Scope for Imagination

Before I left for Ukraine I spent some time with my Cousin's. And while driving on our way to our family reunion we listened to "Anne of Green Gables" audio book. And something that Anne comments on a lot is her surroundings and how some places provide a better scope for imagination than others. Ukraine has a beautiful scope for imagination.

Tonight I was looking out my window watching children play on the playground that is right outside our building. The jungle-gym had chipped paint and was towered by the apartment buildings and narrow streets. But there were two little girls standing on one of the playground bridges, and they were talking to an old newspaper, lifting their hands in the air, telling the paper to go up, pretending the paper was obeying as it rose and was tossed about in the wind.
I also watched as a couple of boys with toy swords and shields went to invade and take over the playground. But as soon as the girl wasn't running away and started to chase them they turned and retreated back to the seating area. I really love watching the children and the wonder of their imagination. 


I myself find myself imagining as I ride the tram or metro. What if I could warm that babushka's heart and make her forget her tired feet? What if I could help that old man carry his heavy load? What if I was close friends with the president of Ukraine and was an advisor? What if I was a music artist that rallied the people of Ukraine and gave them hope as a nation?! *sigh, such scope for imagination




On another note; Things are going well here. I am getting over my sinus infection. Although it is leaving I had the pleasant experience of not having a tissue on the metro, and having to swallow anything that would threaten to come out of the front of my face. 
Today I had a bad experience with the trams. But to my delight God has shielded me from being hurt by the experience and I have no fear to get out there and try it again. I really wish we had a metro that ran through OKC. It would save so much time AND money. One in Houston would be CRAZY helpful as well. 
I really enjoy the simplicity of life here. It's been pretty hot here (lower 90's) and there's not too much AC. So when I went to the market and my friend commented on how well priced the watermelons were I couldn't help but begin to thump them and find a good one. It ended up costing me 9.06 grievna (about a dollar). And I can not tell you how amazing it was to have chilled watermelon on such a warm day. It was bliss. The past week I've been meeting up with CCX people and making plans for this week that I'm now starting in on. I am praying for the conversations to come that people I talk to would know they're loved. My hope is that WHEREVER I go God would use me to let his love shine. Already I have met up with old friends and made new ones. I anticipate the wonderful work that God is unfolding. Sorry my thoughts jump around. But life tends to happen all at once.