If you are reading this, you are one of our faithful followers since we have been unable to blog this week. That, however, has been no indication of the miracles and blessings we have been walking through these past six days as a team. God has proven once again to be faithful and demonstrate his power in even the smallest of details. A not so small detail occurred before we even left the country. Austin Madge misplaced his passport in Nashville and Troy wasn’t booked on the already full flight to Vienna. Tension was high as five different people searched Austin’s backpack. BNA security was called, and discouragement set in. Suddenly, Rhonda gasped with a sigh of relief as she stumbed upon Austin’s passport in his bag, somehow overlooked by five different people. You can imagine the joy we all felt after thinking that Austin may not have even been able to join us! Shortly after, Troy miraculously got the “last seat” on the flight to Vienna …. These two happenings right from the get-go seemed to us nothing short of the Lord’s divine providence.
Since we haven’t been able to blog, it would be almost impossible to capture all of the stories that have occurred in our time so far. Nonetheless, our days have been bursting at the seams with love and joy as we spend time simply holding these precious children with the love of the Father. But, we would be remiss if we didn’t include the miracle that occurred on day four of our trip. We were on our way to an orphanage camp when we recieved a call from the camp director telling us that an inspector would be arriving that day and we were not to mention the name of our Lord. At every orphanage we perform two skits – an interactive “Jonah” skit with spray bottles and silly string, and the “Everything” skit. These portray truth and light that stretches far beyond any language barrier. To try and display our message of hope without these elements seemed out of reach. We immediately prayed that the inspector would not show up until noon so that we could freely talk about God and the gift of his salvation. We arrived, set up, performed, danced, and loved these children – wouldn’t you know that the inspector arrived at the camp at noon on the dot.
Day five, as we mentally prepared to go to a handicapped orphanage, we were all faced with disappointment as we recieved a phone call saying that the inspectors would not allow us to come. What we had initially viewed as a let down, we later realized to be, yet again, the Lord’s hand of protection. Ira, Yuri’s partner, quickly arranged for us to visit a baby orphanage, where many children suffered from handicaps and chronic diseases. Not only was this a rare opportunity, but we were also given the privilege of being able to pick up and hold these babies.
It’s difficult to express the range of emotions that we are experiencing with the orphans, but also within the individual hearts of our group. God is tenderly moving and we are abiding. We ask that you continue to cover us in prayer as we are confident more than ever in the power that exists because of our conversations with the Lord.
Much love to you.
Dasvidanya (goodbye in Russian).