A couple of the sweetest moments ever.

Who am I?

That the Lord of all the earth,

Would care to know my name,

Would care to feel my hurt.

Who am I?

That the bright and morning star,

Would choose to light the way,

For my ever wandering heart.

Not because of who I am,

But because of what you've done.

Not because of what I've done,

But because of who you are.

I am a flower quickly fading,

Here today and gone tomorrow,

A wave tossed in the ocean,

A vapor in the wind.

Still you hear me when I'm calling,

Lord, you catch me when I'm falling,

And you've told me who I am.

I am yours.

I am yours.

Who am I?

That the eyes that see my sin

Would look on me with love

And watch me rise again.

Who am I?

That the voice that calmed the sea,

Would call out through the rain,

And calm the storm in me.

Quick stories:

*Sergiu lives in the LOC houses. This past Tuesday his eyes were really opened and he trusted Christ and prayed for forgiveness - he had been asking questions for a while but that day just seemed to be the day. It was a special time as he talked to Julia, another intern, and prayed on his own. God is SO good!

*On Friday night we went to a Christian concert with a lot of the volunteers from camp and some of the LOC kids. Sergiu told me I had to sit next to him, haha, so I did. The service was like being back in the States, it was weird! In a good way though. Praising the Lord in Romanian - never a bad thing! One thing they did do was in English though - there was a pantomime to the song "Who Am I?" (lyrics above) and by the end I was in tears. The presentation was good - but last night the words hit me hard, and so did Sergiu singing every word of it in English right into my ear. I'm in love with these kids and desperately long to see them praise God. What a privilege it is to be able to see them year after year and see how they mature and grow.

On another note...

God has shown me something in the past 2 months. I don't deal with being hurt emotionally. I don't deal well or badly - I just don't deal with it. I think wounds, self-inflicted or brought on by someone else, will go away on their own if I "put a little Neosporin and a band-aid on them and move on". Yet it doesn't work like that. Some things have to be addressed. Hurt has to be faced. Fears have to be addressed. I try to run away from the hurt so fast that I can't hear God telling me how he will use it or how I need to rest in Him... not just move on. He has been, and promises to be, faithful. He is good. He never fails. He is for us. When I may have nothing else, He will be enough. He is enough.

I pray I believe that, and live like that.

This is not about me. It's about being a witness of Christ.

Acts 2:22-24. That's enough.

That's fantastic.