tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69017087333525654532024-03-13T04:54:28.702-07:00The Roberts in Romania BlogUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-37614418708577498082013-01-03T03:31:00.000-08:002013-01-03T03:31:37.502-08:00The Norm<div style="text-align: center;">
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Most days in Bircii go on like normal.</div>
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Many of those days I walk our road,</div>
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whispering a prayer as I walk past the Ministry Land.</div>
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In the winter months, I'm thankful for these attachable cleats,</div>
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My milk is waiting for me, </div>
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and somebody else's drink is waiting for him. </div>
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I head back home, and imagine the torrents of water that will wash down this gully when spring arrives.</div>
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In the house I start the supper preparation, pasteurizing the milk, then bottling it. </div>
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The sausage has made it's journey from Heather and Pavel's pig, and via their butchering, packing and curing, is now cooking slowly in our home. </div>
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Today I'm wishing many of you could join us for the norm.</div>
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Thankfully, He already has.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>"Where can I go from your Spirit? Where can I flee from your presence?" Ps. 139:7</em></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">In fact, I remember, oh too clearly, getting a dozen roses from an once upon a time suitor. "It's a nice thought, but really, they are going to die." I told my Mom.</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">(That comment may have been more about the suitor than the flowers. Getting flowers from my current suitor, my husband, brings a response I don't usually share with my Mom.)</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">Gifts just aren't my love language. </span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, when my friend mentioned she was going to bring me an early birthday gift, I wasn't sure what to expect. I was definitely looking forward to her visit, however. She's young and fun, speaks English, and helps me understand Romania. </span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">Plus, it seems like </span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">there's this easy-chair in my heart that was made for her.</span></span></i></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">Wanting my friend to have a Romanian welcome, I put out my favorite mugs on a new-to-me serving tray (another wonderful story of another<br />God-sent gift), then fill a bowl with these crispy, snap lightly in your teeth and drift satisfyingly around your mouth, luscious vanilla cream rolled wafer cookies, and dig through the cabinets to find two napkins,</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">carried all the way from the States.</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">I hear my name from the gate and there she is! We're not sure if we should do an American hug or a Romanian kiss on the cheeks, so we fumble through both. Into the house we clamor and then she begins.</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">"I wanted to get this to you before I leave for school. My mom made it."</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">Her Mom? Her Mom? Her Mom left for heaven a few short years ago, and I know</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">my friend's heart still aches for her smile. </span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">I never expected. I never dreamed.</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">Each time I look at this brightly woven red and blue</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">God will remind me</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">of love.</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">The love of a Mom towards her family,</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;"> a friend towards her friend,</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">and a God that is weaving me, with love, into this foreign land.</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="background-color: red;"><i><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-size: small;">Maybe my love language is gifts?</span></span></i></span></span></div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-33701126650476273852012-03-12T00:54:00.005-07:002012-03-12T02:00:20.211-07:00Time to TravelOf the 21 days it took us to get from the U.S. through Romania to Egypt on to Uganda and then back to Romania we spent 7 days traveling. 7 days and nights cramped in an airplane seat trying to sleep, or in an airport counting the minutes to our next flight, or in the backseat of a car trying not to think about how close that car just came to hitting us. We thought that if we spent a third of our time on a mode of transportation then transportation deserved a blog of it's own. So here you are, an airport by airport account of our journey from Uganda to Romania.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7K2JF7U62ZoyDFUi5VZht4v6OWLEJRkbwDekItJQiRJcw6aVH1NBHuowWHdDE0Pi64cYbORe3kz5k11kEZakihcXvMaxY9n6VzpEMdrSLhWdt-EQSyCtr7hln3RvQrbEgpFqvoOSvg-ie/s1600/DSC05026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7K2JF7U62ZoyDFUi5VZht4v6OWLEJRkbwDekItJQiRJcw6aVH1NBHuowWHdDE0Pi64cYbORe3kz5k11kEZakihcXvMaxY9n6VzpEMdrSLhWdt-EQSyCtr7hln3RvQrbEgpFqvoOSvg-ie/s320/DSC05026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718923971719317106" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Entebbe, Uganda 3:30 P.M.<br />Starting the trip out right with a strong cup of coffee.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGQ_UsjcEIoKy1Qf_joqh9k_cjTUcXV-cwjosbrxs7ifmC1MKgnHUBZ3VKobUaRVbu8IDzFGR8PgrZxW_iL2UEaeNroTUdNiDmDI8rB_ZuP8fvgZUot6EBWVtE2UdTG_uSzQmV5VCktLh/s1600/DSC05030.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGQ_UsjcEIoKy1Qf_joqh9k_cjTUcXV-cwjosbrxs7ifmC1MKgnHUBZ3VKobUaRVbu8IDzFGR8PgrZxW_iL2UEaeNroTUdNiDmDI8rB_ZuP8fvgZUot6EBWVtE2UdTG_uSzQmV5VCktLh/s320/DSC05030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718918876019352818" border="0" /></a>Addis Ababa, Ethiopia 8:00 P.M<br />Still looking good thanks to the fact that the coffee is still working.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvJizoim8Tx7uIXj2QIsTs5JwoaOFK4qhWvXGaqTQiNhXjhdsZI1xQTKU1SxWRPAKllp-GDQAUvAL1_GQDLY687Ui4Hkrr7ikkbqcCq25TQvEyI2FGBJT9_aCj6JJQDstTbqogT8fVP-n/s1600/DSC05036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvJizoim8Tx7uIXj2QIsTs5JwoaOFK4qhWvXGaqTQiNhXjhdsZI1xQTKU1SxWRPAKllp-GDQAUvAL1_GQDLY687Ui4Hkrr7ikkbqcCq25TQvEyI2FGBJT9_aCj6JJQDstTbqogT8fVP-n/s320/DSC05036.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718918885384204834" border="0" /></a>Cairo, Egypt 1:10 A.M.<br />A quick shot amid the confusion of trying to make a 1 and a half hour connection in a disorganized airport.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgp2ars5mWDyRjTBd3nnc2BfgIwo_7CV9sI8IvoshNsZp786_SABDIMBefSJ4PQs36AI9W7YomqIc50ULPlxq4DUoxNXNPE8gkX9DQOV3Fwd9oMCJZWVNLuaQ9QcDwSImVuLhvzI0WmACBF/s1600/DSC05037.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhchIDcgZHpcFAQNTj4OXz5IeZs2uyKFdDRUkxIje73MTkSG-u09fW0sDvijohFXuUXbm1XNSa-WvGsI94LdhyvJXv7Zhx8_sWP91u0OTlOhbSeyMmDdvnkv9xdvkJg7YPvXlmSJnR3dhVC/s320/DSC05041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718919539316087490" border="0" /></a>Bucharest, Romania 3:00 P.M<br />Looking pretty bad after not getting any sleep for the last 24 plus hours and having contracted an eye infection on the last flight, but happy to be in Romania again.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> ~Anna<br /></div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP9DggNIRA8prMZVm9LSMsDMUfALCY7VBCS3L-wh1jCGhdvKauiFrIJi8ipS1WkZFlCRFKHMTGpt5e5wLmXL2IZeuRd46xpp_86zC74uT8_8AIIzTK2vQaRUesuGM0s7Krs5Qd3DQ8i4ef/s1600/DSC05040.JPG"></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-84611618604293852092012-03-08T04:09:00.008-08:002012-03-08T04:46:40.416-08:00The Ugandan Path<div style="text-align: center;">One of the thrills of being in Uganda with the Morris' was visiting their church.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IBEsQhvW8aqt9NrY2mZFpl1kRjYzARuOi2c1pUqmxS9d2ik499iew9373ArZN6JhIuvJ9pBEQH_u_HNKHwjXEwkadsGaBjf0UveWqeSdRldunGUuDAUolrk8_NEOluPCNgnzmX0uppXY/s1600/DSC05001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5IBEsQhvW8aqt9NrY2mZFpl1kRjYzARuOi2c1pUqmxS9d2ik499iew9373ArZN6JhIuvJ9pBEQH_u_HNKHwjXEwkadsGaBjf0UveWqeSdRldunGUuDAUolrk8_NEOluPCNgnzmX0uppXY/s320/DSC05001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717503079296976242" border="0" /></a>It's located only a few blocks from their home, and our procession started with Aiden, Ben and Hannah doing the baby duckling thing behind Loring.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJ7KnbsLnEYO2ySQdU0qZADE4bdvan11QgLEEtCt30bJFGkiIu2CXa40fYHId1-jI3KbOHZpxn94kuJ0-HOSA_Mxx7kIQQKHYeIFGcVY5i9y-IpZzL27sYuG692sdZGBm8T80pbtflcKG/s1600/DSC05002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikJ7KnbsLnEYO2ySQdU0qZADE4bdvan11QgLEEtCt30bJFGkiIu2CXa40fYHId1-jI3KbOHZpxn94kuJ0-HOSA_Mxx7kIQQKHYeIFGcVY5i9y-IpZzL27sYuG692sdZGBm8T80pbtflcKG/s320/DSC05002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717503070674676738" border="0" /></a><br />Our Anna follows close behind with Scovia ( one of the young women that live with Dan and Loring.)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwkYiWzTPeKjM0agytVVT4UpvrvzyFpq6yLjAoaTsIUFmxlj_x1UQmRAFuDi1oyyR4Z6EJdD53U2wKUnoYDxYWLsgrhkhVyJmEHL2kr4O-SMIhgpIONigClCz5e8pz_xRhpl43jbpFZTf/s1600/DSC05003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqwkYiWzTPeKjM0agytVVT4UpvrvzyFpq6yLjAoaTsIUFmxlj_x1UQmRAFuDi1oyyR4Z6EJdD53U2wKUnoYDxYWLsgrhkhVyJmEHL2kr4O-SMIhgpIONigClCz5e8pz_xRhpl43jbpFZTf/s320/DSC05003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717503063858550786" border="0" /><span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class=" down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">The path is narrow,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZSyCwCXHdozqqs9cz24FFe3rt5FN5_O3w3n_-V8eexX6cr-C6xHgi-T3tzc4MWd6HKWFcLkzJhEzGApUIxFnWFZprUrDMOyPLRbgbrlcAlS0X4UJ88Ky5WNj_FAAv9m17yCU94wSphYR/s1600/DSC05005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBZSyCwCXHdozqqs9cz24FFe3rt5FN5_O3w3n_-V8eexX6cr-C6xHgi-T3tzc4MWd6HKWFcLkzJhEzGApUIxFnWFZprUrDMOyPLRbgbrlcAlS0X4UJ88Ky5WNj_FAAv9m17yCU94wSphYR/s320/DSC05005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717502241642743234" border="0" /></a><br />but the results are worth it!<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhh_b9DL9I16kK8-DjEMC_S89OJDk8FpQvh_0U88azt4cRXeXzO8KohMJOxYKg9SwNn764fW9ljQfYt8gBaRE4lMNGC53O3ZAKuI15QDXh7fqi1vJjvUZfslaCruAwrYo80WQzsjBiJPa/s1600/DSC05004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMhh_b9DL9I16kK8-DjEMC_S89OJDk8FpQvh_0U88azt4cRXeXzO8KohMJOxYKg9SwNn764fW9ljQfYt8gBaRE4lMNGC53O3ZAKuI15QDXh7fqi1vJjvUZfslaCruAwrYo80WQzsjBiJPa/s320/DSC05004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717502252044657282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRaEJhjKZHGlnuda4PddACRRDeFT_GAAN0hBgDCbsWYVtoBzoUyeEL8sh7v3Q5GqrKyF9Let5h9iL4jd_Dsu0U9CRY7w63h_CUzFvhFqrdF3W3yTRHGkWmkhiE021FZVT3UA70kFBJ6adY/s1600/DSC05007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRaEJhjKZHGlnuda4PddACRRDeFT_GAAN0hBgDCbsWYVtoBzoUyeEL8sh7v3Q5GqrKyF9Let5h9iL4jd_Dsu0U9CRY7w63h_CUzFvhFqrdF3W3yTRHGkWmkhiE021FZVT3UA70kFBJ6adY/s320/DSC05007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717501503779286658" border="0" /></a><br />Multitudes of gorgeous children belong to Africa. Hannah holds one of them, and IS<br />one of them!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifEqLWMdQVaHI0Mgpg_pPyzU_vUjCXB2juQ5IPKlAOI6aK-dCNQjdrUFwIBNSagVrF7T3P1-QNu7Ew7paVE1fQSAwHMJh1IspKjoxee7Qr5_3RkoMj7griSaqp6PH_pP9MyO6EXMTPCfnX/s1600/DSC05006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifEqLWMdQVaHI0Mgpg_pPyzU_vUjCXB2juQ5IPKlAOI6aK-dCNQjdrUFwIBNSagVrF7T3P1-QNu7Ew7paVE1fQSAwHMJh1IspKjoxee7Qr5_3RkoMj7griSaqp6PH_pP9MyO6EXMTPCfnX/s320/DSC05006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717501517428158562" border="0" /></a><br />Outside the building's gate.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ryKYeqp1Wab2pTDPq623TVTWjOYmGSG0PgMoDMuL7OhFRBUASbrTGEMm0b0qlPFverR30dAZm9ZLYDSUC2HCgjpiz5wiDfVch4R6IWQ8YcWCo96d3qiSmtaa5euMCMY_Ry5PhCAhDXZj/s1600/DSC05013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ryKYeqp1Wab2pTDPq623TVTWjOYmGSG0PgMoDMuL7OhFRBUASbrTGEMm0b0qlPFverR30dAZm9ZLYDSUC2HCgjpiz5wiDfVch4R6IWQ8YcWCo96d3qiSmtaa5euMCMY_Ry5PhCAhDXZj/s320/DSC05013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717500124561471474" border="0" /></a><br />Darwin is the guest speaker.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxRuDCL-nh-Q7IPmDB2UtSz9VXeCN2EpKlxms7_AGizjitxBQPB9KJH49_54e8rKWhYDb_mM_idKmhUadzTnMcu6xbmLM2ZGzoekmBGT9WWb78iQn40rLW9KFIFojYHiJ6UPjdel7pjNJ/s1600/DSC05009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOxRuDCL-nh-Q7IPmDB2UtSz9VXeCN2EpKlxms7_AGizjitxBQPB9KJH49_54e8rKWhYDb_mM_idKmhUadzTnMcu6xbmLM2ZGzoekmBGT9WWb78iQn40rLW9KFIFojYHiJ6UPjdel7pjNJ/s320/DSC05009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717500134988129410" border="0" /></a><br />These praises made my ears smile.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CjURH-bHcJnyqEc06yycvdKsQby5KJ4ECsLpxdLhauxZqs3i2bRc41jp1817Su7FDFt42CZitEbhzxj0viCb22iDrVhEcQXwT5zBrqtbIe_t6q3uF2miZvxkRMwN7bKniIqtQi71JnN4/s1600/DSC05019.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CjURH-bHcJnyqEc06yycvdKsQby5KJ4ECsLpxdLhauxZqs3i2bRc41jp1817Su7FDFt42CZitEbhzxj0viCb22iDrVhEcQXwT5zBrqtbIe_t6q3uF2miZvxkRMwN7bKniIqtQi71JnN4/s320/DSC05019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717499537321177682" border="0" /></a><br />Kostya is from Ukraine, and helps with the ministry here.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8fylEWH-cPlO8cVmpSWt19ka4nDdAyWASGCAAhnqcAPXpRFbulLEgZtEBmuForhJLLKnZFFAeEzlY4RuWyVxPRXPEWpmyk2Gf-3dOiG0-0Vcf4b6b8010YZ_D_Nn3OBtRMl1slrOLjO5/s1600/DSC05016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX8fylEWH-cPlO8cVmpSWt19ka4nDdAyWASGCAAhnqcAPXpRFbulLEgZtEBmuForhJLLKnZFFAeEzlY4RuWyVxPRXPEWpmyk2Gf-3dOiG0-0Vcf4b6b8010YZ_D_Nn3OBtRMl1slrOLjO5/s320/DSC05016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717499546211019826" border="0" /></a><br />I mentioned Darwin was the guest speaker, but Christ is the main guest.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-23194709314414097702011-10-26T01:53:00.000-07:002011-10-26T08:41:22.785-07:00Thanks for Giving<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBptuYJDIrKQT7LCZuDB3MTA5JUv2COe3NrYfpSG8gWfEKqbbw0Hyxi3tJojmt0miytbjUs7alpuBaQTsw-8N6qRDDkHfehyphenhyphenQGvCtmiQes17mFLO1pO7a8lavl0_tHvSpUUZiBOU6MMpA/s1600/DSC04518.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQBptuYJDIrKQT7LCZuDB3MTA5JUv2COe3NrYfpSG8gWfEKqbbw0Hyxi3tJojmt0miytbjUs7alpuBaQTsw-8N6qRDDkHfehyphenhyphenQGvCtmiQes17mFLO1pO7a8lavl0_tHvSpUUZiBOU6MMpA/s320/DSC04518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667763625311811890" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpA2d8gyRux4p2KEw6wwaJhs_12KW88xAoP0h1oipeeTFsk6B2JRROpzKIeiz-IpPkOD0kg_nrudYdV3uc9gOGUNYMDbKZs0aOXslwh6Ry3ZJRy_JXx7It0Sp0ZqGf-5H-kzK86RlT9r_n/s1600/DSC04513.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpA2d8gyRux4p2KEw6wwaJhs_12KW88xAoP0h1oipeeTFsk6B2JRROpzKIeiz-IpPkOD0kg_nrudYdV3uc9gOGUNYMDbKZs0aOXslwh6Ry3ZJRy_JXx7It0Sp0ZqGf-5H-kzK86RlT9r_n/s320/DSC04513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667763632920628978" border="0" /></a><br />Thanksgiving Sunday<br />has got to be one of my favorite events in Bircii. It's not a national holiday, but one celebrated individually by many of the churches in this country.<br /><br /><br />It's hard not to smile when you see<br />the front of the church holding the bounty of the earth. Almost all of this food was raised on the land we walk past every day. It was furrowed and planted and hoed and weeded and canned or baked<br />by the folks sitting right next to us in church.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPLyR9ckQ1tMQGOZ3ALtCuN-bwV7DSENLdhdNiGWBTXLxrhgs4Blhb-L8OZ3g-Ty6tlQ0mAKtKt-7R5vFAJwcpyHYM_44vccEPyzGkL3Hz74apnVkbowBQAEekV1IkSg74hvnzDaHjHuZ/s1600/DSC04521.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHPLyR9ckQ1tMQGOZ3ALtCuN-bwV7DSENLdhdNiGWBTXLxrhgs4Blhb-L8OZ3g-Ty6tlQ0mAKtKt-7R5vFAJwcpyHYM_44vccEPyzGkL3Hz74apnVkbowBQAEekV1IkSg74hvnzDaHjHuZ/s320/DSC04521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667755325031305634" border="0" /></a><br />It's a special day, and it grows more festive as some of our friends from the neighboring church in Potcoava come in. The kids and church members treat us to songs, and ...<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSBZwXW0fIbbWw-JdhYGkJNxzvD2xTuCuePIo58ci387xsh9v2PcGiCAQ8dyiyOh-HmH-Q81wWrNO935Yn8gYEdIRQopD_lKcHJ2R9632JVr6YbE0Z5M4S2PGnwG7MiheZxRmnLS9p9f8/s1600/DSC04520.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjSBZwXW0fIbbWw-JdhYGkJNxzvD2xTuCuePIo58ci387xsh9v2PcGiCAQ8dyiyOh-HmH-Q81wWrNO935Yn8gYEdIRQopD_lKcHJ2R9632JVr6YbE0Z5M4S2PGnwG7MiheZxRmnLS9p9f8/s320/DSC04520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667755328499648978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMVO19-fEjEwMwHItpwIM9xPq2Sn967o6oQrNh9uSfBR2CQvUIYJzq_IK2_GjU9KYCh-cva8wI8osfsUFx-3GcZQKvCL7VEblo7hUjYgfKPpnnsO3qkGzOp9K1o01wPx83wih8-PxsBWD2/s1600/DSC04530.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMVO19-fEjEwMwHItpwIM9xPq2Sn967o6oQrNh9uSfBR2CQvUIYJzq_IK2_GjU9KYCh-cva8wI8osfsUFx-3GcZQKvCL7VEblo7hUjYgfKPpnnsO3qkGzOp9K1o01wPx83wih8-PxsBWD2/s320/DSC04530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667748953136957330" border="0" /></a><br />the youth group add more worship.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6MupBVMaonVeVDIV-FLMI2iQEUOTuPvXBuG2J0anWCLexrf28v8hHP677pcyTpy3FoNqlW1Ale1VU8fwcxDjzJM8FQ3brDi3mvzvnf67DV28glKS71GiA_YeAozZC47vzaYszwqTUsqbt/s1600/DSC04525.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6MupBVMaonVeVDIV-FLMI2iQEUOTuPvXBuG2J0anWCLexrf28v8hHP677pcyTpy3FoNqlW1Ale1VU8fwcxDjzJM8FQ3brDi3mvzvnf67DV28glKS71GiA_YeAozZC47vzaYszwqTUsqbt/s320/DSC04525.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667748955910718130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">( Our Anna is in the orchestra, but she's hidden in the photo.</span>)<br />Ron serves up the gospel,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0pUi95QlBwXUhXzUH9uUqL-iISC1CAPUsqMSVQaZ2vyl83YrYJB9VfBZJHnFfxgQjzyhP8uBepaZVN0Q6X6Sg7zLxATYzSKuAQWjv2dZA8PkRrQStvUwr5rH2MMjbdjeaHgZYq7OkAi-/s1600/DSC04537.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0pUi95QlBwXUhXzUH9uUqL-iISC1CAPUsqMSVQaZ2vyl83YrYJB9VfBZJHnFfxgQjzyhP8uBepaZVN0Q6X6Sg7zLxATYzSKuAQWjv2dZA8PkRrQStvUwr5rH2MMjbdjeaHgZYq7OkAi-/s320/DSC04537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667736553985436146" border="0" /></a><br /><br />and Necu*, our main speaker, dishes out more words of Life.<br /><br />How refreshing to gaze at His bounty and thank Him for giving.<br /><br />It's not so bad, either, to get in on the treats after the service.<br />Did someone say dessert?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Give thanks to the Lord, call on his name, make known among the nations what he has done.<br />1 Chronicles 16:8<br /></span><br />*Bummer. I had a picture of Necu, but lost it in computer land.<br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-58796853935140366012011-09-19T06:39:00.000-07:002011-09-20T01:16:42.323-07:00Fall Work<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVG-ZFlVyrbr1Mh8IrHWK3vRinNtQDhrtAyOLBbUhqDYvJo5neEr0CiHyxrS-SBncMysGETyLERXohxQVHkypZUFsPmCSUqQ8q5HP7HPPBGxFnadq6BaU6qTDEtyF7Go41Zjk9Z9oTCso/s1600/100_7623.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzVG-ZFlVyrbr1Mh8IrHWK3vRinNtQDhrtAyOLBbUhqDYvJo5neEr0CiHyxrS-SBncMysGETyLERXohxQVHkypZUFsPmCSUqQ8q5HP7HPPBGxFnadq6BaU6qTDEtyF7Go41Zjk9Z9oTCso/s320/100_7623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654068011352159186" border="0" /></a><br />(Please excuse the random order of the pictures. I can't figure out how to get them in the right place.)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEtmChbyvcdEFK3V6lcqPjXgboC35I_rHVVN8TghxZ3ycFhfy4XyfAP0sukEOCSXbMdwYBSFp0-UwEcfgmC52XWtcPNm8jTfu-fkAha_8D8_Uq2cIY3aXgZRsc2PAk9XvZFCifE9oLoqOK/s1600/100_7623.JPG"><br /></a>Fall looks a little different here than where I came from. Sure, we did some preserving and canning to get us through the winter, but I knew I could always go to a grocery store and buy what I didn't have time to preserve or grow. Here, not all folks have that option.<br /><br />Rows of cabbages are grown in most gardens, and Romanians know how to use this vegetable in ways that make my salivary glands get busy even as I'm writing.<br /><br />Last year, at River of Life, I got a first hand tutorial of how to store A LOT of cabbage for future use. Their planning ahead made sense. These folks have many big and little mouths to feed.<br /><br />Starting with about 60 cabbages, we lined them up on the table and took almost an inch of the thick core from each.<br /><br />Next, this core-less spot was filled with non-iodized salt and pickling spices.<br /><br />Like expert moving van loaders, the ladies moved these "filled" cabbages and packed them snugly into huge plastic barrels.<br /></div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7knQwqhPM77zfVU7oXmNQA4Mt7JlzhX22kg-gzCqz6wMbPihrsuisOeP_urf8AZ1VL4-JWZwv5g_0rW5rfZcCHjF0Oa9qYt_uuZ6AxvmPieUNjq9W6dKQ-S9I9-9hIo_PXR3uaw6bJjf/s1600/100_7617.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG7knQwqhPM77zfVU7oXmNQA4Mt7JlzhX22kg-gzCqz6wMbPihrsuisOeP_urf8AZ1VL4-JWZwv5g_0rW5rfZcCHjF0Oa9qYt_uuZ6AxvmPieUNjq9W6dKQ-S9I9-9hIo_PXR3uaw6bJjf/s320/100_7617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654066144274524354" border="0" /></a>As the barrels were filled, more spices were added, and when the barrel was as full as my belly at Thanksgiving,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6GKfLVONf6qyncluLrLfo0aTmZpu-QM7HS2OjUGWgANQnMBSUqs4zmEGZ7OWG-R9AMnRXAagtQbi8X-_Fe4t31wHsgxPZkQTj3Lc7kWCpPUDWkn_rMX93SvFEaETrkhqOFZC4be91ad_F/s1600/100_7621.JPG"><br /></a> a solution of water and salt was added.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHTJE28NGZf4yZ8XkrmJTxANz3_OZrj7IBfhrAJe844c-qhZJdGy0wfCxXr-7sTY37GO57UomhlrXGbnwER0NeQ9bz0piENLoSYC30ctgax7X1BxXg-63RgxGqAbp72pfNiXkp5IYpeX5/s1600/100_7625.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAHTJE28NGZf4yZ8XkrmJTxANz3_OZrj7IBfhrAJe844c-qhZJdGy0wfCxXr-7sTY37GO57UomhlrXGbnwER0NeQ9bz0piENLoSYC30ctgax7X1BxXg-63RgxGqAbp72pfNiXkp5IYpeX5/s320/100_7625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654066139066263394" border="0" /></a><br />We let the barrels sit, loosely covered in the corner, until bubbles started rising to the top (Yep, it was fermenting.)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXFnPGctXUwPCifpbYUOsfCpte9gMdfJRJXGcNRpgPkthOoPFNWz4ifN7zdP96acKVFvDeahKcGngUob4B9-LynljIxb_CkQ6QvQanwbdWsv2ZFNGoLQ79Av3HgHdA8fq5MkCVWuwjYhfQ/s1600/100_7628.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXFnPGctXUwPCifpbYUOsfCpte9gMdfJRJXGcNRpgPkthOoPFNWz4ifN7zdP96acKVFvDeahKcGngUob4B9-LynljIxb_CkQ6QvQanwbdWsv2ZFNGoLQ79Av3HgHdA8fq5MkCVWuwjYhfQ/s320/100_7628.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654066133663910306" border="0" /></a><br />Finally, the barrel went into cold storage. In a few weeks the cabbage would be ready, and in a few months it would still be ready. Perfect for great recipes, and making my mouth water.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3zKO2q6qoI2chJcrui8Dq8itQ34PM7cb7D1Nqt521pSEmXGcFnG3ITveKIUmqYha0rZVvjkBg6w_mDdvrnWhQA_Gig7C96UTGSZxasOFCTkEDJeUrtF0AWHHUcdjNosvumE7HAD9TFBi3/s1600/100_7623.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8_dxsMSSPM4BttLIR2hFnOGSFlsQlTgwDpxUOEHJeOW4V2dq1SZAckCYexbx91BoL0sSONkPOO6qry-b4l2pGxtpJBcCBOkpNS7uqBocOp6p_6uD6lyVLYB9XtSBJSr8PQgJo4AOBKxrN/s1600/100_7624.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8_dxsMSSPM4BttLIR2hFnOGSFlsQlTgwDpxUOEHJeOW4V2dq1SZAckCYexbx91BoL0sSONkPOO6qry-b4l2pGxtpJBcCBOkpNS7uqBocOp6p_6uD6lyVLYB9XtSBJSr8PQgJo4AOBKxrN/s320/100_7624.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654065477778186642" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdwTD3tlF7abZoR5TQUxLlpYBhmobn9QYFwYoFoP20lVTQIlHQOTs-kyIUlJrF9zfLuuPjYXCuKSBsjBnSiUOWSWiNfhqtiIxi3fsiRv0R26obWObtzq9-MJQKYzH2mMXbK_jYdh5zmXQ/s1600/100_7618.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxdwTD3tlF7abZoR5TQUxLlpYBhmobn9QYFwYoFoP20lVTQIlHQOTs-kyIUlJrF9zfLuuPjYXCuKSBsjBnSiUOWSWiNfhqtiIxi3fsiRv0R26obWObtzq9-MJQKYzH2mMXbK_jYdh5zmXQ/s320/100_7618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654065475489462242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAmjebT79Kg-ShhaJfuzPtqNU_aJS4UMsnBcZqubPUPZOjJvCwW6O9ic_wIdvde-jtcO3BXzYy8NlIDCUbrCPqfJuEJbkCWD_Lpdbis2BDbxvd7QuNeZ6gD9bcWdAAfjoEs-Fr-aiq2B0/s1600/100_7626.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwAmjebT79Kg-ShhaJfuzPtqNU_aJS4UMsnBcZqubPUPZOjJvCwW6O9ic_wIdvde-jtcO3BXzYy8NlIDCUbrCPqfJuEJbkCWD_Lpdbis2BDbxvd7QuNeZ6gD9bcWdAAfjoEs-Fr-aiq2B0/s320/100_7626.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654065469216683522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyDBV945oo0TQFrsQldShym7qM0OMSZKn7XVR1ttGdB0pDxj6offJf-lrVruPp5Phod47uamb_b5CYxvhmmi6FKkHnnbeGzzFeHah8s6idmOWTn8CqLLt1e-nvHBQjhS4urjTNPWQaXlk/s1600/100_7622.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyDBV945oo0TQFrsQldShym7qM0OMSZKn7XVR1ttGdB0pDxj6offJf-lrVruPp5Phod47uamb_b5CYxvhmmi6FKkHnnbeGzzFeHah8s6idmOWTn8CqLLt1e-nvHBQjhS4urjTNPWQaXlk/s320/100_7622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654065465431863634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkX8vZwHrBQkXAnJQqNc3RVH3Q54UiNX2DKBBTda-s6677CNbZ9z5DQHupCliRTgVEvl7zwHZbQJ2QZlOrKi6C6OK1Kt0b2DKDescT2c_2ac3npJm13eYzWwR9qj6ySaZ6Se-WvCtZPKN/s1600/100_7621.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkX8vZwHrBQkXAnJQqNc3RVH3Q54UiNX2DKBBTda-s6677CNbZ9z5DQHupCliRTgVEvl7zwHZbQJ2QZlOrKi6C6OK1Kt0b2DKDescT2c_2ac3npJm13eYzWwR9qj6ySaZ6Se-WvCtZPKN/s320/100_7621.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654065475869682130" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-90093994730548607132011-06-09T07:12:00.000-07:002011-06-13T03:57:39.401-07:00<div style="text-align: center;">Remember my intentions with our last blog?<br />I was going to serve you Spring in Bircii on one giant platter. Instead you got an appetizer, and I got another chance to grow in the virtue of patience.<br />Today, our internet connection is smiling and we're going for the smorgasbord.<br />Enjoy a taste of Romanian Spring.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJa-PpV4LvQ1Tdg0PsKg_Dmc43UkZeJ5zu0cw8S2B7T02rMsss7dJ3Lo2KtgC1zeEmB6wtVp8FLoYApTgDr94hdktEK-NezqASf8HlNw6Y633nlrGMOEvD0hJ1IcLlLDk5j9H2KG7ir49w/s1600/DSC02928.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJa-PpV4LvQ1Tdg0PsKg_Dmc43UkZeJ5zu0cw8S2B7T02rMsss7dJ3Lo2KtgC1zeEmB6wtVp8FLoYApTgDr94hdktEK-NezqASf8HlNw6Y633nlrGMOEvD0hJ1IcLlLDk5j9H2KG7ir49w/s320/DSC02928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616231818940904722" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Our back yard, once a jungle, now is tame.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzUAYAD0GBNQ6rcrFmKYwe-eCJmI6P39I6AIVjvZ3gDdDkl9X5UWAgWELTpYnY9vjGqKR6r57efivA-bT6dKeOHFS467CmLmjlKFgdwvzIw8ltS2fAa4fYjCFFB-e8OObBmmLVuOcxBJS-/s1600/DSC02902.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzUAYAD0GBNQ6rcrFmKYwe-eCJmI6P39I6AIVjvZ3gDdDkl9X5UWAgWELTpYnY9vjGqKR6r57efivA-bT6dKeOHFS467CmLmjlKFgdwvzIw8ltS2fAa4fYjCFFB-e8OObBmmLVuOcxBJS-/s320/DSC02902.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616231178522606306" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Don't keep your eye on the big wiggly tail and miss the piglets. They're about 2 days old.<br />No, they are not ours.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgKdhrijOQDjnpugseNCqSWT0XjO3FgBiK1cWxuGoCozX8snBPAvZnQLKZYjrwSBMXhmc79jPuk0CmJYXMrgCAKtLjah8q9UUJjrl5BoVvQHJTeEogswI7IBmtpqU2ol5AiQqtjek0DW_/s1600/DSC02908.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXgKdhrijOQDjnpugseNCqSWT0XjO3FgBiK1cWxuGoCozX8snBPAvZnQLKZYjrwSBMXhmc79jPuk0CmJYXMrgCAKtLjah8q9UUJjrl5BoVvQHJTeEogswI7IBmtpqU2ol5AiQqtjek0DW_/s320/DSC02908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616231168543738242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">With spring came road construction. This is in front of our house.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT8WlkUcSa_IIYWllCY7PFybiwThXU2Xy2u_gxsSWf70xJHlcXVM7IV3Zoy1ADjA3wHx57fpO94O-L9OhOOFxkIdmnqPayq6w7na3dn9GY7otlb6f133hyphenhyphenCSnYckd8beOYRVTXiujYrDDz/s1600/DSC02923.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT8WlkUcSa_IIYWllCY7PFybiwThXU2Xy2u_gxsSWf70xJHlcXVM7IV3Zoy1ADjA3wHx57fpO94O-L9OhOOFxkIdmnqPayq6w7na3dn9GY7otlb6f133hyphenhyphenCSnYckd8beOYRVTXiujYrDDz/s320/DSC02923.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616231188723887874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Ron standing by our aerobic water treatment system. The barrel on the compost bin helps to redistribute the<br />resulting clean water onto our garden.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLN5g62M031NDotrRm0bLDC_DvlnD-_7ytsm904L4Hk4TTVVstclosr-fBsTonjT-T9u4TKc9_oYRPWsZgZBvEpSlPIjeoiYhXEo9FCNa9CRarBrJdJ1mB89KfdvBEDuv6l6iKmREU4eY/s1600/DSC02896.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihLN5g62M031NDotrRm0bLDC_DvlnD-_7ytsm904L4Hk4TTVVstclosr-fBsTonjT-T9u4TKc9_oYRPWsZgZBvEpSlPIjeoiYhXEo9FCNa9CRarBrJdJ1mB89KfdvBEDuv6l6iKmREU4eY/s320/DSC02896.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616228262666445010" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">More road work. Now, how did you say we should get to our gate?<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiim7RbEoF6ioOQ3E4B4h6H-RESWJ3M6VhcPprKtLJzKV_YEjQb8CqCtt4S9-XZ0sBRwsOV5UOkxkDbsRiMW-1Z6EyR4zmU_bj2HXP1q4BMXnMVdIzHJFRRxcFvGmffGZR5MGVxqPjmnwIj/s1600/DSC02893.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiim7RbEoF6ioOQ3E4B4h6H-RESWJ3M6VhcPprKtLJzKV_YEjQb8CqCtt4S9-XZ0sBRwsOV5UOkxkDbsRiMW-1Z6EyR4zmU_bj2HXP1q4BMXnMVdIzHJFRRxcFvGmffGZR5MGVxqPjmnwIj/s320/DSC02893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616228256091403106" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Some of our flowers...above and below :) .<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXFx4vQ29TIrvl-1m8m-dCAiq_Sbj7QSJcV4dobtwZLbm3kC1HOoy2QZDHsvMEP4dJbiPaMIuM5t4sF8no-zv3RhJ8OQzLuGh84r8ZB4108jVk_X8P6ej8iGfazwUBQX22uqGVSaDhvWB/s1600/DSC02753.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYXFx4vQ29TIrvl-1m8m-dCAiq_Sbj7QSJcV4dobtwZLbm3kC1HOoy2QZDHsvMEP4dJbiPaMIuM5t4sF8no-zv3RhJ8OQzLuGh84r8ZB4108jVk_X8P6ej8iGfazwUBQX22uqGVSaDhvWB/s320/DSC02753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616227692467446930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkEIDg828m1KIjVrhp-HRR7DCUuyPm7JyfvIXgscMEzdf4tITRMx8LPQ3PnKsKncMTa1XOTlrK8UAZkE_WTRfmoBX2NcwZPhbKv8t74LK3vCT-Pck6PoG4BRUYrmFUeMwa5Lhiuw3IPHT/s1600/DSC02931.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkEIDg828m1KIjVrhp-HRR7DCUuyPm7JyfvIXgscMEzdf4tITRMx8LPQ3PnKsKncMTa1XOTlrK8UAZkE_WTRfmoBX2NcwZPhbKv8t74LK3vCT-Pck6PoG4BRUYrmFUeMwa5Lhiuw3IPHT/s320/DSC02931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616227679674685506" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Our chickens are hiding.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOz-oEKJLP-HLhmNvJrIRRxA2vJg4fVfaUnZlnaPPHcEdQcgT2pItV-HlVfdzlMI4DZWX6kDifd6jodyYI3nLibQhT1sAOddrm2YqSKCyeJyUAg-H9SDHRXQK9zlwEhlmVhRxrcabZ4tTE/s1600/DSC02880.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOz-oEKJLP-HLhmNvJrIRRxA2vJg4fVfaUnZlnaPPHcEdQcgT2pItV-HlVfdzlMI4DZWX6kDifd6jodyYI3nLibQhT1sAOddrm2YqSKCyeJyUAg-H9SDHRXQK9zlwEhlmVhRxrcabZ4tTE/s320/DSC02880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616227701427469122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Anna might be hiding, too.<br />It's a great place to read. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAdEo-cPdkAdHHMM50MLot53lRKXFOvxYOuCXiez32KHZpyVomeCdrWFOlUxqicI9oftq1zv5ATVBt27hkZ_8rnUD5_ns_GR4WBODM9pkGT7wLMBgJgjQ4unHNYTgrinlB2Dp1egM8wfl/s1600/DSC02746.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyAdEo-cPdkAdHHMM50MLot53lRKXFOvxYOuCXiez32KHZpyVomeCdrWFOlUxqicI9oftq1zv5ATVBt27hkZ_8rnUD5_ns_GR4WBODM9pkGT7wLMBgJgjQ4unHNYTgrinlB2Dp1egM8wfl/s320/DSC02746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616226934828527762" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Heather and 3 of her 4 kids. Sara, Josh and David.<br />She's got a great smile.<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRgAha1IMQuXJoVEduTbK2dqh82rNPb1bWeaT7pn3crt8-EK9-DZtEApAyoQH61gx92TajEEN4GmrFkH8DU8VqbbCvBTu8euw8Edyttmbwiqu82ynwffElYLiVUJawkr4pN86yWjn7uiB/s1600/DSC02747.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaRgAha1IMQuXJoVEduTbK2dqh82rNPb1bWeaT7pn3crt8-EK9-DZtEApAyoQH61gx92TajEEN4GmrFkH8DU8VqbbCvBTu8euw8Edyttmbwiqu82ynwffElYLiVUJawkr4pN86yWjn7uiB/s320/DSC02747.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616226946821562578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Aaah, Ron's homemade bacon. He's my hero. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioeZWlL5Z0hC04jXKZXSp_dWpsHHjw6KkpAvnDWI0twBR02PiTyx0j9rIRv4LINgz8Ri_5arT8D9gUGJ7ZOP43uqOWlB5_lLwxICg_8q4l0-kZclyHiXZQpX2j175qcFpFTgYN7495r6XC/s1600/DSC02722.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioeZWlL5Z0hC04jXKZXSp_dWpsHHjw6KkpAvnDWI0twBR02PiTyx0j9rIRv4LINgz8Ri_5arT8D9gUGJ7ZOP43uqOWlB5_lLwxICg_8q4l0-kZclyHiXZQpX2j175qcFpFTgYN7495r6XC/s320/DSC02722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616226350175658626" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The out house on the Ministry Center Land.<br />We don't use it, and neither does anyone else.<br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdQq0bScudu7k5pHNiUHC4Nt9iMyNykJei_0fVXd3re2Pdz9cEQJ3CgjlcFAHXWTevwjJrNUYOV0ERKcuvFB3lTVzuhRhatkOh7gHLXXu6EYLmCI6qkXTKwXhJ5PikcPao7OjD5qvttp2-/s1600/DSC02738.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9ziIhexJZyUYInIXauj16DFhbfiaIvm9gaj7fSAVfAWcFVHzrdW5mei2SjNSogiMa2wCh5M9_iO0hy54pSQwaB-QFNxUIJmVvxJKRsyRN53-EEXs-LvNg4rnrqqCzo4bbsugMQRT-vi9/s1600/DSC02695.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC9ziIhexJZyUYInIXauj16DFhbfiaIvm9gaj7fSAVfAWcFVHzrdW5mei2SjNSogiMa2wCh5M9_iO0hy54pSQwaB-QFNxUIJmVvxJKRsyRN53-EEXs-LvNg4rnrqqCzo4bbsugMQRT-vi9/s320/DSC02695.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616223178063453186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Mikayla stacking tile from the old building at the Ministry Center to be used later.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Are you hungry for more?? The heat is on, and summer is in the works.</span><br /><br /></span></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-14197044585852915152011-05-27T11:32:00.000-07:002011-05-30T06:34:54.852-07:00Overkill<div style="text-align: center;">I've been remiss. Well, remiss might not be the right word. Maybe we should call it lazy, or possibly procrastination, or maybe even a quest for privacy. Call it whatever, but putting our life out there for the world to see hasn't been happening.<br /><br />So now, in one fell swoop I'm going for overkill.<br /><br />IF I can get 20 pictures on this blog we're going to do a spring overview.<br /><br />Are you ready?<br /><br />Well, don't be. My mission has not been accomplished. Two days of attempting to load these pictures has made me re-evaluate. I'll post the pictures as I can, and be glad that patience is a virtue.<br /><br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdxaDfukMv1aYMrkrLcJof5U0CO0AsYOZimbqV5iFuA2hjqK18fKflgokhTd3vLocdWRz9dv7_j9uXgtpp0U0GDnqWYAZQArnl5pXk_oJOMjKtLIVNg-SJtEkezw5eynlgIasVwkNNbVa/s1600/DSC02694.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdxaDfukMv1aYMrkrLcJof5U0CO0AsYOZimbqV5iFuA2hjqK18fKflgokhTd3vLocdWRz9dv7_j9uXgtpp0U0GDnqWYAZQArnl5pXk_oJOMjKtLIVNg-SJtEkezw5eynlgIasVwkNNbVa/s1600/DSC02694.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVdxaDfukMv1aYMrkrLcJof5U0CO0AsYOZimbqV5iFuA2hjqK18fKflgokhTd3vLocdWRz9dv7_j9uXgtpp0U0GDnqWYAZQArnl5pXk_oJOMjKtLIVNg-SJtEkezw5eynlgIasVwkNNbVa/s320/DSC02694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612498430403922962" border="0" /></a><br />The Ministry Center property isn't what it used to be. Already much work has gone into getting the land usable.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnMuOPzktQ-_52nw3duPGdT9yvjxwmlaGPp0w7xIw3bBpw-SbceDXhOLr3-qpqUosa4mbFTT1gm4TgzBdWcyujljPqWw2bIZIbossXIXSkuGt5WSYavXOXWuR7HtAYGCXMDZ5ugzEimVR/s1600/DSC02688.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnnMuOPzktQ-_52nw3duPGdT9yvjxwmlaGPp0w7xIw3bBpw-SbceDXhOLr3-qpqUosa4mbFTT1gm4TgzBdWcyujljPqWw2bIZIbossXIXSkuGt5WSYavXOXWuR7HtAYGCXMDZ5ugzEimVR/s320/DSC02688.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611733828453600658" border="0" /></a><br />We've had tremendous help and the old house is almost gone.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu0StIEFyf6_HkH0UnZ2v7PsN7bpJXmWyX7Nq7PyPqj080vKPiWJBDGBL-iY4Of9Qz6sp_970ASD4748tzw8E4p_C3Era2dpJJZkF30nqlPCLAllV85hjuTG2wj-ioxU6sA2pRv9-64HUO/s1600/DSC02681.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiu0StIEFyf6_HkH0UnZ2v7PsN7bpJXmWyX7Nq7PyPqj080vKPiWJBDGBL-iY4Of9Qz6sp_970ASD4748tzw8E4p_C3Era2dpJJZkF30nqlPCLAllV85hjuTG2wj-ioxU6sA2pRv9-64HUO/s320/DSC02681.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611469991200102482" border="0" /></a><br />You can't buy what we consider bacon in this neck of the woods. Ron's attempt to make our own has me thinking, once again, that I married the right man.<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6PRZ5feTezrBqg6pHWjyDF13VS1zV4SjIHsgBstljzcvqS5N2I7mmX_n9ekwwBRMC6i7PEN3GPUmUn76DbKjwZP1_N_QhoO9A0i-WFmbRMirv-EM6knH3_BcMh0P2OiSAFHTFvuhe8MN/s1600/DSC02674.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP6PRZ5feTezrBqg6pHWjyDF13VS1zV4SjIHsgBstljzcvqS5N2I7mmX_n9ekwwBRMC6i7PEN3GPUmUn76DbKjwZP1_N_QhoO9A0i-WFmbRMirv-EM6knH3_BcMh0P2OiSAFHTFvuhe8MN/s320/DSC02674.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611469651616036418" border="0" /></a><br />With spring, barns are getting mucked, and the leftovers do wonders for a garden.<br />We now have an 8 foot pile of manure "cooking" until it's ready to supplement our soil.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFxxQGqP043y5d38yEf1X3olCwwWDHNkI1CC2Xq3O1uNKZDsHLQHBzUTJg8y7AWXI8l4osl6LbWBy7DWrkDBQUDr9KoBuXKeLSyf_dGHWyCGrNCh52AOgwewxn_H62DZwZz-giofKQaRc/s1600/DSC02667.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEFxxQGqP043y5d38yEf1X3olCwwWDHNkI1CC2Xq3O1uNKZDsHLQHBzUTJg8y7AWXI8l4osl6LbWBy7DWrkDBQUDr9KoBuXKeLSyf_dGHWyCGrNCh52AOgwewxn_H62DZwZz-giofKQaRc/s320/DSC02667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611469357875911826" border="0" /></a><br />The delivery man's horse was happy the grass was in need of a mow.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-61744206890590728222011-04-18T00:08:00.000-07:002011-04-18T03:54:14.370-07:00Flowers from My Father<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9D0NIgL8VnnHrdKRZrPGkYZCQqH0g-EeREWO54CNAQ0J79Rqc2N9wg0anEBWRzetvnrGx1eyMQ11I_6mf237O5ROdRV73F7Hkfoty_mo9fnjPpSlJYdr4jRVJ04msMkyOtIs-RPaQinW4/s1600/DSC02192.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9D0NIgL8VnnHrdKRZrPGkYZCQqH0g-EeREWO54CNAQ0J79Rqc2N9wg0anEBWRzetvnrGx1eyMQ11I_6mf237O5ROdRV73F7Hkfoty_mo9fnjPpSlJYdr4jRVJ04msMkyOtIs-RPaQinW4/s320/DSC02192.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596822743073167250" /></a><br /><p align="center">My spirits weren't high. In fact, they were close to my ankles, sagging like socks with no elastic. </p><p align="center">My note to my friend vomitted my complaints. Life, and I, weren't what they should be. </p><p align="center">"Lord, would you lift me up?."</p><p align="center">AAAAAHHH, at times I have such little faith...</p><p align="center">Last night at church the congregation from the next door village joined ours. The singing was deep, with voices loud. The pastor spoke, and I could "hear" some of the message. His words rang of Jesus.</p><p align="center">This morning, an email arrived. "Remember, you are empowered by the Holy Spirit as God's ambassadors in Romania. Of course, that also means you are easy targets for the Evil One. Be on guard, but enjoy and bask in God's love, protection and power!!!!"</p><p align="center">And then, to top it off, look above to see what He gave me via Maria.</p><p align="center">My socks may still bag, but I thank Him for the best elastic. </p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-16547878573371991702011-03-28T06:11:00.000-07:002011-04-07T10:51:38.454-07:00The Work Begins<div style="text-align: center;">Several weeks ago we started to clean up the ministry center property. This was the first step in getting the soccer field put in this summer.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzR3yyAXzKDELgstwpQCM-0qFjdlHblXEE743YOi5vH5TzgreBhfCbrN6tK8oJ0jpwunu-Qv0NYp9RgIBy3Do-MiUGNTkpwU1IOqkK0y00wN2a9hn0L2fs80LU8i9Rhs_EV9kE0J2jtg4/s1600/DSC01999.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGzR3yyAXzKDELgstwpQCM-0qFjdlHblXEE743YOi5vH5TzgreBhfCbrN6tK8oJ0jpwunu-Qv0NYp9RgIBy3Do-MiUGNTkpwU1IOqkK0y00wN2a9hn0L2fs80LU8i9Rhs_EV9kE0J2jtg4/s320/DSC01999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589120326430849266" border="0" /></a><br />Several kids who come to the computer center and youth group showed up to help.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSskHZa9HMg8PNCEkhK7YWBeEPfFj-fCnmp4XFyItXrRhOjvgHFBSlNKzSUtg6zCP2Yf0Abt6MxStDUQmf3I9UEomzQTcxXnXef0vKRQxIdALHJJVH3JANCHUeVJq5CQvRXfpkJtQRkmcu/s1600/DSC02007.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSskHZa9HMg8PNCEkhK7YWBeEPfFj-fCnmp4XFyItXrRhOjvgHFBSlNKzSUtg6zCP2Yf0Abt6MxStDUQmf3I9UEomzQTcxXnXef0vKRQxIdALHJJVH3JANCHUeVJq5CQvRXfpkJtQRkmcu/s320/DSC02007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589120319787853458" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br />We raked, picked up trash, and cut branches.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScgRF9bYtIpA_5o1QmPPC0LAH5Lo8np_66X1xCIrvcJSfEMHkDVVDLBXy02PfgBFNcZaIKkheCcqpQngwnId8hXKoiN_Ycu9otinnBmgQjfoNTUMuaDNli0SFolU58-UYKOlciVsvYRnh/s1600/DSC02003.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhScgRF9bYtIpA_5o1QmPPC0LAH5Lo8np_66X1xCIrvcJSfEMHkDVVDLBXy02PfgBFNcZaIKkheCcqpQngwnId8hXKoiN_Ycu9otinnBmgQjfoNTUMuaDNli0SFolU58-UYKOlciVsvYRnh/s320/DSC02003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589120325632858514" border="0" /></a><br />We got a lot of work done and ended up with one of the biggest burn piles I've ever seen.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXlYhSfoD3AKGM0ILqU6X6kahePRld5AwB50VXf-yONTtp4d9vV2EEHJeIi-HH5k3LvGo8LlRibuK1e3UyFqRbMQs6vS4l2pbblOAAhLZsgmDGP8op9Mvx9JuOlnmBKBXRT1uEJx8DEM5/s1600/DSC02012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXlYhSfoD3AKGM0ILqU6X6kahePRld5AwB50VXf-yONTtp4d9vV2EEHJeIi-HH5k3LvGo8LlRibuK1e3UyFqRbMQs6vS4l2pbblOAAhLZsgmDGP8op9Mvx9JuOlnmBKBXRT1uEJx8DEM5/s320/DSC02012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589119162706383570" border="0" /></a><br />I'm looking forward to roasting some marshmallows!<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /> -Anna<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-42326959409124232992011-03-28T04:51:00.000-07:002011-03-28T05:41:12.008-07:00Wool Working<div style="text-align: center;">A few months ago Mom decided she would like to learn how to make yarn from wool. She mentioned this to her Bible study. The next week the women brought us wool and all the supplies we needed to make yarn.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09KCGMWn-IzxJ5RH6LYiPEgfvwgUpDxttQd-_Wl4QlOGtA7_tx8IPBn9D_y67bDqHkfEN3ntGboiD1_G2TSC2WhymnzNhNouWcWADn8m1_UNXCthShpRye32Nb3jhfLMis0oSjGmaXcE7/s1600/204.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh09KCGMWn-IzxJ5RH6LYiPEgfvwgUpDxttQd-_Wl4QlOGtA7_tx8IPBn9D_y67bDqHkfEN3ntGboiD1_G2TSC2WhymnzNhNouWcWADn8m1_UNXCthShpRye32Nb3jhfLMis0oSjGmaXcE7/s320/204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589103970997658098" border="0" /></a>We also got lessons! This is Pavel's mom showing us how to card the wool. She told us that when she was younger she carded wool all the time. Now most of the women buy yarn because making it takes a lot of time.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawLHJ1Z-2cRpY2tgxDkPuylrFJlr8JrUSAqKQ0BJkqxAU32J9xdaT-UmmAsMEmS0vAs9GNArmD7_hi3eG3DyQRvRmotyZ58ugyA-YEfB6Ffv4nX2Sd2zjGxuHmabpPAvvVvfB67WUylP1/s1600/249.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgawLHJ1Z-2cRpY2tgxDkPuylrFJlr8JrUSAqKQ0BJkqxAU32J9xdaT-UmmAsMEmS0vAs9GNArmD7_hi3eG3DyQRvRmotyZ58ugyA-YEfB6Ffv4nX2Sd2zjGxuHmabpPAvvVvfB67WUylP1/s320/249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589103759562796754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Anna and I have been practicing.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmslWzA7Y_NikAPpRDkF4kK4qpR1dqUHu26i5rYCS8RtUauv6vJR-ciYqRzRcFaR74vSo5b8NPOT1STpPXgxadhdacmPs-Muitk1kfHrIxXlypYdh-5D8CmqF1EegtDvhZGJOUCieuMJ8F/s1600/246.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmslWzA7Y_NikAPpRDkF4kK4qpR1dqUHu26i5rYCS8RtUauv6vJR-ciYqRzRcFaR74vSo5b8NPOT1STpPXgxadhdacmPs-Muitk1kfHrIxXlypYdh-5D8CmqF1EegtDvhZGJOUCieuMJ8F/s320/246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589103583910982834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The next step is to make the yarn. We haven't figured out exactly how this works. Instead, we decided to felt the wool.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-78Aqr3OARRdO-U_dRLyKtVLg9Uzgs1qahyphenhyphenMUfE4E-MKUnpXVSpIqcxPwcFVBaj4qVRKEjz5v2lH50ky29wv_GsJZLSEea4NGD9mMOcLeigOvqSQWzSRxQASJdoleYqOJYN3zD5qXeNzf/s1600/253.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-78Aqr3OARRdO-U_dRLyKtVLg9Uzgs1qahyphenhyphenMUfE4E-MKUnpXVSpIqcxPwcFVBaj4qVRKEjz5v2lH50ky29wv_GsJZLSEea4NGD9mMOcLeigOvqSQWzSRxQASJdoleYqOJYN3zD5qXeNzf/s320/253.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589103408523077298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We put the carded wool in hot water and then pound it. This pushes all the fibers together and it comes out looking like a piece of fabric.<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhER6BE_HtxVlBR5aKTK4gDqk8gkI_Doij9IaNZ83ZMJ6Wu_VdMXeyVc6-5YZcyB0BP0yGKFE7E-kL50LPnmioTjwk1ehtIfwIunzT6_EELcLa0f4cuG5h_c16amOK4wXwDO4p14e0TArRL/s1600/257.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhER6BE_HtxVlBR5aKTK4gDqk8gkI_Doij9IaNZ83ZMJ6Wu_VdMXeyVc6-5YZcyB0BP0yGKFE7E-kL50LPnmioTjwk1ehtIfwIunzT6_EELcLa0f4cuG5h_c16amOK4wXwDO4p14e0TArRL/s320/257.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589103227092902834" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I made a felted glasses case. I like how it turned out, so I am planning to make a book bag.<br /><br />~Mikayla<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6gFBUDiYXljsWFDfJ4TqX7QMMavsgR6UR4mUdZE4HW03FnoIM0Do7jcV5docJWbDNNaDH4ln-1JO-3osUeQVcUFs5aRfY7C-jmQrwOCT-5YMr1iEfuI_ob-J6YZVCCPTmFAaPvZeTvv1D/s1600/204.JPG"><br /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-24524161218585037452011-02-02T05:32:00.000-08:002011-02-03T06:42:22.272-08:00Neglected Blogging<p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center">Can we back track to America six months ago? </p><br /><div align="center"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 187px; display: block; height: 139px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569085131281719186" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIoXjIHaTDdNGrpzEcK3n-OhqIO-n3B_8uwpl4JYdwSsUAcema3bOPdQyFZIouMB4v4WgJQX1r9apLEzewMLrc8IdMdKQAqG76gY3lZhqsL90N3eTxXkDtSWBithyphenhyphensF9AUyHhESeUp_8xd/s320/100_7569.JPG" border="0" /><br />It's late June, and we're just off the plane from Romania. America is hugging us as luxury flows through wide, sparkling streets. I smile as a long awaited for appointment begins.</div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569085667178903826" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwO5O1Uhb3lZB8w7buByg69LmNsqwb3zq7aDehRaWNeLmRdg3rJ1LuKomNdtRFpvNaC_fUdql1F9Ljs9nJNozQFBX6pcR4JpAit6M5EjoaeP44Hqy_wXbSEWrs5i7pJlX_eAtols4brbwG/s320/100_7605.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">My niece thrives at her job at a Paul Mitchell Training School, and she's an easy in for the primping and pampering this Romanian village girl craves.</p><br /><p><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569085153763411378" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qkroSK6pozGOYaFGEzc67Moe2LR-5bg6OU-JSOex6luoIhuC1OQ47u1tVOABanw8nogfOUc1WKEZu2OOEY9sxPS1vEFrBXyXlX_cwG55YXj2C7hWN8UUG0T1z0WAnYrY3yU3a8IkhkgK/s320/100_7589.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p align="center">Each member of my family is coralled to join me, and we meet our "Professionals in Training". (I was told I can't make fun of this title.) My Professional is short, cute, and talks about God. She also has bright purple hair.</p><br /><p align="center">God certainly aims to keep this missionary smiling.<br /></p><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 301px; display: block; height: 215px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569085139610905634" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEaEirgbS_WNLRlbJcYnXEoPmawTdbTST1uc89_w7TZFYG0HywBRRb2kjcuG_S7cVX9Bn0NbeuNqceJhgQj-WWlRhyBa5wm96xxog072Hppz8HL5N8g311v1r4AKaMx-6Bm1YIGqc8qsRr/s320/100_7570.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /></div><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569085148757234962" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7kzqG1rYcx3Vz3RG7CwaFiGuom91xknBZNyJUfVqs2qT0JqmwBYKh9Ev9K4wcjqcYPB0ax77J7QgqOL8gbvOesB4urHcx_eo2V2GFKg3AGfNMimY3so9AfkoulzfCIiBdTbC7e7zdV5me/s320/100_7592.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Mikayla has masses of hair cut off...<br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569085141839856882" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKjbkJzT_c0KQJYhHKKAbVb84w6L7-hxv2Pi4k46DPBC-bicDM1awcF1AKLIDhTBhqBVEwbWZ9kaidF-sHuA6nKNWemeESyMpUVozp6iLh8YUl8_ImVdlLbQWhSpK_cpMBRsKAhl5NsPfk/s320/100_7572.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">while Ron considers the closest escape route.</p><br /><div align="center"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 170px; display: block; height: 235px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569085661717083266" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihI8E7Ct-wMRcwSd6gF-n5tT1GCv3sffgLoMXUW24ak9xC5auc7ANzWHJ1_N9buulvgxKzisdA4M7j-rXE3wvD9bWEDOAqxbUkla-LEf5M-5KphOv_oCrJH5e6PRZQs7EMg4vUFPhdKKjr/s320/100_7601.JPG" border="0" />Even Matt gets in on the action. How do you spell a cut to please your dad? S_H_O_R_T<br /><br /><br /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 280px; display: block; height: 224px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569085676918208946" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXV_5FJ086ABuDUl2VzuTC_YBTwXinfdA-7Z-EE3AP4utNMmh-GV8Brnz3Xs95DXAD3eUxOCoM9VeoMdYjgbwB8-YbxWyj7M_wYjkmL8oC2pgN8dIzpI9LXPRq32SdzbCDFZqxjOw__6qo/s320/100_7609.JPG" border="0" /><br />The finished product leaves us groomed enough to enter the American culture.<br /><br /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 352px; display: block; height: 256px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569085680821742434" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXa4qWV35_gfwqmjvJCr275yZU1NwPw2vAftfJsGM4xQHUUIytZlgd4YGj21XnOUJsV5JtyIWnqdCZERxtZ_5_CLQd4YroFnydFoWwqDMyeFk8t0srypZnKAhkjXFaURR6gQqdrwdRZhtV/s320/100_7611.JPG" border="0" />We obviously are not in Bircii anymore!<br /><br /><br /><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 362px; display: block; height: 262px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569085691973802050" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtwOwtjIE_8SqF44dCZAwtDLMN8knxLfdk7-HBbqqJfegIsMnf8FII4sPi-lvZ5lDJ_8IgzIMn_W4C7LyGg37fMn5d3hp1gZc_1LaOL7G_cCwHa5VNiDctMsVwJjlEzUZIizcmMiNelxjS/s320/100_7613.JPG" border="0" />Here's a thank you to Sara and the "Future Professionals" from<br /><br />these "Current Missionaries".<br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-57140618637897953732011-01-24T23:48:00.000-08:002011-01-25T01:00:06.300-08:00Cold Winter Days<div align="center">Cold winter days have come again to Bircii. The snow has been falling continuously for over two days. </div><br /><div align="center">Perfect weather to curl up with hot chocolate and a good book.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 245px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566030105121083634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnvqsA-9Hgbs4teVdfjEuhNFdents5Yb1gJYPs7FASXSE0LrSE7qv7ox4jcXSjbERKwMeNBDlUMrp5nXFbvuWcDGhj5VuQCTtM38BHkwXkqqan4eicAIBWx0NsbAW4GBwnFiu3UDozDJZy/s320/DSC01681.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566030090532289458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL1IdTaghPojUko5Y-ldOpg_V2yYjNcDFFy8TRpXscjAcLGRzu29Ck-uG2BpgLlKqDPE_soa5y659oH7_g9z5REI_MKlXswfNA0QeOO3CCJHxnN-eXpusUWna4GJAvqUYkT4P1nKfI0P5Z/s320/DSC01675.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="center">In the afternoons we enjoy walking in the fields overlooking Bircii. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 334px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566038181282452882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3fTFhlTnQtJwBcm1048BYj0F0oalWpXTeRgnuuBCVG7w_jJER1Edpv8cVmyvS2b9t6vbTIaQo2RwLlIxKm_NS1v_WErQJDGcWLA4EqzN4n2DSVoBvvmYb-fc9Rkf_i0ofSMtyTAYZLdEI/s320/DSC01732.JPG" /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">As Ron goes out to start the fire we settle in for a night of knitting, watching tv, or playing games.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566035174305197714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjolAFwlCPmQPCpzePusWyBwB0pV-GbAurZhqmXlE5zQMIIllGmwcWIBVbNUSPhMtvvxdnhEVgcgds3QrrvFPRHEQCOEaZm7gYIPzLwzEOfsS4WNzMOPq_9AhM3iopBWBW1duF6Oi9_ryU/s320/DSC01781.JPG" /><br /><p align="center">(Insert perfect closing sentence here.)</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="center">~Mikayla</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-91237946321055951802010-12-30T06:35:00.000-08:002010-12-30T06:39:13.597-08:00Whoops<div style="text-align: center;">It's happening still. Our internet just can't seem to get enough speed for me to post pictures on our blog.<br />Facebook triumphs over our blog spot, however, and you can see some recent shots here.<br /><span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=260917&l=71e1b85503&id=106939296953">http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=260917&l=71e1b85503&id=106939296953<br /></a><br />Happy New Year!<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-68757298391469933552010-11-18T00:57:00.000-08:002010-11-20T00:43:47.650-08:00Caring<div align="center">Tiny steps echo on the floor above me. In the hall indecipherable (to me) conversation takes place. The sounds could be the same in any home around the world. But these sounds are bigger, more intense. I guess that's what you'd expect as THIS home currently holds 4 moms, 2 moms-to-be, and 10 kids.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540814020051256706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOnVwziwpFEbcvqR8vHrRI0EASy7dwj-RwHRlk7ypOz329iDIe_DqbvlArvAm5CBvneyHQqB8-TqEWLcfFa9DuV_nLE58AJ5zo-SNDI4y6IGVImFDQ6V8vfMcMOClfI6fY46nAy-YaMs9H/s320/IMG_6034.JPG" />Three of the moms, with their kids, live here permanently. The others stay here, safely tucked in, until their babies bloom and are born.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540814012753208226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic1-l0m1bjZXhdiVyaoEK2YTnl5KHGk8d4xC5lA2fNqkTLg6LAv3xdFF6ZwCpplmxzgzvWf2xPgAaKpVHeouiwHVXw3eHIPmp4ZX_oC85pUibFLxayjMrlZF0uD9GdKvtyJHVvsqefjAyQ/s320/IMG_6014.JPG" /><br />Big brown eyes greet us in the morning, and little bodies crawl on our laps at night. Soft hands grab ours as we walk, struggling free if a neighborhood dog or goat go by.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540813997196815602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ2PYWDzfBKjjuo6sVvxeQWSIcpbm8zu9hWurfDRCuSoQmBL1IElAGc1-w8rfg8zCEM3LdHzALW0hLvNTSE3nzCZ5fdolD_joFBqBJtzBUOnn5JLXc5IN_967V8x634y5jYaj4lX7vLEMN/s320/IMG_5966.JPG" /><br />One of the moms does the laundry. Several of them clean. Each are taught to serve others, yet still care for her own.<br /></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540813918622970226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_UMS8XFOfA_QOuigY8I-0O3HznoOWkZCgZogRRtmOSXnoBrcDi25K4tGG0lUM7CVQt4QYvLoLySizNtwtol64fD7swIlg53cXapjq_IgdVp3_LmmJT2Hfn-PRACqgE4eeYjqvZVCszavP/s320/IMG_5954.JPG" />God has brought a social worker/nurse, a counselor and others to show His love to these moms full-time.<br />Things run smoothly and we don't feel we offer much. We walk with the mom's to school, watch kids, provide rides, or at times stoke the fire.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540813914641028834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV4hu3WXYWjEP2cCig_I8pLdOIUS-Yo_W4poiN4WvLyWzA1_fE1Pjd-3BDAostY9i2eAKVIo2HtYh5iQzuX0DlbyN6WqbfgXElJbQyIren1-vYnaHYJ0Qilml6DeiE_i8KFIzyKUH5__kg/s320/IMG_5926.JPG" />Why, we've even offered a cup of water. Didn't Jesus talk about that??<br /><br /><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-87912090428403176032010-11-02T06:43:00.000-07:002010-11-03T02:24:49.854-07:00They Came<div align="center">With Joy wrapped around them and music in their hearts, they arrived.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534955618453988274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn-SFycxFEkw2ZJMjUCcqMK7iJSWIpSora4SkBAQtXyhONs_rXcB9M3Ca4lVLXjkf9QSaf7_OBssxEr3djOKw2lIX-G4Yu4WANKefKT-2PmfiCty8qD5h7-tfHqLS2zylywvLb66gpXn6d/s320/DSC_2707.JPG" />God kept this present a secret until days before they would arrive. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534953066923256562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcTrqJx9sBkuy5XBf-RRV5vKx6MCaRoFMTQlN4JcKgCzE9W5vybKRqHq8iEi9SG0RWlZnSakTA4yvmwnY3AxBkPKA3Uua_Yt_xi820SfLdxj5daRDcjj_7D_AM-71Fj40LPcos74cy8YT2/s320/DSC_2617.JPG" />"Fara Cuvinte" (Without Words), a praise band from Timasoara, spent the weekend with us, sharing their love of music and God. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534964921654347282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFjtZI_gR9oJr2Zm5tg4KrGbaUXtHOmGx0h2X76Utjt3_Ea5L9e2Pa7sxjU3nzxmuHQ5Chu9f0b7UChmz_VQzTICwKA36rwWNoX43NW2tKlla1vQshvd3tDtlSUibp8VJtLERH_e_fZucU/s320/DSC_2478.JPG" /> They taught the youth group during the day, <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534949600413061282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3QelgS2YFNjPL1WEIw-qwCpTiPt2aH5tLGuJOv4bDmtEGFAmrSFwMuwbSOZccj9UrGjvRYnDPLpD0n7dTCiSpBSEtIqC4m8stnizcaYddbwjiUELVEm8TgQErDoA8QfrVc6Ly5APPwoU/s320/DSC_2427.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534963332210823474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0oG4kafRE4OWPm5u-YQh0qdpnPxB_-HOtnlr9xcSSI76X8tbLaqFB2cDQIuFfY1pos_WY92kdOfwvCyGzi2foRk2XDdCyyWV_Rb7uKLukliKHejEsi4qPv_GP8Hl07KnzCBXZKgr7rVJ/s320/DSC_2587.JPG" /></div><p align="center">and sang for the community in the evening.<br /></p><br /><div align="center">We hope to see Fara Cuvinte again.</div><br /><div align="center">May the praises keep coming!<br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_KLVwif2dwwhy1dlhF3irY7a_ner5gUm-99aHYPXa81Q1eAPnk9ddbSk4i3JcSQy3flWwyYHpESO6GcCdqE5nwNXPvpGBSGcM0ZesAkBOOQwQbEOThRU6Ao7X5lAwnpVIm2xpUVMqFBL/s1600/DSC_2429.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-6113571113654903972010-10-04T06:05:00.000-07:002010-10-04T08:27:48.063-07:00Imagine this...During the last 1 1/2 weeks since we've been back in Bircii I've been deliberate. <br /><br />"Our Stateside friends will want to see this," I comment as the camera clicks away.<br /><br />Unfortunately, our internet service forgot what clicking is. I can't get our pictures to upload, so the rest is up to you.<br /><br />Imagine this.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A few days after we arrived back, a friend from church gifted us with eggplants, peppers, eggs, farmer's cheese, apples and more. Don't they look delicious??<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Heather and some of the youth group did some weed wacking before we arrived. The weeds aren't gone, however. Here's a photo of Mikayla (wearing her "happy, I love to work" face) and Anna tackling the side yard.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The spiders and mice had 3 months to move into our home. Heather and crew got most of the spiderwebs, but here's Ron trying to capture the mouse under our stove.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Our greenhouse grabbed some wind early in the summer, and there isn't much left. You can see, however, that the tomatoes didn't seem to mind!<br /><br /><br />Hope you didn't mind imagining a bit of Bircii life. Maybe by the time I write the next blog both the photos AND internet will click.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-68060833967660896072010-06-22T07:47:00.000-07:002010-06-22T08:29:47.364-07:00Call it...<div align="center">"Furlough"</div><div align="center">"Home Assignment"</div><div align="center">"Not Vacation"</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Call it what you wish. We're on our way tomorrow. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">Here's a peek at our schedule:</div><div align="left"> <span style="font-size:85%;">(it will probably change!)</span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">June 23...Rock Island, IL</div><div align="left"> June 27...Speak at Community Christian Church</div><div align="left">June 1...Perry, IA</div><div align="left"> July 4...Speak at Perry Bible Church</div><div align="left">July 5...York, NE</div><div align="left">July 7??...Boulder, CO </div><div align="left">July 12...Pray, MT</div><div align="left">July 16...Libby, MT</div><div align="left"> July 18...Speak at K. Valley Church</div><div align="left">July 21???...Victoria, British Columbia</div><div align="left">July 23...Lebanon, OR</div><div align="left"> July 24...Speak at Church</div><div align="left">July 26???...Lake Tahoe</div><div align="left">July 29???...Desert Hot Springs</div><div align="left">August 2...Scottsdale, AZ</div><div align="left">August 5...Whitepine, CO</div><div align="left">August 7...Salida, CO</div><div align="left"> August 8...Speak at Heart of the Rockies Church</div><div align="left">August 10...Silver Lake, KS</div><div align="left">August 11...Perry, IA</div><div align="left"> August 15...informal time with Perry Bible Church</div><div align="left">August 22...Speak at Lighthouse Church</div><div align="left">August 23...Cannon Falls, MN</div><div align="left">August 24...Barron, WI</div><div align="left">August 25...Rib Lake, WI</div><div align="left">August 29...Medford, WI ??Speak at First Baptist Church</div><div align="left"> Meet with Cornerstone Church</div><div align="left">August 30...Whitehall, WI</div><div align="left">Sept 1...Clear Lake, IA</div><div align="left">Sept 2...Perry, IA</div><div align="left">Sept 3...Siloam Springs, AR</div><div align="left">Sept 7...Perry, IA</div><div align="left"> Sept 12...informal time with Perry Bible Church</div><div align="left">Sept 16...Rock Island, IL</div><div align="left">Sept 23...Back to Romania!</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-32001652244577105392010-05-17T04:51:00.000-07:002010-05-22T04:47:42.707-07:00Come and See<div align="center"> They could've gone on a cruise. </div><div align="center"><br />We're thankful they didn't.</div><div align="center"><br />Romania from the Miller's lense.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473035614892261346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5pIrj6BdSzb0FgEK-Gm7b1PirjhhBR35Ot7jJOqcpTIaWJy8zqbNDwyM_5w93KAzCZUphPJrqKClLZeOWrerhLFPksp3L4Wir6gaIHXZvLt6Good1kjp7dCSJjWXftDS2oS2w24hnVPLL/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Isaac and Nicole Miller experiencing mici, the forest,</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">and</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473035617076088322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8H_4GlOllSI-kuf-YngArs8wwmFD9s4DiTtFls96wewjx0ec6OowW0xjMmpfqmARdAQ7lxH4boTGqRhZB2nBkuaaMKbXotTYvr-aY1qxG36oT-6Lj2O_XPNMMaGjBiFyjF5AYy_JIvQNT/s320/049.JPG" border="0" />sharing the beat.</span></em></p><p align="center"><em><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473041276791901986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQo35TRaxqzVaaciYwjNyaRS4IZqDrynubsiYN8B2f4nQbvAmei9WxqYPQ1beh50OINXOMd9vbvOKwuja1zm2lfUHbHbnVKDososvigg3KYoSRb1BSqywTMtWsBHjkCU7Hqcw6s53WQFVc/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /></span></em> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Taking in Bircii's "Wal-mart"...</span></em></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGVc9Rduhw0pUb94czXaHST_9HLun-nYt-5Rj0wmcV3Ea884mjHOias7gKuMIut1tQEC58Ygo3ilAce2iooFKPejrPCRG_H3qx5z3lEZjw5ACKDntulzF3K0puQWkE4ddap7JFCqBgEqu/s1600/011.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473041264798143394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiGVc9Rduhw0pUb94czXaHST_9HLun-nYt-5Rj0wmcV3Ea884mjHOias7gKuMIut1tQEC58Ygo3ilAce2iooFKPejrPCRG_H3qx5z3lEZjw5ACKDntulzF3K0puQWkE4ddap7JFCqBgEqu/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">complete with shoes.</span></em><br /><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ozthyo2Ctp9U_2Kku4EXasxgcb__pfJ43MHaRguQwZyGAGOLoK1rs4aVA9MCosQWCLFAh8H7g481yRHA58xz00Z1gAy269oMp-neKPLvr02Zt_tPhMmO60Vev20dQE4xb0Hfk30kYqio/s1600/424.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473029658800316338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_ozthyo2Ctp9U_2Kku4EXasxgcb__pfJ43MHaRguQwZyGAGOLoK1rs4aVA9MCosQWCLFAh8H7g481yRHA58xz00Z1gAy269oMp-neKPLvr02Zt_tPhMmO60Vev20dQE4xb0Hfk30kYqio/s320/424.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Lending muscle before</span></em><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2bgNAfd9ZQof559kq22bXQXcXyFJGjFwm5YL3rcnaG5ZlH28q68IN9_5d8L7OaBA6BjphFEtjSsU2VL1eIcX2jhF8Y_mkHSwJG407oP9rqdBhnLfgsKHsT6Oi5Zqq_-XyZmodQu3-08fv/s1600/527.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473029646439127746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2bgNAfd9ZQof559kq22bXQXcXyFJGjFwm5YL3rcnaG5ZlH28q68IN9_5d8L7OaBA6BjphFEtjSsU2VL1eIcX2jhF8Y_mkHSwJG407oP9rqdBhnLfgsKHsT6Oi5Zqq_-XyZmodQu3-08fv/s320/527.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;">anticipating the views.</span></em><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473035604124835698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_lPG921sdlS1wdlPK3cQYqHhukQdCbIgWC3H4NANZlxyC9Yjg_kGE3aOecG_GxF6MkCzCFoYDiQeZH9ZrX_8EV9gVo5k3FejCIJ7_WHrVp96wV7ocU2TQBG6MHr2NYBHUY3Ta7GEge0sJ/s320/495.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Peles Castle</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em> </div><div><span style="font-size:85%;"><em>Kings walked here,</em></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><div><br /></span><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLHB98uNPsewdwhQrPCH5saMd9tUUVeVvUTLs-u9EVAoNQOQiqAcjJa9yFT5EJNKawF8oPEvR4fZW1nXdrNNK6bWsn9JACx-Mi5tMBHlVwpLUREk0z0Ksp_GlH0k4vjNFuFHaqP29yhI5/s1600/484.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473022239606764034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqLHB98uNPsewdwhQrPCH5saMd9tUUVeVvUTLs-u9EVAoNQOQiqAcjJa9yFT5EJNKawF8oPEvR4fZW1nXdrNNK6bWsn9JACx-Mi5tMBHlVwpLUREk0z0Ksp_GlH0k4vjNFuFHaqP29yhI5/s320/484.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473022235457785634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMYObshiZ54f366leu0hrM_ZmRIW2wK7q3Ax8qPP12uRVnYFi8QtO3vpC29QyUifstRCLPbTHDAn5cQNoNwnaYamxkzNmtNXn12X6SadkHhgsv65eybKCYoPO_LaJf1ihiXbiiHKi-0weg/s320/475.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em> </em></span><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Brasov</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></em></span><div><br /><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMq-WxdX-uQaEj48CSy_o1BP7qM9sP9MvSUQs4iMUYcHf8Neh9fF2TY33cL3e7NBu8OszCXVC_eVwAJ5Q-FSx8TAcoPgWuW8k4EJqfbfAFbAhDxwtkcrkAok1cIkiCc-ST5cF6XZe-kJdF/s1600/446.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473017805695293538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMq-WxdX-uQaEj48CSy_o1BP7qM9sP9MvSUQs4iMUYcHf8Neh9fF2TY33cL3e7NBu8OszCXVC_eVwAJ5Q-FSx8TAcoPgWuW8k4EJqfbfAFbAhDxwtkcrkAok1cIkiCc-ST5cF6XZe-kJdF/s320/446.JPG" border="0" /></a> <div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">and Kings walked here.</span></em></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI2IHmL4EH0-xMPfFVUA8io3XAmFGGG3H3Jc6joF8cK5tCKMFPduFaJ5XVy-GPcMRt7EndiUQkM4Gdb7Cam-jEJacZCDgF5To4FVy-UbfqQk81RDpX_qVdsMytN8uTJJ18J_Zk_6GOkeyF/s1600/398.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473009948837011586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI2IHmL4EH0-xMPfFVUA8io3XAmFGGG3H3Jc6joF8cK5tCKMFPduFaJ5XVy-GPcMRt7EndiUQkM4Gdb7Cam-jEJacZCDgF5To4FVy-UbfqQk81RDpX_qVdsMytN8uTJJ18J_Zk_6GOkeyF/s320/398.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em><div><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Luke, Isaac, Nicole and Sara</span></em><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472998625694873170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6FHr7-_QaEquy4hFTNp76Ih4qB08tFAUeRBOxPJfgThNBwxN-zDmikLqFMKeadjH46g8B7kmXmIkHpt_s0xM4-_9MfFT-BmLwprkclh70wyk6s07-kN6ruG37CU7Iij4UugBDr7D_1qt2/s320/368.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><br />They've joined our journey.</div><div>Thanks Isaac and Nicole!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-27303663891759422292010-05-11T08:45:00.000-07:002010-05-12T20:32:59.184-07:00Facing the Flood<div align="center">The thunder went on through two chapters of my book. Our roof did it's leaking thing, and there was some water seeping through the windows, yet still, it came as a surprise. </div><div align="center"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470326808836818466" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3OuFYrH4EdWNmGxUNYSEdq04gf0U1A0VmOtwqVWT01lrUdgxixMnHe5vHNgZscQiehXBXaLCP2rZf5oUVC-EdvTbGOEpM6PFDpTeXna6rbZBQbDtLA_9WI4IuqDW_c6M0JRJGI46UAoSX/s320/018.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></div><div align="center">The water in front of our gate was a puddle in comparison. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8JHvvYjiGobZLq9Nkxk0S1bIy2SeaR_K7kCm8K6GVoYgQzI6c0qkFBh5f2Ltwr618dbXXHvwNT_w_LUMapKec2F5K5ECNRlusbHd2UBj_9hbD9Qxvc0K6UQZjuJmNDr6mNP_bm6lFAU6y/s1600/018.JPG"></a> Bircii is built in a valley and when the rains come fast and hard, so does the water.<br />
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Heather and Pavel had minor damage. Other's didn't fare as well.<br />
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</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOaI5I2CgUu5Y0SaZHhQsE8bCVD3XlFjZzPFv97XaQJhNATlABZ9ZHH3uLlN1cjjmi27sWxLW78hRJBv3zLBf6wWB69AsxknhL25xil_qka9cHJWNEh9N2fGvqIEJM3bO0tWrQx3W8sw-/s1600/022.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470322595325451586" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKOaI5I2CgUu5Y0SaZHhQsE8bCVD3XlFjZzPFv97XaQJhNATlABZ9ZHH3uLlN1cjjmi27sWxLW78hRJBv3zLBf6wWB69AsxknhL25xil_qka9cHJWNEh9N2fGvqIEJM3bO0tWrQx3W8sw-/s320/022.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a><i>H. and P.'s front gate. Do you see the bewildered cow?</i><br />
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8VJA45bxPWh2tzpJwhbyl7jFGgwsLQkqxK1BRPo8KnBmne58Zl0uj-CFeCKLj6pF85llFYxCZYmwCauku88d1TRFFja0u30T01VnGXHKD3ksFJ2AG0VMBDuZnhvAZ-crV_u8Q2TKDyGc0/s1600/036.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470322572790807218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8VJA45bxPWh2tzpJwhbyl7jFGgwsLQkqxK1BRPo8KnBmne58Zl0uj-CFeCKLj6pF85llFYxCZYmwCauku88d1TRFFja0u30T01VnGXHKD3ksFJ2AG0VMBDuZnhvAZ-crV_u8Q2TKDyGc0/s320/036.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> <i><span style="font-size: 85%;">Lord looking for a dry spot to stand. Heather and Pavel's other dog house was floating. </span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-size: 85%;">Some of the villagers lost livestock.</span></i><br />
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtm5YK8ODdNydCy-pM2_u1zGW5jzD1seg0sZC2LIMMzAxV8biYXqbyZBBQmkT6KCgJfiEXf0n5pdgQMvn1TSfa0YmqaLzG7dwV2yy7IgUjdeD9kmzIkxJUFRm9aqoebMULYKaD4th1JtAg/s1600/027.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470311523422783746" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtm5YK8ODdNydCy-pM2_u1zGW5jzD1seg0sZC2LIMMzAxV8biYXqbyZBBQmkT6KCgJfiEXf0n5pdgQMvn1TSfa0YmqaLzG7dwV2yy7IgUjdeD9kmzIkxJUFRm9aqoebMULYKaD4th1JtAg/s320/027.JPG" style="display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a></div><div><i><span style="font-size: 85%;">The water next to the pink stucco fence is actually a road which leads to higher ground.</span></i></div><div><i><span style="font-size: 85%;"></span></i> </div><div><i><span style="font-size: 85%;"></span></i> </div><div><i><span style="font-size: 85%;"></span></i> </div><div><i><span style="font-size: 85%;"></span></i> </div><div>A few homes took the direct hit of torrents funneling down the roads. Little resistance is offered when your house has a mud floor and clay walls. We know of three families who had everything ruined.</div><div><br />
</div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470311501718117410" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlhwmI7MqG9oFU3fpvMCOAWOzX3bR1MeasJTQufgdAzYF124UOta9bI1D-2UP7GaIAaQ7nNii-HC-qeq1_T_rDdAbdfv01Tl0jP8ouaSb8pRwih0xwfF2VeJa0h96eJ6zv6wsPlNNYayNo/s320/031.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /><i><span style="font-size: 85%;">This is a road turned waterfall.</span></i><br />
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdggFVHYkokBCmRjjotAsSZRc22Op8YJhkcej7esE0hU1cHBaC5V621VT0x7l4o_71dD-ziAON-5Xt81eIrcz_N650Jf9KuVLvDzCWEhhqaq8dnJGjwwrcwEXXtH71KjVXWwm-ByXNn5he/s1600/028.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470311514213853794" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdggFVHYkokBCmRjjotAsSZRc22Op8YJhkcej7esE0hU1cHBaC5V621VT0x7l4o_71dD-ziAON-5Xt81eIrcz_N650Jf9KuVLvDzCWEhhqaq8dnJGjwwrcwEXXtH71KjVXWwm-ByXNn5he/s320/028.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a> <i><span style="font-size: 85%;">Surveying the damage at Heather and Pavel's. </span></i><br />
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<div>The mayor came around the next day. A back hoe dug out a few ditches and locals started cleaning the mud/sewer/trash from their yards. There is no Red Cross.</div><div></div><div></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470311502202592338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWdGO_q1sEsTyORZ6jgySCi69TEknf9NoiWLeObuaBYoSaXLaic8BvHjfKQk_viuzVyj8hjAmmf6gGJjCCYA4mURxABkTlebFGP_veSezlnMApgRMcA8XRDajs8uqljUuwiRu4g7hlafqd/s320/029.JPG" style="display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></div><div><br />
The last flood was in '05. Hopefully it won't happen again soon, </div><div>but major storms are expected this week.</div><div>In fact, it's thundering right now.</div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-39122618514850607002010-04-30T04:59:00.000-07:002010-05-08T01:36:45.942-07:00Spring<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfly4jeJzMjtVTtefyDjH73z-fPwMr_8hE7K5O2PjEJKPA-u3lQoB9KFHJgXnkU2dJFRMNgRr0akeq6-u520xOr_Y_fucUv46UzkW3QVDY4D2-UsPOV1ythLvtZXmet3f-LKeFasYRfEQ/s1600/44.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465904283949420338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzfly4jeJzMjtVTtefyDjH73z-fPwMr_8hE7K5O2PjEJKPA-u3lQoB9KFHJgXnkU2dJFRMNgRr0akeq6-u520xOr_Y_fucUv46UzkW3QVDY4D2-UsPOV1ythLvtZXmet3f-LKeFasYRfEQ/s320/44.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Spring has come to Bircii, and with Spring comes sun, warmth, and flowers! From what we have seen, Romanian's love flowers. Many of them have beautiful flower beds full of tulips. </div><div align="center"><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465902978615091938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRfGyC2W5LBAKhgO1VKP74UdTYd8O6cyUTFh5PbFtt8vgEmAk1AVA6hfhTojktoO3WpmQaVvV-u89FgvXJ8HrDKo5QGVMycCnN9LfID9sP5E0KnqUVnNLPN82NHBgHxlyLyBPHb0yYersQ/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">These tulips came from Pavel's mom, she gave us a big bouquet.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465904270076903602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDtu9CawRrKFHdBny_kNw00TUSFozmuwCqvSn4xF3tF5C-51RMh9sWnQhc3aCewhS8atykm-6b4W9etECeR5VOIWQr5UU5pBU6U-pQsqMo4TJxuudo-uE7yAzsqBLVjDM-0RUeU0XfQRma/s320/33.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">These flowers came from one of our neighbors, she stopped mom on the road to give them to her. </div><div align="center"><br /> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465904277747593298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfoOdR4J9Aj6PPNNaz5VIX_utYub_QRT7n8f3zCRPIHRewqkucAD5_eLOKIBDemCbeL2zeS_rzNk_5DJRGAfgakkn5S3ldEihyszkVCL3P-Z0f8bq7tp10TJouABAjiFLenKJi_dQMif3F/s320/39.JPG" border="0" /> <br />This is one of the few tulips we have growing in our garden.<br /><div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465902983410551602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8zEm3eNP8vStW8Rpg7jPfp8p1WzTy9rkMrsOGPJ-zZyQ3CExCm6sJZog3CxbgPofF0qkbIjze5TPCmp0I2W7-BK2ofZHhiT_2LQt31vMh4EhPTokChwgD3Kw98Ax3JLFpadT8w_QTNIjr/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /></div><div> </div><div>The whole village is full of blossoming plum trees, this one is in our back yard. </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>~Mikayla<br /></div><div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-48549319191663107872010-03-27T02:56:00.000-07:002010-03-29T06:10:15.267-07:00Up the Mountain<div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Three days of driving. Romania's pot holes and snow turn into smooth Hungarian roads. The sun shines and Slovakia greets us with good friends and solid beds. The road goes upwards. We enter Poland over mountain passes embedded with snow. </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453254697243191474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKKHcKn9RGqMDiefBUu3M17DsWeGjZzYGXgRKErZlZ334-FxEou40EPoW3Gq0LBcpkWmKQqDGefqm4nxoWDB2MIarmKGzi8CR81d8RTSw-FVyOVPPmkRzhEHPRT75IGAEf7bAnXhbQ6VB2/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453309043254842418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9f4lcD0oE_LRsAV5vFnnupeOZJtxCsXjl6cU22BLTQ2Qh_EnID3IBx9J94mk2JmRvqOxc4ULdbNf3WQov-Eq01GTv04JCUQ-inDvkrxq5llRZAjzGi2jEddse5Tmi7U8nEQPEVIloJVkD/s320/167.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453305121401862402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsz-g6RR67kG6l0kJz2RN3EwVlb2xp6nlVbFXCMfSUEUGReGLrcSQK2U7-GO5V29SzNZK7IzLlTEX7DIfLEnF0k4BujRFYKu56rACrPxU8pkx4OhrThMwiv419-jgtaRwm4XNS-an1gvMk/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /> <div align="center"></div><div align="center">We're here!</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453276270097906018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbqntmot5ET9JCwciTjo6ohJ9Rp7ZgW55DuAfcFweithfFh-tG8OC0ojI71dczOp8nTUqP6lB4UvoeZZgrgQFrPZ0ZpopevwYWP6teAFn5BDVzbmuWUkXZw0UXrZHqRoG7rsSI9KxiA0pm/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Staff Conference. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Days of speaking just English. Worship with others sold out for Christ. Laughter and playing cards and a Youth Pastor from the States loving and teaching our kids.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453291393976426258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3hyRQ34OSCU1ygPWcHFSPnujb9Z_ODUI4AA60vPtXdI28DCm1e-MRSzlGfqeQ5kqh09fUI29qvSkzKTyhl4L46bApIR5IqLUMBAHQuLDbqxfCtMkDoBI_as74hK6I_noS0j6B_mYClnlg/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453305128804140994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2HfkglwtYQijPmE0s8n9yYcMMG4LNI00y0pT1LwonX2s0S8Y_gbgnzhO2HayQMRqgv2wkOMpx94au7ylwjyWzEB52KaVgF-GI8Iry1aMDXHASUx6SYIP2x0KxnqUHSHzfeaSl0ioQLYZQ/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453305133097217346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLAD1BAAXA07EeMdVy64x6TjSA2pMhXh5FVF0H8rejVrDSo0WQqVnEfcLK54RBmusZwxAzW5VR0zgksrHZlVHAKKWBXI4SO-uVfjK1yGkXkReG6wxc6eEiO9Su-mCAfKE5aTzEFV10zh0Q/s320/135.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453254723539661730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7UEz4khuTM2QrVYdseCLodit7cQwF4Gs14BouY9cIGbRwIfvP1xwd0V86-I0WJrVrdPHSsH50rczz8JsVPWk8pG8dxpQ0Rj8ijHjdYWjFxWbXDo9GhhgyddcEb4OSN6ZFgu-dfmwCJ2-i/s320/064.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453301424360447522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8-6nR3CifSk5LPqsOHeDrwfUiUnwDttP6EfJ6cv8ylK3zWeXXzetJ_Ib_stPMdmny2FE-wh8JmePnh5UqZttRbCg9SIcx-JAi2aGYix6rk7w0Ru9gPCAtjSz4HPKng2lD76wU89_L7kI9/s320/254.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453254713811099074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4nTyYyJGEEFJHRdsSNljpyB5IRnnzZHScasBV8b44V8x9em7BiAoz8pM04Doh4yB0T9828Kfv39knzt-RQRYyaogrMipHKsciNpByArVlwxpI_kJ_0hQxP-CFZzn3w1ry3sh1y_t9_jGM/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453254719208034754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj30Zz0vF4U51r7vJ0G4O73XKud2vkuzh6PxCO0B5SkkXE6Fpqam-bkVtw067M4djOakYNphHljtNWtosJ7FQWyV42T3Pj7ivvzKK8oelhWUvfE7Dt1Zt3YZWbeEaosbCgJYkl-c-PFzI6/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453291387278191394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl5vB_kugWDInmr31zRmV1AvWYuoNzFifcnd5OVFMVhBLochbPnztDSySXb755y9kV1dNPnEYY2jNaw5g-pwnU5u0ecQ2uiyGJVaOTOlaP6HPxoDCg_p6TT0xq1nPsfnQAv1nDYtLNIt7u/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Talk and talk and talk with messages speaking to the heart. </p><p align="center"><br /> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453301409619714898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaQNdAiD1VtdAwgBSL2avKQv9n8KpPkSjVQqkj6coSCiIPckji5x1TlDqqkZzOixUDxAYVzm-dZpq6ZE7JOxcgFM4BRi1Xp-xPMUq5cphzDM2c-nIigkiJd9oRq9Go0I1Kf0Ri9CgfIMl7/s320/086.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">The trickle begins. Friends leave. The car is packed. Mountain passes fade. Slovakia turns into Hungary and Hungary into Romania. Potholes return. Watch out!! Romanian drivers are back.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453309046620411010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLmhMthCJ_LwOKrjGEyJzwdW3XJ8W9A_IQd2ObqC1LKrTlpW_baghnyz8MFrz708E7Kn-OVo2Y1fihSfmOSvKIAABIS4vNjpPfm79es_uDYjX0FprKfoptgK_2-fMuvM0VFTZvJJkN1pRN/s320/178.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center"><br />How I love Staff Conference. How I love the mountains.</p><div align="center"> A wise sage* said it best, though. "Look at the top of those mountains...Is there any Fruit growing up there?" </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453301413036195346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5JJvgNtrOhpXB6wmXgZikK0mGJBFDsPDZ5bTki_1xyNbrEhJIG1Z3Z2lI0Xaob7VFYojMJT4naY_SiYHqAk545fb5D2fuyqDHYxwak2oZXk-AkVkYP22dlYm01MC3UM57oScOA50uqe7/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><div align="center"><em>"This is to my Father's glory, that you bear much fruit, showing yourselves to be my disciples."</em></div><div align="center">John 15:8<br /> <br /><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ8DACP5m5wOwYAnPdGxgywaWihiwgRfoYHzHTdvbWH2xgYR2zuol130XONz8QKOdbIvY49QVb83USscOakwDy9ZUJKGEmngbND6XdcZlLX9xYo6TtJB4XElAhyphenhyphenP-YQzpT6acxIiq5vTzP/s1600/038.JPG"></a><br />*Darwin Anderson, Director of International Messengers<br /><br /><br /> (written by Paula)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-47910743725901237142010-03-04T00:36:00.000-08:002010-03-04T05:14:48.192-08:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0rQaeAsuBDcSTzxr63OQqTuYx2Trr207m8hALLfEAYqR-x55Is-YYFNvxefUoC8WTTAKa5mQZYGhfxQi_B17Fz4g-i1JDX3ge1pV6zbTIuYkmkgkno-o7y7PvS_2ferjQhZIEOkf1yov2/s1600-h/050.JPG"></a> Every Saturday at 2pm there is orchestra practice. Mikayla and I grab our mandolins and head down our dirt road towards the church. Some Saturdays we stay in Bircii and other Saturdays we drive to Potcoava to practice. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444699204207806658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNmC2xZ3p4lAB8KMbcE33FK3KzrrRu9YY0MjYEQhCUxsk8uta1nS5yb7mYUoK-LBj7LnAUTrmcqjKmh2qALsOs5aB10O0616_oMZbDUUD-HnuNxcCHJW8LuwKy5ci6ZYgSKPOcp11Hp0oI/s320/054.JPG" border="0" />When we get to the church Heather and one or two of the youth are usually there tuning mandolins and setting up.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444699202704938386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCstrPVRt7397KrMFsiMQTXTvedrC6VfR9Lawc-hc2hF3dO8fOlsBuEBxlVNfTqLvPwPGz07lX6QP5WPjKWiyoozbPbFxHKEJdEDWBbU0I69RmwMTEQ70xITCXK4AFnkVAPYrEl3KoXw7C/s320/044.JPG" border="0" />By the time the rest of the youth have trickled in the mandolins are tuned and we are ready to start practicing. Everyone takes their mandolin, pick and seat. Heather then chooses a song to play and away we go.<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444699198099379826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYY2V9Qqh7ge5125vdSkZzNh6JGIC9q27eeD2MUDatX9Q6I15alCwWARd9Kysnsd-EHTB0smaOOikZNs_1ZWbmbSQf26HpPfsACJpDUxzaX1A1jqseZcTXCDK7lJwaeQclYH41tT_9r6m7/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /><br />After about 2 hours practice is done and we all head home.<br /><br />The next morning before church the mandolins are tuned again and if we have time we practice some of the songs.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444699208023295698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjr4hw6P-9peNB2zPCNBhiW5liw34nECsMzg-sk6NtBKMWZD-N0-f4r6czpi9Ug3MEBHHlUYXQQhkXPWINfjAptIypYURnjvapLHwzogSLXJCcMHkXV38FrS0fT7EzfzaxexDuzpAthxl_/s320/062.JPG" border="0" /><br />Halfway through church there is a sharing time. This is when the orchestra plays. No one claps but my mom always smiles</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left">~Anna<br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-10456555759819894152010-02-24T03:30:00.000-08:002010-02-25T03:40:02.532-08:00Down The Danube<div align="center">It's dark. </div><br /><div align="center">The moon is hiding behind ever present clouds, and as usual, the street lights are off.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">I know I'm in Romania, but my thoughts keep returning to a campsite twenty years ago by a waterfall in Canada.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">These thoughts make no sense until I stop and listen.<br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441773033531935218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPZuoid8mAL8Sqe58qo_VFshjnH6ZcvV3VKBsSjCZvJOQyy6X01WY4LxLu8K9MQ7HglMLN-mDqLhAjRhDWO04W19PCZJX_nRWhP7xVG7zM6oByTkWeh4I_BnQU9_Q3xODLIaSrCjoKYAee/s320/100_6881.JPG" border="0" /> Can you hear it?<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441773031877725250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDLB6sBYpBtUVM4WRkKvnkZw-hjLkoxgkgYTUsjgFtTj4IOij1F1d0LQuPbkvDwx6m-PvC3GrxonO0nXazs49_ddYGdccWyf1MgFmwyKdnetl_Wc7Nm6Eb-g55s3oyG-F3lSuUpULoiMXv/s320/100_6879.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />The waters are rushing.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441773028924830930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOapwxKuneggfXaS6XMAXGLT3BhXRBzlx7sUbRZ_b5EDbvoy8P0RMY2bbjoX9u-__p7kk4s8SQ-N0mrG6bhTskR_yEMmbH3BEu1n1mu0AHI9lf4KGeXTsNQotalUnfPecFk7pUrcvj6i-l/s320/100_6878.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div>The once empty culverts have turned into rapids.<br />The snow is exiting and soon will be singing its song in the Danube.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441773019156667394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZmsq9xWBmJAexe8YYyJ-pPJUAAuK8T2vHl2jd0M-T3gSIQKtOuwz9TJJG6mJj36OC1CaY-OFtmmuGVLXkZW8yDRrGiC3g168v7vENyYlD7b09djj96qM3W_v1Hcr24gv3wX_vtKCqWbgc/s320/100_6877.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div>Before long the ditches will dry, and the sound of rapids will retreat.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Or will they?</div><br /><br /><div>"...If a man is thirsty , let him come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, as the Scripture has said, streams of living water will flow from within him."</div><br /><br /><div>John 7:37.38</div><br /><br /><div>LISTEN.</div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6901708733352565453.post-25830541299222519582010-02-15T05:09:00.000-08:002010-02-15T05:53:48.765-08:00Lake Bircii<div align="center"> Last week we had a blizzard. More snow then we have had all winter got dumped on Bircii. Even the tractors trying to clear the roads got stuck in the huge drifts.<br /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438460778127286594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTTuXEkLCTpkXS6YetJIhJqOj5vkm0c6s8asE72Tp8yelBeD0Rs9Z8uQyBhXNHltIavW9sLaYjasR4j97L6NZmgtGUu9KN2aIXU1YN7fFHAKx6QBML0twr03zq6WFjInZI8DIL0Nwcwzot/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438460767702720450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy_u1Zq4XU1zlpp3_zTZhvH0JcRypej-rsGkCZoyMKrsK1YX9peZ6-DXZ5BPt8d5XyRfCgvDUM5JTJqOi-kUMwHPubzYEF2-XFqB6APPA2yDn4fbacz09H0WyQseBeBy1vFSRjM1vWsiK-/s320/095.JPG" border="0" />We were all very excited when it started to melt, the sun even came out for a while. The next day one of the girls from the youth came to visit and help us with our Romanian. She walked into our yard greeted us and promptley told us that we have a lot of water. Mikayla and I looked torwards the gate to see water trickling under it and agreed. We didn't discover what she actually meant untill we walked out our gate on the way to orchestra practice and were greeted with this sight.<br /><br /><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438460780751019762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_1cDbJeBC3lmbVN7-c8U0zpW4Y5IAwe0TFKdcZBAZZ0qBG7wFy072dKMBXATSyYdKR1Qs6mopukh3X9PRVBDn4dIMc8NstOZC5H7xh6EYb_hZrK0rEjtfOrgK2THxZFSIM9AwFiv94Zqa/s320/108.JPG" border="0" />We didn't just have "a lot of water" we had a lake, and there was absoluty no way to get through it without getting wet. <br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438460786676650882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtMud-d3dh8_GfzFyRsZO3HGwQL3rcZ1Z-2ogYg5xG8FLSAtcKvVRevxbxgf-nm8g6sOvda_ewnVcoq5r2kgE5vZQ5rsxawoUS3mvvWiIxqDJzDSV-NfqxBM3YL6Ss5Ms_OnUUi2sae2YH/s320/109.JPG" border="0" />The next day dad decided that he had had enough of getting wet, and made a way for the water to drain. That was the end of Lake Bircii.<br /><div> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438460793881759698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEYhUyr9_IETZ_ugxdXbV9RbwUYVHFLTLXbIVc9GmZNQ62P7IrRiSnZ9LjIHu9uht03vSMebFNTTz17BQbaL7iBxSat_WXkj8fhH5uQQwv09GDgGrRX6t8RoQdvkblUJ6YXDROKxk-zWo0/s320/120.JPG" border="0" /><br />No one (including our nieghbors) were sorry to see it go, and no one wants to see it come back.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">~Anna<br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div> </div></div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0