This photo is dedicated to Jo, who interpretated for me most of the week. Tonight all of us ladies cried as we said our “good-byes” to those of whom we put so much trust. 

The title of this blog is also dedicated to a young man that translated for me one day. After lunch one day, I said, “I am so full” and he then proceeded to ask the question I posed in the title of this post.  Poor soul. He had no idea the confusion he was stepping into trying to interpret for a true southerner.

Thursday, July 9th at 9:00am.

We have been driving for about an hour this morning and have about another thirty minutes to go. I’ll try to take this time to write you about yesterday. 

We did not arrive back at the hotel until 11:00pm last night. A Christian family from Piatra Neamt wanted to treat us to a nice dinner because of all our work. They were so kind as they had the restaurant roll out the red carpet for us. We were greeted by the family at the entrance of the door and traditional Romanian dishes were brought out like; baskets of fresh bread, bowls of fresh tomatoes, cucumbers, cheeses, meats, a variety of homegrown fruit and dishes of zacusca (roasted veggie spread) to the table. As we were seated, the hospitable family thanked us for our work for the Lord. I sat next to their son, Bin, who shared his testimony. It was so refreshing to hear a young person who is freshly reborn. And it caused me to reflect inwardly wondering if God is saying, “I know you are enduring patiently and bearing up for my name’s sake, and you have not grown weary. But I have this against you, that you have abandoned the love you had at the first.” (Revelation 2:3-4). 

It was rather warm in the restaurant and the main course was taking a while to come out so we all decided to step outside. Many of us walked around the grounds where we noticed the garden of which our vegetables would come and raspberries that we’re sure to arrive by the end of the evening too. There, we saw live chickens jive walking around and suddenly, I remembered that I had ordered the chicken schnitzel. A part of me thought, “Ooh, that’s so sad. But once my little chicken was brought out on my plate with it’s Romanian friend; herbed mashed potatoes – I forgot about the guilt. The food was phenomenal. I feel certain our driver had to air up the tires this morning after this team disembarked last night at 11:00pm. Immediately following, we all rolled ourselves off to bed. My roomie and I were nestled all snug in our beds, while visions of fresh tomatoes and cucumbers danced in our heads. 

The van ride this morning is much quieter. Lack of sleep and full tummies can do that to you evidently. I slept the best I’ve slept since Thanksgiving of 2014 and now that my body has adjusted to the time change…it’s nearly time to be abruptly jerked backwards in time – by eight hours (by the way).

5:40pm, Thursday 

We left our mission point about thirty minutes ago. Almost everyone is asleep. But I’m fighting off that crazy tired train and I’ll do so until we get off the plane from Bucharest to Amsterdam. Then, I may just slide out of my seat and onto the floor. And I’m pretty sure I will not have my bounce back in time for church service in Alabama, Sunday morning. 

We are heading to a church service tonight in Piatra Neamt where one of our evangelists will speak. Then we will be fed AGAIN. 

11:00pm, Thursday
Tomorrow morning we are heading to Bucharest; the Capital of Romania. It will take us seven hours. This is where we will catch our flight home early Saturday morning. I will write more on the drive concerning the last few days. (Mission work as opposed to food!) But for now, I am very tired. My roommate has already turned off the lights and fallen fast asleep. Love to you. And thank you for thinking of us over here. God uses all things for His glory. Amen (“Amin”). 😉

Blessing, 
Kimberly

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