It’s our last night in Bucharest, Romania, and I can honestly say I don’t want to go home.
I’ve known the past few years that I am called to do ministry in Europe. It’s why I have returned to the Czech Republic at least once a year since 2006. It’s why I have a map of the world hanging in my home office. It’s why any time I even think about organizing a trip to Europe, I begin crying.
I am called to this continent.
And this week, God broke my heart for another country.
It’s been a powerful week of ministry, serving, speaking, praying, worshipping, encouraging, being encouraged, blessing, being blessed, and meeting people who, God permitting, I will see again sometime soon.
I’ve found myself Googling the history of Romania.
Purchasing an atlas so I can pray over this country.
Praying every time we were walking from one location to another.
Claiming the promise that every where I step my foot will be God’s.
Sowing financially into the ministries of this country.
Connecting with the people.
Trying to learn the language so I can have at least a basic understanding of what is being said.
All signs that I’m hooked.
And that this won’t be my last time here.
God has opened a door for me in Romania.
One that I hope will stay open for many more years to come.