. This usually involves hosing off at the end, the only shower for many the entire week. The evening is the wonderful "Messy Games" Olympics, a series of fun games for more points. By the end of it all, its once again time for bed to rest before another day at Camp Vetca.
THURSDAY
Morning meeting at 8:00 always seems so early by Thursday. The morning exercises and breakfast are pretty much the same. Then "Club time again, and the singing usually wakes me up. The stations for the day include decorating a picture frame and each kid gets a photo of the team to take home. After lunch we make AMAZING advertisements for our team's country. These will hopefully be posted online later, but let me tell you they are funny even if you don't speak the language. Afternoons include a walk to the village for ice cream and conclude with a Decathlon that usually has about seven or eight games (hmm). After dinner, we watch the videos and create our own body builders (great for photos). Then we learn the final standings for the week (still working on getting the gold medal). We conclude the evening with my favorite part of the week, a time of prayer for each of the kids on our team. This part of the night includes tears, laughs and lots of pictures. The kids go to bed with a gift bag full or little items that they love and a camp t-shirt. By this time, we are usually all emotional as well.
FRIDAY
Friday morning after the meeting and exercises, we help the kids pack up and load the buses. We head out to "The Weekend" a really large public pool. We spend our last day with the kids swimming and playing around at the pool and then say our goodbyes. By the time we get back to our house, we are exhausted and usually shower for the first time since Tuesday. The rest of the night is almost always low key.
SATURDAY
I usually have no trouble sleeping in these days. We have the option of visiting the orphanges, the Casas (Livada's own kids) or hanging out around town. For dinner, we head to the Livada office for a cookout with the visiting team, usually followed by hanging out with them.
SUNDAY
Most Sundays I have been going to the Baptist church down the road which is actually very similar to our churches. After church, we have afternoons free. Dinner is always with the other interns at the house and we gather for a time to share our weeks and what God has been teaching us. We pray and prepare to begin it all again...

Week 3- Germania

This week was a very different week. We had a group of teenagers, my absolute favorite. Most of my group ended up being 18-23 year old guys, so I can’t say I really got to know any of them well but we had a lot of laughs. And most importantly, we finished 2nd. We were amazing at all the games, a drastic changes from previous weeks. The boys got a bit competitive at times, but they obviously had fun.

Levi is an artist with amazing talent. He created most of our Germania flag (not all of it…that would have been cheating). God has gifted him with the ability and he uses it to create and sell works of art. He is 23 years old and I know God has great plans for his future.
The younger Levi loved to hang out with the guys. He had such a fun time hanging out with the guy interns that at times I felt bad trying to move him to our group. However, he seemed to love every minute with us too. My favorite memory of Levi will be when I allowed him to paint my nails blue and apply makeup. It looked ok until he added the blush. And he painted the outline of my nails first then filled in the middle.
Szabi is crazy and had my laughing so much. He spoke English a little and after a short conversation about my life, he decided to call me teacher. It was so funny to hear him calling out “Teacher, Miss teacher” in his Romanian accent. He was always the one to cheer the loudest for the team, mostly cheering right in the ear of one of our team members. The kids obviously look up to him, so my prayer is that He can be an example for them.
Aghi had herself literally attached to me about half way through the day Tuesday. When I went to my tent, she was waiting outside. When I went to the bathroom, she was standing right outside my stall. It was a huge test of patience. She obviously needed and craved attention and love, but those of you who know me well know that it is REALLY not my thing to be touchy-feely. With a little help from other team members (providing distractions every once in a while so I could pee in peace) I was able to change my attitude and hopefully really imact her as well. I was able to pray for her brothers surgery one morning with one of the other translators as well as pray Thursday night. Hopefully God will use that in her life.
Ilie was quiet with me but loved to be a part of the team (He was obviously NOT quiet with other Romanians). Gyongyi was the same way. I wish I could have spent more one on one time with them, but they both had a blast with the video and the games. We had one other team member, Zoli, who was the caretakers son. He joined us with most events and seemed to have fun as well. We didn’t get to talk much, but it was great to see his mother cheering on him and the other kids with each game.














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RO Week 3 Germania

Week 2 - TEAM UK

After one week of camp, I guess I felt I knew what to expect. But I was wrong.
This week was entirely different. Week one was made up of young kids and special needs kids. This week, my group was made up of four teenagers and three little kids. My translators were once again great, and I also had a few guys from the Irish team helping out.
The first few days, I didn’t feel very well and did not feel I connected well with the kids. I took some time out one afternoon to really pray that God would give me opportunities to connect with each one and He answered.
Ionel was the oldest teenage boy in our group. He was placed in the group while we still had mostly little kids and I automatically assumed he would be one of those kids that was too cool to have fun with us. I was very wrong. He cheered the loudest and encouraged the other boys to participate. It was wonderful to have him as part of the team. He also knew a little English which was great to talk to him and allow him to help translate during meals.
Adi was one of our youngest. He was adorable and a great soccer player for a kid his size. He didn’t talk much but always seemed to be having fun. The picture is of him and one of the translators, Timi.
The other young one on our team was Lunita, an adorable kid who knew she was cute and tried to use that to get her way. She would play with my hair during all the talks and cuddle up for me and ask for her water even though she knew she was not allowed to have her bottle during the club time. Then she would pout, turn the other way, and cuddle up with someone else to try the same thing. She was a handful, but so fun to have on the team. She let me do her makeup and nails but she insisted on putting many layers of bright lipstick on. Love that about kids.
Flavius was younger and usually very quite. During free time, he usually chose to play by himself. He might have been quite, but he had tons of energy. About half way through the week, he decided he absolutely loved Jamie, one of our Irish guys. He attached himself to Jamie the rest of the week and kept Jamie running around the pool all day Friday. This is him and Ovi, one of the Livada staff members.
Marcel was a younger teenager with amazing athletic ability, a great plus to have on the team. But what I loved most about him was his smile. He had a smile on his face the entire week. He loved to practice his English with the leaders. He was always wanting to share with everyone in the group. It was amazing to see him so happy in the midst of all the circumstances in his life. It seems I didn't take any "normal" pics of him, but this one captures his personality.
The last two girls, Edit and Judit, were sisters. They joined our team late Monday. The picture below is of both of them, plus Lunita because she just had to be in the picture, but she is not one of the sisters :). They were older, 18 and 19 if I remember correctly. Both of them were very quiet. I learned that they had not seen their mother in 14 years and were in the orphanage because their father was in prison. I have worked with a lot of students with similar stories but the hard part was learning that their father was in prison for killing their brother. I cannot even imagine what that is like for them. I have no idea how long ago this happened, but they don’t seem like they have been in the orphanage too long.
The last night when we prayed, everyone was laughing and not very focused. When I prayed for both sisters, I prayed for their family, including their father, and that they would know Christ as the heavenly father. They were laughing too and I didn’t even thing they were listening. But they knew enough English to understand the word father, so after they asked one of the translators what I prayed for them. I was able to explain a little about my prayer and that God is their father even though their earthly father failed them. I have no idea what God will do with that, but I will continue to pray that He reveals himself to them as Father.

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Week 2 of Camp - Team UK

Week 1 of Camp, TEAM SUA

Last year, I wrote pages and pages about my trip, only a week long. This time I have many weeks left of camp, so I will try really hard to keep it short. I may not succeed. I am not even sure where to begin with all the stories and pictures I have, but let me share a little about each kid in my group, starting with the girls.

Ana Maria was shy and sweet when it came to our group, but any chance she had, she was off visiting another team meeting boys from other group homes. Honestly, I had patience with her but the other groups did not. They kept getting annoyed that she was in the group. It wasn’t til the last day that she finally felt part of the group. She became involved in the games and was genuinely sad to leave. Hopefully, she listened a little bit to the message.

Rodica was the most challenging of the group. She was fine on second, and off pouting across the field the next. Anytime she messed up at a game, she threw things and ran off. It was challenging to try to encourage her without knowing the language. The translators were very helpful, and by the end of the week, she was in tears not wanting to leave. She might have been the most challenging, but she was also the most in need of love and attention. At the end of the week, we get a chance to pray for each kid on our team. Praying for her was the hardest because she pulled away from my arms and resisted so much. I know she couldn’t understand my words and that’s probably best, but she more than any I saw this week is very in need of emotional healing.


Arpy and Rupy were the calm within the craziness of our group. Both of them were full of energy and wanted to win. Rupy was a wonderful athlete and loved to help the team. But he also loved to cuddle with any of us who would let him. Arpy tried so hard in all the games and didn’t get discouaraged even if he didn’t do well. He was very attentive during all the lessons, and remembered the details. My prayer for him is that God will allow Arpy to understand all the truth he learned this week.

Then there was Nicosor, a young boy with autism. He was so happy all week long. I am not sure how much of any game he understood, but he always had fun. The simple things were enough to make him smile. He was such a blessing. My prayer for him was that God would help him understand His truth as I know He can.



Last but not least takes a little introduction. While praying about camp this week, my slightly lazy, selfish side was praying for a deep bond with one of the girls, preferably one who liked to sit around and paint nails, create fun hairstyles. God had the complete opposite in mind for me this week and it was such a blessing.

Even before camp started, we heard stories about a kid named Boby who was built like a body builder, full of energy, and only eight years old. Though he sounded fun, I figured the many male interns on this trip would keep him entertained. I can’t imagine a child more opposite of me in personality. Not only did Boby end up in my group, he also attached himself to me. During free time he didn’t want to play soccer with the other kids because they were not good enough. But he wanted to play with me. During group times, he was always cuddling with me, if my arms were around him, his were around me. Instead of relaxing during free time, I was chasing Boby around the entire camp. I was exhausted but it was worth it.

When we finally had to say goodbye, he gave me the longest hug and told me he loved me in Romanian. It was an amazing week.

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Week 1 of Camp -Team SUA (RO)

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A few days to rest

I have started 3 out of the last 4 blogs with the words "at last" somewhere in the title. How very unoriginal, but it expresses my anticipation for the weeks to come. The past few days, however, was time for much needed rest.

Friday was a relaxing day of shopping and doing laundry. It was in no way exciting, but the rest was much needed. We did go to training with the 40+ high school age volunteer translators, almost all females. They all love to practice English and laughed at my Romanian pronunciations (mispronunciations that is). Those of you who know I love working with teenagers can imagine how exciting that was. I pray I will be able to build relationships with each of the girls I work with this summer.

Saturday I slept in as much as I could (til 9) and headed out to Real for some snacks to take to camp. It was easy to get the taxi to Real but we weren’t really sure how to take a taxi back. I was able to practice my Romanian skills and ask around for a taxi with very little problems (good think pointing is universal language). Then when our taxi number arrived, a woman ran toward it to take it from us. We didn’t know what to do, but I knew it was our taxi we called for, so I just stuck my head in the window and told the driver where we were going and we got in. The lady looked mad, but another taxi pulled up right after. It would have been more polite to say “Sorry, this is our taxi number so you will just need to wait” but the only words of that I know are “Sorry…taxi…” so I didn’t even try.

Then I went to Casa Ana to visit Maria again. I showed her pictures on my laptop. She loved seeing pictures of my family (also sponsoring her) and of my apartment and car. Honda is a rare import here, so they were very impressed with my fancy car (where as Mercedes makes the local garbage trucks here). Then I opened up Photo Booth and the real fun began. The kids enjoyed making silly faces for almost an hour. Below are some of the photos we took. Enjoy.