Summer is in full swing and our teams are busy with children's outreaches throughout several gysy villages. This past weekend we did 4 children's programs in 2 days. Unless you actually experience these outreaches it is difficult to even do them justice with a few words and pictures. These children were so excited about these programs for them that they arrived a couple of hours early to be sure they don't miss it. Regardless what time we tell them they are there hours ahead waiting patiently. Here are some pics from the outreaches:

traveling from village to village we don't have much time to put everything away so here is one way to make good use of our speed the light vehicles.
The look on this boys face says it all!!!
Waiting anxiously to start program.
Some special visitors - kids love 'em
young and old love the program
Memory Verse Games.
paying close attention to lesson
Pastor, his wife and one of their children. This little girl is waiting for a heart surgery. Please pray for the family, it is very difficult and expensive for them. We are doing all we can to help them.
On another note:
A good reason why I should have stayed home on Monday (today):
~Arrive at bank to withdrawl some money which was sent via wire for donations to a church here and to also receive my bank card which was on order.
~I arrive and wait patiently in one line. I'm told I have to go to one other line for my bank card and yet another to receive money.
~I go to second line and wait patiently and when my turn comes I'm told by cashier that she would be back in a little bit. I wait and I wait and wait and wait and notice other line moving rapidly.
~I switch to third line and at that time a guy and two security guards show up with a large bag of money for the cashier to count. We all wait and wait and wait. Just as she finishes counting this huge pile of money other cashier finally returns but everyone behind me runs over to her line so I'm left waiting. I finally come up to the window and explain what I need and I'm told that I didn't fill it out completely and I need a "stamp" from the cashier I had been to previously.
~I walk away a bit stumped and not sure what to do so I go to my now 4th line and wait and wait and wait (with a little less patience). I call Costel whom I'm supposed to be meeting with in 10 minutes and explain and of course he understands. The first cashier I was with had left for lunch so I then attempt to explain what happened to yet another woman. I ask if she can help me understand the process and what I need to do in the future. She is very helpful but then informs me that the amount of money I'm requesting is too much because of course the bank must receive a commission for the transaction. The withdrawal form is filled out and has the appropriate "stamp" on it. (Stamps are very important here)
~I'm now going to my 5th line and wait. My turn comes up and I'm with yet a different cashier. Meanwhile I'm a bit flustered and this cashier is asking me to sign the correction to the amount on the form and I can't even understand simple Romanian but she is patient and explains clearly and I finally figure out what she's asking.
~I receive money and leave and now I'm late for my 1:00 meeting. Oh I forgot to mention I never did get my bank card unless I wanted to wait even longer in a 6th line. I deferred that mission for another day.
~I hop on metrou (subway) to rush to my next meeting. I'm 45 minutes late but he is very understanding. We meet and now I'm 35 minutes late to my language class which fortunatelly is close to where my meeting was so I'm walking very quickly with books in very hot weather. I'm dripping sweat when I arrive. My teacher is very awesome and patient.
~We have a good lesson and together we walk towards our stations. We depart at her tram station and I head towards my subway station. I'm walking across the street when coming towards me is a very heavy set man making very loud and weird noises who then flashes me.
I'm praying for God to erase that image from my mind.
I make it onto the subway and 45 minutes later I'm home. I dive into a bowl of ice cream cause honestly I think I deserve it.
Tamara
www.henkes.ministryhome.org
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