Sunday, September 25, 2016

Adventure 2016

What a fabulous opportunity to work in Ukraine again. Due to some personal circumstances I was not able to go last year, I was doing what I was supposed to be doing...but it didn't feel like it! I missed the brothers and sisters here and I just love coming story short...I'm Baaack!!! After not a lot of sleep last night...I made it between a "passport don't know where you are", and getting all five bags packed....and getting through Chicago...ughhhh...airport...I wish you could see the sentences I am erasing because I am TOO stinking tired! I may have to do it all over again! I'm gone girls...too tired!! See you in the morning...much loves!

Try this Again!

I have to tell you that I began this blog on Friday evening shortly after I arrived in Dneper. It was right about time for me to go to bed. I started this journey with a little over 2 hours sleep on Thursday morning. I know, stupid! My mind would not shut down, and I could not I was up till almost time to leave for the airport! I managed to carry 4 large bags...actually 2 footlocker like boxes, and two large suitcases. The weight limit is 50 lbs and everyone of them was over 49 lbs but not at 50 lbs. The porter, who was worth every penny that I tipped him, couldn't believe that not one bag was over, not even by percentage points of the 50 lbs! I will say, it was a good thing that they did not weigh my backpack! It was a least a hundred pounds by itself! I know...I carried the silly thing all the way! We got out of DFW pretty much on time. The security wasn't too bad, not like the almost strip search I had last time, and the lines were actually not too bad either. It did take me three little gray boxes to get all of the stuff thru the x-ray machine! The people behind me were rolling their eyes, and snorting little puffs of discontent with being behind was not my fault that the airport had one x-ray machine down, and some of the slowest people I have ever been around doing the looky loo through the bags! I had the shoes off, the computer out, the CPAP machine pulled out, the liquids bag, the backpack, the roller carry on....the kitchen sink! We made it! The flight was easy, but Chicago is not my favorite airport. Have I said I don't like O'Hare yet? After arrival, I got conflicting details on where I had to go to get to the International Terminal...three airport employees...some of them United Airlines people. Did I say I really, strongly, don't like O'Hare! A very nice passenger on his way to the remote parking terminal finally got me pointed in the right direction. I had to leave one terminal and go thru heard me right...go thru security AGAIN!!! The water I bought at Terminal 1 was suddenly now a terrorist bomb liquid that would nuke half the city! So...I had to throw it away! Not really, I could have slurped it down in front of the TSA agent...but then I would have to go thru security...AGAIN! The cattle call to the airplane were about what I expected. Everyone was in a hurry, and wanted to be first in line. We made spite of all the rude, ignorant people who actually ride on planes a lot! It's a plane ride people...the first hundred people in line Do.Not.Get.a toaster oven when they check in! The ride was smooth...terrible food...cramped space in the cattle call section of the plane...two good movies...good seat mates...what more could you ask? Well I can think of a couple...js! Falling asleep again so I must go for now! Love you all...see you when this adventure is over! when

Tuesday, September 2, 2014


My new little friend. His name is Roma. He is about 6 or 7 I suppose. Bright...creative...curious...a little unsure of this strange woman talking to him in a language he doesn't comprehend. At first, hiding behind his Mama. Peeking out of the crack between her arm and the side of her body. A shy smile...eye contact for just a brief moment. He has a toy car...he wants to show it off to me...but he is not quite sure about even acknowledging I even exist. When we sit down, I pat the spot between his mother and me. I give him a smile and make "big eyes" over his "machina". He decides I must be okay...maybe. He wants to draw...all of the Babushka's help him find some things to draw with. I give him my place mat to do his second Picasso masterpiece in the making. The gap between us is closing...very slowly. By the time I draw my rendition of a bird on his paper he is leaning against me. He is not sure about my bird, but he puts it in a tree he draws for his bird. (unfortunately the table busser is not a lover of the fine arts, especially the 7 year old kind, and unceremonially trashes our beloved artwork!) We begin to share wild stories. I ask him if there is a hippopotimus in his soup...neyet (no) with a look of contempt. I ask him how he knows, he didn't even look to see if there was one there! You know,of cours, he had to look! The answer was still the same...neyet! The story went back and forth as he ate his soup, and fries, and chocolate ice cream, and latte. It moved from the hippo to the crocodile. I assured him there was a crocodile (craw co dill) in his latte. Of course couldn't be. That is when I pulled out all the stops...I drew a picture of a crocodile on the sugar packet that he had just torn open and poured into his latte. He laughed out loud and told his mother there was definately a crocodile in his latte because it had been in the sugar packet. His Babushka asked me how many grandchildren I had. I told her 5. She said to me, I knew it, you sound just like a grandmother to me. What a compliment! Thank you, Nadezhda, the same to you! The space between us is non-existant...Roma is almost in my lap...but it is time to go. Tears, hugs, promises to see each other next year. Hope and prayers for the future of this country, of these people. Rita and I walk towards our destination as they wait at the tram stop. I turn and wave...but he is absorbed in watching the busses, vans and trolley busses go by. After all...he is a 7 year old boy who loves big transportation!

To Get Away...just for a moment...

Can you imagine...just for a moment...that you are sharing your living space 24/7 with at least 4 people, but up to 30 people. isn't your is space "loaned" to you. You have no bedroom, no true living room. A kitchen with minimal know...pots and pans, spices, a pantry, a refridgerator bigger than the one you used in college, stove, know the important stuff you need to feed your family. Your bedroom is a corner of the small room used for worship services, or the couch in the fellowship room, or perhaps you share the children's classroom (6' x 10' approximately) with another person. Your bed is a very small cot with a thin mattress or a pallet on the floor. There is a bathroom available, but no shower. The baptistry is the closest thing to a shower space you have. You totally depend on the kindness of strangers, well, not exactly complete strangers. You depend on the brothers and sisters who worship in this building for the place you lay your head at night. You are not do not know for sure if you have a home to return have no idea how long it will be before you can even attempt to see if your home is still standing, or if standing has every thing been stolen or vandalized. BUT...there are no riots in the t.v. cameras capturing the heart of war, umhhh, I mean the heart of conflict...there are not random gun hordes of people who used to live in peace with each other screaming horrible things, no shells houses people bleeding in the street tossed about like rag stench of fear, no fear of death at any moment. You've left your home, your beloved garden, your job, your school, your soccer field, your local grocer, your inside the home plants, your security, your bank account, nearly everything you own, and everything you once counted on as "normal" in your life. You are now a refugee. You don't want to abhore that are a hard working don't depend on people to give you have always taken care of don't want or need don't want to depend on are a human would like to live with a little want to go it was before... Something totally out of your control has changed your life forever. You left your home in fear, and maybe even in a panic. is important...throw it in a bag and get out. This day has been coming for awhile, but you are not prepared. You always thought it wouldn't really come...not to your home! Not to YOUR family! Not to YOUR country! It has. smile keep your hands try not too think to much or you will cry and maybe never stop! You try and "make the best of it", your reassure the children it "won't be too much longer", you tell anyone that asks "I'm ok". I see your eyes, red rimmed, exhausted, fear is NOT may NOT be over soon...your best may NOT be good enough. This is where your faith kicks in big time. I trust you Jesus takes on a new, deeper meaning. You will get thru this, but it won't be easy or quick. You are not alone, God is walking by your side, the world wide church is praying for peace in this wonderfull country and they are sending support. Hold fast, don't give up! I got the blessing of sharing lunch today with 6 delightful people. My interpreter, the preachers wife, and four refugees, including one small boy, Roma. For just a moment, we were just woman chatting over lunch. Friends who are getting ready to say good bye after a short visit. What will we eat? Have you ever had French Onion Soup? What about tacos in Ukraine? Laughter...decisions...sharing photographs of children and grandchildren...Mimi and Babushka preparing food or being responsible for the clean up. "I am so glad I got to finally meet you, I've know your daughter for awhile"..."It seems like you just got here and now you are leaving"..."I always put the leaves from a cherry tree in my pickles, it makes them crunchy"..."I'll try that, I love crunchy pickles" Just woman...just sharing...just refugees...just sisters and friends. I would have paid double the price for the meal in order to get that look of quiet comfort and encouragement I saw in their eyes. Just for a was just friends sharing a meal. Thank you God for the moment.

Thursday, August 28, 2014

A mother's heart is the same in Ukraine or in Texas...

I am the very proud mother of two sons who have both served their country in the United States Army. William, my oldest, joined right out of high school and served in the regular Army for 4 or 5 years, I can't remember. Joseph is currently serving in the Arny National Guard. He has been in a since the twins were fairly little (they are 8 now). When I hear of a young boy being killed, or see the bodies on the t.v. I can't help but remember my own two sons. I am proud of their service...I want them to is just the thought of long term injury or death that takes my breath away! I can't bear the thought... The Army here in Ukraine is...well it is Ukrainian. It will always bring to my mind how grateful I am that they served the US Army. As many things as there are to complain about...not one holds watr against the situation here. I can't even describe it. Today, we went to a city check point and delivered supplies to the soldiers there. Bsics: water, coffee, tea, cookies... The whole city is gathering together basic necessities for them, much like we do in natural disaster relief situations. It is still rather mind boggling to me. Later, we delivered supplies, food, and clothing to the Veterans Hospital. I have such a heart for veterans, my Father and Father-in-Law both served, several uncles served, both sons and a couple of Jarhead nephews served. I don't believe the very worst Veteran's Hospital I've seen or been in even compares to what these soldiers are staying in. (Like a MASH unit with less amenities.) The walls in the halls had many hand written and colored pages from area school children. They were all full of words of love and encouragment for their soldiers. It touchd my heart. I am not here on a mission to "choose sides"...I am not here to represent the USA in this sitution...I am here as the mother of two soldiers who "gets" the drama and pain of being afraid for your children in "war" time... I am here to minister in whatever small way, to those injured and in pain with little or no resources, as I beleive everyone who truly believes that God was right when He said to love your neighbor as yourself. My first mission is to the orphans and widows...then encourage the local church...and reach out to those who are lost without Him. As part of thst mission to reach out to the lost, I am never sure where God will lead me, possibly the decrepid halls of a Ukrainian Veterans Hospital. I just have to be ready to go. till we talk again...

Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Hookah me up to wifi please...

I have to tell you...I don't get the what the big deal is about Hookah's. I've just spent an hour with several of them. (while better than cigarette smoke)I don't get it. They still stink. I must admit part of my "un"-infatuation with them has to do with my wifi situation. I have so few places to get good wifi and one of them happens to be a fabulous little cafe, best mushroom soup in town, that caters to Hookah's. It is fabulous especially since a lot of the time, no one in here is smoking (I guess that is what you call it) them. But...when it rains it pours. Today I have been trying to talk to my husband for the first time since I left D.C. Umhhh..of course that isn't going to happen! I have called on skype to phone...I have emailed...I have facebooked...I have had friends call him... It looks like it is not meant to be. I actually had a 3 - 4 minute (tops) conversation with him today that was excruciating. Between "can you hear me" and "are you still there" all I got was "there is a lot of background noise", "it sure is noisy", "I can't hear you very good". I was doing the best I could is "Hookah" time here, the place is full, I can't go any where that will be quieter...(btw one of the kids just shut the outside door so for sure it will be hotter and smokier)and I can't get wifi in my flat... It has been a mixed bag kind of day. I got to go the the Far Off Orphanage (1 1/2 hrs away) and be with some amazing boys. I got to interact with them and teach them about forgiveness and the story of Joseph and his brothers. Ask Sharon Andersen about this place if you happen to know her, if you don't know her you really should get to know her because she is an amazing lady! I got to sit with a hospital administrator/dr. and discuss the possibility of putting a play room on the floor of the hospital I visit every year. Tamara's hospital is what I call the place. Her kids, the orphans, deserve to get out of the cribs they live in 18 - 20 hours a day or more. They deserve a place to play and move and use their motor skills. She was not only open to the idea...she was excited about it. On the other side I encountered a person who doesn't have any idea how much perfume/cologne to use, especially in closed in places, and with the mega strength of this one. Within just a few minutes my head was hurting and I was very nauseated. In fact I wssn't sure that I would get away from this smell in time! And NOW, to be so close to talking to my love! And yet so far away... Till I get wifi again...

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Flying is for the Birds!

I haven't flown that much in my life, and I have only been really scared a couple of times. Well, one of those times was flying into D.C. on Thursday. Maybe it's just me, but did that plane shake a lot more and make even weirder sounds than usual? Popping...growling...growning...loud engine I have life my bathroom clean? The guy caddy corner from me more than once assured his wife "it's supposed to sound that way". But, I saw his EYES. That did not look like an "it's supposed to sound that way" look to me! It was more like a "does my brother know my passwords to my Fantasy Football team...and will he mess my team up?" kind of look for sure! When we were descending into the airport airspace, ready for a landing, suddenly we made a rather sharp right turn and straight up (well it seemed like it was straight up, there is probably a huge margin of error with my aeronautic abilities to tell direction when trying not to wear that plastic cup of orange juice) Then, of course, Chuckles the Pilot comes on the intercom and explains "I'm sure you noticed that we seem to be making a right turn...just a little air traffic control adjustments...seems like we are a little two close to another airliner's air problem, we'll just make another circle and be landing in approximately 15 minutes. Thank you for your patience and thank you for flying ****** Airlines." As for me...I'm in no plane left D.C. and hour ago! Speaking of a hurry...waiting 30 minutes outside the terminal for the luggage guys to take my carry-on out of the cargo hold was easy-peasy. It was when he tried to give me random pieces of luggage, (yes, he had the claim ticket in his hand) and then after I refused to take them, he asked me "are you sure this one isn't yours?". I finally told him, "If there is money in that one, I'll take it...otherwise I want the small grape colored one." I think that he finally got the hint! After waiting literally 30 minutes, I was clock watching, I got inside to find the line to reschedule your flight was right at an hour and a half...until two of the workers had to go on "30 minute breaks" at almost the same time. To say that the "natives were restless" was an understatement! We were all tired, stressed, wondering about where to stay for the night, frantically making calls to inform those waiting on us...when Tweedle Dee packs up his stuff just as I was approaching him with ticket in hand and says "I'll be right back..." Famous last words. Oh well, the next attendant was almost finished...just a few minutes and she could help me... Until SHE began to pack up her stuff and prepare for her "30 minute break". At least she was honest when she told a time frame! There were about 30 people in line still needing connecting flights and help with hotels, etc. Not very many happy campers left! They did have the good sense to call in the riot police...I mean two other attendants who would be here "in just a moment". You guessed it, apparantly no one at this airline can tell time! It all worked out...I got into my hotel about 10:30 after, wisely, choosing the certainty of airport food, over the uncertainty of hotel restaurants being open this late. Good decision! And to my delight, I had two FB replies to my adventure with offers of lodging/food/whatever I need if I am ever stuck in D.C. again. Thank you Andy Pierce and Michelle Neveu Pimentel, your parents are blessed by your kindness and generosity in times of trouble. I knew that Andy and Ann were fairly close, but the fact that they have a very small baby to care for influenced me not to bother them, I should have, your offer was extremely kind and made my day. When I saw the reply, I remembered that Ben and Michelle lived somewhere near D.C. but really had no idea they were close enough to extend such a kind offer. The fact that they have a very young child would probably have influenced my reply to you as well, Michelle. I won't let it stop me from giving you a call next time to see what's up (if you guys are not stationed in Timbucktoo by then). People are prone to say "call me any time you need anything" never expecting anyone to take them up on the offer. I believe these two young couples made a real offer, and meant every word. You may never know how much that meant to me to have your kindness during a pretty stressfull time! Another young lady, Sarah Moore McCutchen (I hope I did not butcher your last name, Sarah), helped me get pre-flight insurance. Sarah...that was one of the best uses of $107 I can think of in a long time! They will now take on the responsibility of my hotel and meals, courtesy of "air traffic controller/weather problems". You all make Jesus proud of how you are reaching out and showing His love thru your actions! I am proud to know you and call you friend as well! Till next time!