Hello people,

It's me again. Nadine. It is my privilege to sit here and write the team email.

I am going to miss this place a lot!!! Tomorrow we leave for Split. I am NOT ready to be at the bus station by 6:00am and ride a bus for four hours.

I am really missing Sarajevo. and all the people there. I am at a point where my heart feels very heavy. It’s a good thing. He has opened the "eyes of my heart".

I kind of miss seeing my doctor here. It was so weird and cool to have him on this trip. I'm sorry, I keep going back and forth with my thoughts. I just have a lot of things to say and I don't know where I should I start.

Mostar: I got to hang out with a whole bunch of the kids that lived in the container village. I was kind of feeling like I didn't want to be there. And then this little girl came up to me and hugged me. I felt like I loved her instantly. We played together the whole time we were there. Leaving was the hardest part! Every time I went to put her down she would say ne,ne.(no,no) and she would hug my neck even tighter. I felt like I just wanted to take her home. She was like a puppy that I knew I couldn't keep. You know when you're younger and you find a stray animal, and you really want to keep it but you know you can't, so you love it as long as you can, as much as you can??? Well this is what it was like. Except, I knew that I wouldn't see this little girl ever again, only in pictures. I don't even remember her name. I just remember her smile and the look she gave me when I pointed to her house and put her down. A piece of my heart stood there, with her. I know it's mean to compare them to puppies but that's how I felt.

Jajce: it's green out here!! I love it. The children out here are somewhat like the kids at kids club. only not ghetto enough. I don't get to slam them around everywhere so that's a bummer. A big bummer at that. The lakes out here are really cold!!!! Vanja is cool. She makes me miss Amber so much!!! We talked and I couldn't believe how much like Amber she was. Always working, even when she's not suppose to. Always having a servants heart. They dress the same too. Pretty bizarre.

Sarajevo: where I first started to realize how much more important and serious my prayers got. I now see that my problems are nothing compared to the world's. The cemetery there really grasped my heart! I took a walk by myself up there. I saw like 4-5 funerals going on. It brought back a lot memories of my past.

I just sat there crying, feeling the pain all over again. Then, when my eyes finally cleared up I was standing on a high hill. I could see thousands and thousands of white headstones, and I just thought to myself "hardly any of them knew God" maybe none of them. I stood on that high hill praying for the lost souls of our brothers and sisters. That was the first time in my life I had ever prayed for people who were already dead. If you stop and think about it. We often only pray for the living, forgetting that people are dying every day and don't know God.

I was also dealing with a lot of personal things. Feeling a lot like Orpah, in the story of Ruth. Weeping and honestly wanting god's fellowship. My heart was being broken, but my soul wasn't. I asked God to not only break me, but to break me to the point where only he would be able to fix me. To help me stop idolizing things and people. I wanted to know what it was literally like to have to rest in his arms and no one else's.

Faithfully,