In Transition

So an update has been long overdue; however, I have found myself in a bit of much needed rest and transition. The two weeks previous to the last week and a half were spent with another Work and Witness team. The first week they were here was spent in some villages outside of Montana, a city northwest of Sofia. There was a "Holiday Bible School" in the morning and some community project groups in the afternoon. Did I mention this group was from England? That made some moments funny and other times... interesting. The second week they were here was spent in Sofia. We worked on the Sunbergs' house, which is also the district parsonage. There was building, plastering, sanding, and painting.

There were some good times during this Work and Witness trip, but by their second week (my fourth), I was feeling the burn. Before I came to Bulgaria, I knew that I would be hitting the ground running. It has been such. I started the day after I arrived, and I had one and a half days in between the two groups. I was getting a little grumpy, and I just wanted to rest. I made it through without any mishaps, and now, this last week and a half I have been able to rest a significant amount. There was still some work we finished up in the Sunbergs' house. (I would feel quite alright not painting or cutting edges for a good amount of time.) But I have been able to stay up watching movies and sleep in a little bit. One afternoon I went to a swimming pool with Teanna and her girls. I jumped in for a little while, but I quickly found myself a lounge chair. I stretched out in the hot rays of the sun and eventually fell asleep. (I am really sacrificing myself here.) :)

I feel much more recooperated now. I apologize for not posting earlier. I just didn't want to think, I guess. I have been staying at the Sunbergs' house, but I will be moving into my apartment either this Friday or Saturday. Next week school starts, and I will also be starting my language tutoring soon too. I am excited to get going again. It will be busy at times, but it will be much different then this last month and a half. I expect it will be stretching, but I am most excited about the possibilities that are ahead. Please continue to keep me in your prayers. Thank you.

Two Weeks in Koubrat

A title like that sounds like some sort of cheap indy film or Discovery Channel documentary. It may not be a Blockbuster hit, but I think there would be a few strong fans. The picture to the left might give you an idea about the film, but it is simply an outside shot from one of the nearly completed rooms at the church.

I began my time in Koubrat really well. The team was great, and much work was accomplished on the church. I often self-ripped myself out of comfort zones whether that be to try and talk to locals or even people within the Work and Witness team. Each time I did I was rewarded with a pleasant experience, yet it did not necessarily make the next instance any easier. I was reminded that the older I get (because I have been on this earth oh so long) and in truth the more I realize about myself I am introverted particularly when I am in a new environment and even more so when I am with new people in that new environment. Being around my friends and doing things no matter of the location does not wear me out. I thoroughly enjoy it. Yet even if I am in a comfortable environment, such as camp, I am able to extrovert myself for other people. Two unknowns just take a lot out of me.

I recooperated a little over the weekend. We took a touristy day to Varna which, yes, is on the coast of the Black Sea. After much debating in my head, I realized I came too far to just sit on the beach. I jumped into the water to join a game of frisbee. I then quickly jumped out, handed my glasses to one of the grannies who laid them on my towel, and then jumped back in. And as with the Nile, I felt obligated to pee in it... which I did. :)

While the team enjoyed a successful week of construction work and the first ever VBS in Koubrat, my second week in Koubrat was greatly overshadowed with the news of a friend's death. I am still not sure I can fully accept the fact that he is gone. It was so sudden and unexpected. Due to my limited email checking, I did not find out until after the funeral had already taken place. I am not one to get homesick (as my parents know), but this last week, I have felt every mile of distance between my friends in Colorado and myself. I struggled to stay focused in work, and the effort it took to engage with people seemed even greater. The week got a bit easier as shock begun to wear off, and I felt calmer after talking with a friend on Facebook Chat. I continue to pray for Dan's family and the Golden Bell staff. I also continue to pray for God's strength to renew me in this rough beginning.

In our last night in Koubrat, there was a special gathering. We invited the Koubrat church and local families to hang out with us Americans. Balloon animals were made, and bracelets were given out. Smores, which are unknown to Bulgarians, were introduced and greatly enjoyed. Up to this point in the week, I was so tired. While I enjoyed the people, I was ready to go back to Sofia. Honestly, while I enjoyed Bulgaria, I would have much rather enjoyed the company of friends in America. So... I sat on the side watching people have fun. I then watched as some of the Bulgarians talked and began to say goodbye to the American team. Later that night, there was a sort of dedication for the church. (The picture to the right is of the almost finished sanctuary.) Witnessing all of the goodbyes there, while I knew I had much more time here, made me appreciate all of the Bulgarians. I do not know them very well, but the thought of leaving them saddened me. They are such an inspiration especially as I learn the dynamics of the Protestant/Evangelical Church in Bulgaria. They are amazing people, and it was an amazing renewal of hope and excitement for the rest of my time in Bulgaria.

In one of the emails I received telling me about Dan's passing, the sender also gave me some encouragement. He told me not to regret my decision, for I am where I am supposed to be. I remind myself of those words often, and with that, I enjoy this day of rest as a group of England arrives tomorrow. We will work in Montana for one week. (Yes, there is a Montana in Bulgaria.) Then, we will be in Sofia working for another.

While this "ending" may not be joyful as many movie watchers prefer, I do not see "Two Weeks in Koubrat" as a stand alone film. It is more of a series, and so there is excitement and hope as it continues.

Until next time,
:)