You may be wondering what in the world the title of this post means. Well, they are some of the ridiculous things said to me this week Hahaha. I will explain:
We eat A LOT of watermelon in Romania because it is the peak season. Oh man, it's so good :) But, the other day, I was sent to the market to get one and Iulia told me to get a waterlemon instead of a watermelon. I thought we were all going to fall off our chairs we were laughing so hard.
Now for the schismatic chickens. During the time that Communism controlled Romania, the Byzantine church and all the land it owned was given to the Orthodox church. A few years ago, the Orthodox priests built a house on some of the land that was previously the Byzantine church's land. So, we were joking the other day about the chickens that are at the Orthodox priests' house and I said I would steal one for us to eat since the Communists stole the land. Fr. Remus, without skipping a beat, goes, "NO!! They are schismatic chickens!!!" So, at least once a day, we joke about schismatic chickens. This morning I went to the market to get eggs and I told Fr. Remus that we couldn't eat them because they might be schismatic eggs. We've had a good time joking about schismatic chickens. (If you don't know what "schismatic" means, go look up the Great Schism on Google and edumicate yourself. Hahaha)
On Thursday, I bought myself a super cheap car. It's a teal-ish 1999 Volkswagon Passat. It's definitely a missionary car. Haha. The best part, it was brought here from England, so the steering wheel is on the right side of the car. It's not nearly as hard to become adjusted to driving on that side as I thought it was, so it's perfect. Now that I have a car, I can go to the orphanage whenever I want and don't have to rely on Fr. Remus to get me there.
On Friday, I spent a couple hours at the orphanage. I introduced the kids to the iPhone game "Fruit Ninja" last week and oh my goodness, do they love that game. Everytime I arrive, they instantly start saying "Fruit Ninja" in their super cute little kid Romanian accents. But on a different note, what happened at the beginning of my time there on Friday broke my heart and reminded me why I am here. It's complicated, so bear with me. There are 3 siblings who are new since I was at the orphanage last year. Their parents are gypsies, so they were just left there. The middle one's name is Isabella. She is 4-years-old and she is just so precious. I was sitting on the grass and she came and sat on my lap. I wrapped my arms around her and just held her. After a few minutes, I let go and she looked at me with her big brown eyes and almost started to cry. I wrapped my arms around her again and she laid her head down on my chest. All Isabella wanted was to be held. My heart broke knowing that she probably hadn't been held in a very long time. There are 4 women taking care of 40 kids. The kids just don't get the love that they deserve. Each one of these kids deserves to be loved unconditionally and they have never experienced that. And that breaks my heart.I have been asked countless times both by people at home as well as a few Romanians as to why I love Romania and why I want to be here. Here's the answer: I chose to move 5,000 miles away to the countryside of Romania to show these kids that they are loved and wanted by not only me, but by the Lord.
My time here so far has been glorious and I am so blessed to be able to serve the incredible people of Romania as a permanent missionary.
Being a missionary is the COOLEST THING EVER!! :)
Keep praying for me and I will keep praying for you.
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