Adventures in Missions (AIM) has contacts located
around the world. It is to these various
contacts (local Nationals/missionaries of those countries) that the World Race
sends ‘World Racers’. *For clarification; ‘World racers’ are those who have/had
signed up (like myself) for the World Race (11 countries in 11 months). As a world racer, you
hear of these contacts through alumni racers, squad leaders, coaches (an older
couple who ‘parent’ the squad), and through AIM’s social media blogs and hash
tags.Truth be told; some contacts get 'higher reviews' than others. Nestled in the small southern
Romanian town of Drăgănești-Olt, lives one of these phenomenal contacts that AIM
has developed over the years. It is also
in this town of Drăgănești-Olt, that I found myself during September 2013 for
my third month.
| Shopping for 30+ people becomes a little easier with lots of extra hands |
I had just come off of a personally hard month, the month before in Serbia. Although living conditions that we had in Serbia, where great…I was mentally and emotionally exhausted and every fiber of my being craved to be at home, ALONE and in my OWN apartment.
| Grilled cheese and soup |
As much as I loved my team of ladies that I was with, it took every ounce of strength within me to not ‘run scared’ at the sight of the tiny room that the 7 of us would be sharing/sleeping in. To give you a mental image…even with a large bunk bed, 3 beds high (so think of a normal bunk bed…now add another layer to that), I still found myself sleeping on a foam mat on the floor. In reality, I realized quickly that the 3X6 foam mat would be the only ‘me’ space I’d be getting that month. Truth be told, even a space that small, quickly got ‘taken over’ by teammates and their things as the month went on. I recall one night lying awake in bed, listening to teammates snore, gazing up at the moon and wondering how I was going to make it through and wishing to be anywhere but there.
Little did I know the lessons God has in stored for me that month; many of which would be taught through local Romanian Pastor Raul Costea, his wife Ana Costea, their family and their church.
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| Raul and Ana and their kids |
| Sunday Morning Worship at HOPE church. Raul is in blue on the right of the photo |
One of the things I LOVED about being with Raul and Ana is that, every morning before the official
‘ministry’ would start for the day, we would all make our way up to the church
for the entire MORNING of praise, focused prayer, meditation, and scripture. The ENTIRE MORNING, EVERY MORNING was devoted
to this. It was also during this time
that Raul, being led by the Holy Spirit, would ‘speak Truth’ into the life of a
squad mate. I recall one morning when
this was happening. I was sitting in the
back, hoping to avoid eye contact with him in fear that God had something to
say through him, to me. God chose that morning, to use him to speak to a squad
mate.
| Morning Focused Prayer and Worship |
Raul spoke to things in my squad
mates life that none of us knew about, despite having now lived with her in
tight quarters for 2+ months already. As
I was watching her react to what he was saying, I knew she was just as
shocked/amazed/speechless as I was about what was happening before our
eyes. It was later confirmed to me that
what Raul had said, was EXACTLY what was going on. It was so precise that he even described what
she was feeling inwardly towards it.
Remember, we had only met Raul a few days prior to this and there was NO
way he could have known how accurate he was, without the Holy Spirit
working. Spiritually, my eyes were
opened through this experience and it began a journey of learning to become
aware of the Holy Spirit in a brand new, exciting and empowering, way. Each month that followed; whether through
biblical study, conversations with trusted friends and other ‘Spirit Led contacts-
my knowledge of The Holy Spirit and who He is, grew.
Despite crazy living conditions and ministry that
stretched me to the core; my time in the presence of the Costea’s and the local
church, will not be forgotten.
To Raul and Ana.
To Hope Church. Thank YOU for
restoring my personal hope in Jesus. Thank
you for opening up my eyes to the supernatural world around me. I know the journey isn’t over as I continue
to face battles and grow within this area, but I thank you for allowing God to
use you, to provide me the spiritual milk that I needed to begin to grow. Thank
you for your care and encouragement during a rough time for me, my team and my
squad. Please know that there are
prayers going up for you, from a Mennonite girl, in a small Mennonite town
nestled in the heart of Canada.
| Sunrise View from my bedroom window |
| Me with one of the gypsy kids I met during a day of street ministry |
| Common everyday sights in Romania |
| So very cool seeing Biblical parables 'come to life' |

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