14/08/2026
Some weeks of living overseas are more fun than others… and this was definitely not one of my favorite weeks. 😅
For the past five months, we’ve been working to get our fifth child’s paperwork completed so that he can legally live here in Romania. There has been paperwork, complications, and one unnecessary errand after another. After being told multiple times that everything was finally finished, I found myself making yet another trip into the city to deliver more paperwork.
On the way there, I got pulled over by a policeman. He looked at me and said, “You’re American? Wow! Don’t you just love living in Romania?”
I smiled and said, “Not today.” 😂
Then he continued, “The people are so warm and welcoming, aren’t they?”
I laughed and said, “Sometimes they are. Today is just not one of those warm, welcoming days.”
So I told him a little about my immigration woes, and thankfully, he was only doing a routine paperwork check. Everything was fine, and he let me go.
But honestly, I was already frustrated and not exactly in the mood for another interaction after spending months dealing with immigration paperwork and what has felt like endless red tape.
Add to that Kalep being away visiting his dad, and I’ve been home with all five kids while trying to make unnecessary trips into the city to get paperwork done.
Then yesterday, our landlord called and asked, “Did you guys take down your church sign?”
Nope.
Apparently, the people who rent the floor below our church didn’t like our sign hanging on the railing above their building, so they took it down and threw it away. 🤦♀️
It’s just been one of those weeks where living here has felt… hard.
Sometimes being a missionary is beautiful. Sometimes you see God open doors, lives changed, friendships formed, and people coming to know Christ. Those are the days when you remember exactly why you’re here.
And sometimes you’re standing in an immigration office for the fourth time, chasing paperwork that was supposedly finished months ago, while raising five children, dealing with frustration and corruption, and then finding out someone threw away your church sign.
Those days are hard.
But I’m reminding myself that difficulty doesn’t mean God isn’t working. In fact, sometimes the resistance is a reminder that what we’re doing matters.
So we keep going.
We keep loving people.
We keep serving.
We keep preaching the Gospel.
We keep putting up the signs. 😉
And we keep trusting that God will bring something good out of even the frustrating weeks.
Thank you to everyone who prays for us, supports us, and encourages us from afar. Sometimes your prayers are what keep us going on the weeks when living overseas just isn’t very fun. ❤️🇷🇴
And we are thankful Kalep is home to deal with this whole sign stealing situation. Welcome home babe! 🤣🥰