The anticipation is great in leaving once again for my beloved Romania on July 11. And our kids at Barza Mica are equally as excited for my return. They don’t know the months, etc., but they do know that when it gets warm, it’s time for me to return. They even sit on a little rock wall outside the orphanage watching the planes go overhead and wonder if ‘that’ will be the plane that brings Mama Dawn . . .
May has been a really busy and challenging month! On the second day of the month, I got word via Corina (my translator, and overseer of the ministry while I’m out of the country) that there was another situation at Barza Mica that the director said ‘only Dawn could solve’. And, I knew that ‘only God could solve it for me’. If we didn’t get some steel transported to a place in Brasov where we could receive money for it, once again the government threatened us with closing the orphanage and taking the director’s license to operate from her. With God’s help – and with Ovi’s help to do the transporting, we were once again safe – and still had a place for our ‘kids’.
Thank you for praying concerning my trip from Romania back to the States. In my section of the plane which would ordinarily seat 90 people, there were only 12 of us. Not feeling very well from the flu, that was great – because not only I but the others, too, grabbed pillows and stretched out in all three seats, or as many as we wanted to!
It seems as though I was just asking for prayer for my trip from Michigan to Romania – and now here I am asking for prayer from Romania back to MA. I am in no way mentally or emotionally prepared to leave this ‘other land that I love’ on April 6. Please pray, not only for a safe trip back to the States, but that the Lord will guard my heart . . .
In my last ‘Update’, I asked for prayer concerning my trip to Romania on February 9, arriving in Brasov February 10. I think we all should have been praying ‘harder’. :)) The trip was a ‘bear’. From taking off an hour late in a blizzard in Grand Rapids, MI with the runway having to be constantly plowed and sanded/salted, and the plane de-iced – to a four-hour layover in Newark (with a late departure) – to absolutely no sleep on the eight-hour flight to Munich – to another four-hour layover in Munich (with a late departure to Bucharest) – to Ovi’s being 40 minutes late to pick me up due to traffic – to the three-hour trek up to Brasov, — by the time I reached my flat, my brain was mush and I felt like a truck had run over my body. All in EST, I went from 5:30a, Friday morning to 12:45p on Saturday – nearly 30 hours with no sleep. The trip took its toll. We’ll just have to pray more intensely over my next trip – and even more for that wisdom I’m always asking for. No more flights with two lay-overs! :)
