It’s about time, I know.

Dad talks with one of the students at English club

Well, I just spent almost an hour preparing this post, and with one unintentional click deleted everything. Sooo, I  hope that I can remember what I was saying and make this second attempt interesting and informative. The two weeks my parents were here sped by, but we did and saw a lot in that time.  They were real troopers on the buses and sidewalks, and we praise the Lord for health and safety. Besides sight seeing and meeting my friends they were also able to participate in some of my ministries.  Their first Sunday here we had a “First Bell” picnic, and my mom drew on her 37 years of teaching experience to give a spiritual charge to the students as they headed back to school. One Tuesday evening my parents came to English club and contributed to the conversation that Jessie headed up. They even helped put stamps on correspondence lessons I had to drop off at the post office. We all enjoyed a nice evening of fellowship with the Beals, missionaries from our home church, and were treated to a piano concert by Alexandria and Cassia.  The last few days in Ukraine before flying out of Kiev were spent with the Irelands.  This included some sightseeing and competitive bowling on Wii, but we also attended the mid-week service and had the blessing of meeting and fellowshipping with the church family in Fastiv.  I am not sure what my parents’ favorite part or memory of the trip is, but I can assure you they have some stories to tell.

Olena made borsht and plove for an authentic Ukrainian meal

Mom loved to stand on my balcony and watch people in the neighborhood