Keep Walking

The last two days have been full of many steps. We had a layover in London for a little less than 24 hours, so we made the most of it by visiting the British Museum of History. It was full of amazing artifacts! I saw things I never imagined I would see in person- only in books. As we were viewing the Rosetta Stone, my feet and legs began to cramp. Each step became more painful than the last. But what could I do? We're not at home, so I can't jump in the car. The only choice I had? Keep walking. We made it back to the hotel. I took some ibuprofen and slept like a baby. The next morning, we boarded our second plane to Kiev. While here in Kiev, we are staying with an amazing American family. They have been more than hospitable to us. The first night, Marci took us all over the city, showing us the best places to bank, eat, shop, etc. The city of Kiev is full of history! It's a beautiful place. And guess how you see it all? You keep walking. Day two of foot and leg cramps. This morning, we met with our facilitator at a local french bakery. We had a very good meeting and enjoyed getting to know her and her husband, who will be accompanying us on our trip to Mariupol. However, we cannot go to Mariupol until we have received a referral letter from the SDA. We have our appointment with them tomorrow and hope to receive our letter by Friday. Until then, we really have nothing to do. But the jet lag makes it impossible to relax in our very nice apartment. We would sleep all day for sure! (Kiev is 8 hours ahead of Oklahoma) So what do we do? Keep walking. Today, we saw St. Sophia's, the Golden Gate and other beautiful sites. Day three of foot and leg cramps, now accompanied by bloody toes from breaking in my new boots.

I'm not complaining. Putting our family together is worth any amount of suffering, and I'm sure this is the least of things to come. Missing my American boys is rubbing my heart far worse than these boots are rubbing my toes! But I remain convinced that God will see us through all of this and more, if we just...keep walking. Each step is a step toward our Ukrainian boys coming home. Praise God and pass the ibuprofen!