July 2, 2009
Time to Surrender by Alva
Hi All
It is Thursday evening and we all look as if we have run and completed the Nashville Marathon…Twice! Where these children get so much energy I will never know.
Today was special at camp. Each year a government official comes to officially open camp. It seems to be a real celebration as all of the children are involved in reciting poetry, singing and preforming dance routines. Of course a little break dancing was added to spice up the celebration. We all enjoyed being present during this very special event and felt honored that our very own Steve Davis was invited to the front to say a few words.
The children felt so very proud as each group was called to center stage (this is a very exagarated name for the dirt ground located in front of the steps of one of their buildings.)
I heard the introduction of the next performance. All the words were in Romanian but I did understand the child’s name, Elena Ca…….., A very frail young girl with long dark hair limped to the center of the “stage” area. As many times as I have been to Moldova, this was my first to Falesti. Yet the name Elena was a name I had become familiar with through my daughter and son in law, Ryan and Jordan. They had fallen in love with Elena when they came to Falesti a few years ago and have continued to communicate with her. The very first day or more like the first five minutes of actually being on the Falesti camp site, there was a precious little girl’s arms wrapped around my waist repeating the words “Ryan’s Mama, Ryan’s Mama.” I had finally met Elena and knew exactly why Ryan and Jordan had fallen in love with her. She continued to hold on to me for most of the time through out the week. And I continued to grow more concerned about her walking condition and her future. As I heard her name announced and watched her take center stage I felt her eyes search the audiance until finally her eyes locked with mind and a big smile spread across her face. My chest tighten as my eyes became blury. She bagan to sing her solo which added to the emotions I was already feeling. I knew I was either going to bust with the emotions swelling inside of me or surrender and let God take over.
……..Later in the day I was given Elena’s medical records regarding her leg. (Usually not so easy to get your hands on) I am at peace and know without a doubt I am exactly where I am suppose to be right now.
Alva
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