A Ray of Light

A few weeks ago I helped some friends move into a new bloc apartment. The other people helping were some of the most welcoming and happiest people that I have met in Romania. One in particular won me over and became my new best friend…a 3 year old name Amelia. Between carrying in loads of whatever, I played an array of games, including piața and hide-n-seek (she never did quite understand why I couldn’t fit in the armoire.) Since then I’ve only had one other brief encounter with my new BF, as we passed in the streets, and I haven’t had much reason to be chipper…but that’s changed and she’s done it once again.

During my tutoring session yesterday, my tutor’s wife came home and asked if my life has drastically improved since meeting Amelia. I had to sit and think for a moment because the past little while hasn’t been that particularly grand. Seeing my efforts to think, Lori offered some help… “Because Amelia has been praying for you every single day. If she forgets to say your name at a meal, she’ll drop to her knees as soon as she remembers ‘and Betsy too!’” I was brought back to life. I hope I never forget the small individual moments that make life worth waking up to every morning.