Dictation from Dr. Jadyn:
Jadyn, Daddy, Mommy, Tyler, Tyler’s scar, Austin
It looks good.
This year, I have been organizing gatherings for a group of MK girls. MK stands for Missionary Kid. This precious group of girls range in age from 12- 18, most of whom are connected to our ministry at the Loft. When it became apparent this year that we were not going to be able to offer small groups in the native language (English) of many of these girls (based on age ranges, number of leaders available to lead groups, and Albanian ministry begin our primary focus), I began to meet with these girls once a month for fellowship and heart checks.
We started with 6, then the next month there were 10, the next month there were 15. There was obviously a lot of need in this group to fellowship with one another outside of their ministry connections. It has been hard to go very deep with the group simply based on the age ranges and the sheer numbers, but I do think that it has meet some emotional and fellowship needs that they have had.
Tonight we met for the last time and I marveled at the changes we are going to experience in the group over the next year. Summer time is a big time of transition on the missionary field. It is a time when people come and go for all kinds of reasons. Here’s a list that may give you a little insight into the transitions these girls are up against these next few months.
Whew… can you imagine the turmoil of change in the room. Would you pray with me for these girls and the places God is sending them all over the world? Would you pray for their parents as they lead them to draw closer to Jesus? Would you pray for their hearts as they say goodbye, temporarily or permanently (though only for this life!) to friends they may have had for a lifetime? It has been a great joy for me to share a little piece of their lives and I know God has great plans in store for each of them.
Well… our internet has been down for a few days so instead of posting or writing I have been looking though old photos. If you ready my last post you will understand what I mean when I say, at least we are no longer facing THIS every time I try to get a photo:
All we moms want, is a nice, simple, smiley picture when the kid looks cute. Really… how often do we ask them to dress up and pose a little??
Outside of Tirana prices for just about anything you want come way down. I guess it is that way in most big cities. Those who are willing and able to drive out a little bit can find a better price on merchandice.
So a few weeks ago we took a road trip toward the mountain town of Kruja to see what was out that way. Furniture stores. For long stretches of road there is nothing but furniture stores. But they have an interesting twist. No doors.
Seriously, some things just make you wonder…
For as long as I can remember, my mom has had chickens and hens. Not real ones, mind you, the kind you keep in a flower pot. But she has them I am sure because my grandmother had them and my great-grandmother had them. I always thought it was a strange name for a plant. This weekend I found my own variety… they are not exactly like the ones at my mother’s but beautiful none the less. I discovered them growing wild here in Albania. We took a trip to Mount Dajti last week when Robert’s sister was here and they growing everywhere on the top of the mountain!
Jadyn’s birthday was last week (March 31). Bless her little 4 year old heart …. it went by with only a hug and a “Happy Birthday” and we canceled her party. You see that was the day we brought Tyler home from the hospital.
So Friday we made up for lost time and took the children from her class to the Kolonot – Albania’s version of McDonalds but serving pizza. Did you know that Tirana is the only European capitol that does not have a McDonalds? There were 6 children, Tyler and Vera, their teacher and I. It was a great time.
But what does that have to do with a hatchback you ask? Well, it would not be a typcial day in Albania if I did not have a story to share. A friend brought us to the Kolonat in her vehicle (mine was having a few overheating problems) and dropped us off. When we were all finished, we were going to get a taxi. Vera went out to the road to find one but couldn’t so she ended up talking to a man standing on the corner and asking about getting a taxi. He spoke right up and volunteered. She came back and got us and this what he drove up in.
EDIT: Sorry, I must note that the car we were in did NOT have four doors. More like this: