One year ago today....

Our little family of four landed in Budapest, Hungary following the Lord's leading on our life, not knowing the outcome.

Walking by faith and not by sight.

We got all eight of our duffle bags and loaded them into a warm van with a sweet Romanian driver.  We had good conversation in the little broken Romanian that we knew and the little English that he knew. He drove right up to the door step of the Bruski's home where we were greeted by Patrick, a teenage intern who stayed there for a year.

This was the beginning of such a work God was doing in my heart and in Steve's.  It was just the beginning of something that is still unraveling with the sole purpose of sharing the Gospel and making Christ known among the nations.

I think of Romania and the missionaries and our Romanian friends every. single. day! I miss it more and more with each day that I am not there. My heart longs to go back to visit, knowing that I am exactly where God wants me for this season.  I am eager for August to come because, Lord willing, I will return for a short trip.  There is so much life to be done until that time, but until then I pray and watch the Lord have His way here and there and all around the world.

Today is a day of remembering Romania for me and really remembering what HE has done in the last year--our Faithful Provider!