Excerpt From My Journal, Sunday, November 28, 2021

Here I sit. On a bench in a walking park (playground equipment, too) beneath rustling branches on the cusp of frosty ere-winter. Bright, strange houses surround me, and a fortress church long abandoned-- steeples, clocks, wall, and all-- looms quietly to my right. The warm sun glows on every west-facing surface.

Here I am in Europe, in Romania, in Transilvania, in a bustling village called Breteiu.

The smell of the damp outdoors, the far-off sounds of children's laughter and construction, and the November breeze capture my attention today. I feel as if my senses are dulled and yet filled with wonder.

I can't help but question again. Why am I here? I know: "To glorify God." I know; but I don't understand.

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Așa, God is creative. He is supremely faithful, too, and He will make a way.

I hope that tomorrow I get to work a lot, and that at some point I can find Romanian Christmas presents for everyone at home.

Here I leave you.

Warmly,

Ruth