Reflections

Well, we all made it back safely to the states, and yet the memory of Moldova still resonates deeply in my mind. I remember my first impression of the country as we were flying over it preparing to land. When I looked out the window of the plane, I was completely stunned by how beautiful the place was. This was probably the most shocking experience I had during the whole trip. The desolate wasteland of a country I had imagined did not exist. Here, instead, was the beauty and splendor of God. Now, don't misunderstand me; the social and economic conditions there are far from beautiful. But physically, I could see that this country has amazing potential to be such a wonderful place, and yet it is nothing more than an unnoticed hole on the map, if it even gets a place on the map at all. For me, however, Moldova will a ways hold a very special place. Three key experiences led to this fond rememberance of a country for which many find little to be fond of. In order to tell these stories the best that I can, I'll need more time. For this reason, I will post them daily, one at a time. Tomorrow's story: Found in Translation.