I praise God for a safe and uneventful trip back to the States on October 10.  How difficult to leave our precious babies and ‘kids’, though!  Please pray over these cast-off ones for their angels to be so close to them, to protect them and shelter them from the cruelty of the orphanage workers.

Praising God that after 5 weeks of a serious sinus infection, natural meds that my beloved (now, Dr.) Ioana who worked with me for over six years, and all your prayers completely healed me.  (I love it that the Lord gave us natural products of the earth to keep our health in tow.)

“For the needy will not always be forgotten, nor the hope of the afflicted perish forever.”  – Psalm 9.18

In spite of a month-long sinus infection, and on-going problems with the Romanian government, there was much to rejoice over, and give the Lord ‘thanks with all my heart’ for in the month of August!  Once again, it was great joy for LFA to be able to give Pastor Ovi his financial support.  Please – if any of you who are not already giving a monthly support for Ovi and his family, it would be deeply appreciated . . . !

So thankful to the Lord to have arrived here in Romania July 12.  It was not without some difficulty.  Just a few short hours before leaving my home in Norton, MA, Air France let me know that my flight had been cancelled.  I love flying, but this is one of the reasons I don’t like traveling!  These incidents don’t concern just me, but other people I have to ‘put out’.  The one who takes me to Logan Airport, and the one who picks me up in Bucharest.  Within a couple of hours, I was contacted again to say that I would be flying that evening – at 11:00p on British Airways.  In my scurrying to finish last minute packing, I neglected to include some things in my luggage that I really wanted.  Notice I said ‘wanted’, not ‘needed’.  I have managed fine in my little flat in Brasov .

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 . . .