Moving Day

I arrived in Hungary just over a week ago on a Thursday evening.  I spent the first night at a friend's house and was grateful for their hospitality to me.  Jet leg hit me at about 3:30am and I didn't get any more sleep that first night.  I would be busy all day on Friday moving and unpacking to settle in to my new house.  By 8:30am I was on my way to a different friend's house where I had stored my belongings for the summer.  Again the kindness and generosity was abundant as I had several other friends that allowed me to use their vans, their time and their muscles to help accomplish the moving task.  So thankful for the body of Christ who continue to be the hands and feet of Jesus to me and many, many more.

We passed this on the road as we were moving between houses.  Yes, this is why I call Diosd a village not a suburb.

Christina, lifting boxes up to the balcony.  

James & Will, carried countless boxes and