Brian posted yesterday for me because I loved hearing his perspective his first time coming. Also, I was dead tired. 48 hours of travel with about 7 hours of real sleep was getting to me. I was asleep the minute my head hit the pillow… and it was good.
This morning, I was up at 6:30am. Our team of 8 split into 3 groups to go speak/teach/share at 3 different schools. Rolando, Joe and I went with Petr & Mila. We were the earliest team to leave and the latest to arrive back. The other teams taught 3-4 classes. My team taught 7. We were supposed to teach 6, but word got around the school that Americans were there and they all wanted to participate.
I went to a different school than last year. Last year, I sang our National Anthem at every class. This year, I sang “How He Loves” and “Speak To Me” (Dave Lubben). It was a blast sharing that part of me and what those songs mean with them. In one class, a few of the girls asked if they could come sing with me. Of course I said yes. I then accompanied them as they sang whatever popular song they wanted.
Here, we’re singing Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Call Me Maybe”.
They are so cute. These two girls were a part of our youngest class today. There was always a hand raised… so many questions. The curiosity. Their minds intrigue me.
Petr (our team leader today) kept asking the kids in every class to ask about Joe and my tattoos. A tattoo is a rare and somewhat negative thing in Moldova. Both Joe and I talked about how in America people get tattoos for different reasons. Both of us got ours because we wanted to remember something important to us. And right there and then, we both got to share our faith and how God is such an important part of our lives. So much so that we marked our bodies to remember.
I won’t lie… I’ve never been sorry for getting my tattoos. Today was just another day of being thankful for the reminders to “Choose Joy”, “Choose Love” and that I’m “Restored”.
During one of our short breaks, a couple of teachers and students took us through their school museum. Inside, it contained their history, awards and gifts from out of country friends and visitors. I got caught up in looking at old pens they used to write with… there was a quill in there… as well as old typewriters, but my breath was taken away when I saw this:
This was a drill they used to practice. Those are small children… look closely at their their feet and their height. Americans had earthquake drills… but the children of Moldova had gas mask drills. It continues to humble me how much these beautiful people have had to endure and are continuing to endure. It may not look like this for them physically anymore, but I can tell you it hasn’t changed much emotionally for them.
Heroes of the Day:
Here’s Joe standing with Petr. He was our before-mentioned team leader today at the public school. He’s AMAZING! Such a heart for the next generation in Moldova. He works tirelessly to help educate and retrain young minds to think critically on their own and with intention. He’s obviously being a little silly and funny in this photo… but man, just knowing him humbles me.
This beautiful woman (3rd from the left) is Mila. She also works at Beginning of Life and has flawless English. She helped translate for us at the school today and has the most beautiful heart along with face. She’s so funny and the best part is she laughs with me… or AT me. It doesn’t matter. I like her a lot a LOT. She’s also the wife of Serge, my team leader for our school day from last years trip. Brian got to be on Serge’s team this year, so we each got to be a part of their family today.