My trip to Moldova was really my first mission trip. I went to Mexico when I was in college for a few days on a church mission trip, but Moldova was so much more, so much more hands on. I came back from Moldova different. I’d experienced first hand the brokenness of those who have been victimized by human trafficking. These lives I’d communed with over Placinte & cried for in the darkness of the city touched me in a way that reading about another’s journey ever could have.
It was six months ago today that I stepped on a flight for a country that would leave echos in my soul. I really can’t believe that it’s been that long.
Since then I’ve witnessed a friend & her tribe spend time in Burundi visiting a village where they built a well. I was in Moldova with Idelette. She slept in the bed next to mine, and prayed over me when I needed it most. She has a passion for women all over the world. On her return trip from Burundi she stopped over in Moldova. The ache of missing that had waned re-surged. Seeing the friends I’d made. Seeing her be a part of what is going on currently with Beginning of Life caused a jealousy. Not a jealousy for her time in Moldova, but more a jealousy for the Good Thing that she’s doing.
Yesterday I wished that Shawn and I could have a lifestyle that enabled us to do more of these Good Things. To not be encumbered by work or finances. To be able to go to the least of these and have that communion with them that I’d experienced in Moldova. To be perfectly honest with you, this is what keeps me up at night. My heart’s passion is for the Orphan. I day dream about India & doing work with orphans there, about going back to Moldova. My heart longs to do the Good Thing for those who our world forgets about.
All these people, some whom I’ve met others I haven’t, are going. More than just for the sake of the Gospel, but because they take seriously the command to go, the command to look after the widow and the orphan. They’re telling the stories that even ten years ago we wouldn’t have been able to hear on such a global impact as we can today.
I long to do this Good Thing. To do the hard and dirty work that I feel has been lacking in Christian culture. I’m jealous for these opportunities and long for the day my feet and heart touch Indian soil and return to Moldova.