Having lived and served in Russia previously over a decade ago, it has been such a privilege being back and having the opportunity to serve once again. Even though this is my first time on this trip, much of what I have observed and encountered have reminded me of how wonderful this country is and the people who inhabit it.
Today brought back many memories of my previous time in Russia. Spending part of the day with the young moms/dads reminded me of how family focused many people are in Russia. Spending the other part of the day at one of the local tech schools reminded me of some of the things that define Russia in my mind to include a balalaika performance, Grandma Yaga appearance, tea time, birch branches, some Russian food like potato and dill, pickled cucumbers, boiled potatoes, potatoes and mushrooms, blini (pancakes), and, did I mention potatoes?
While all of this felt very familiar, I’d like to share one sweet moment that I had not previously experienced in Russia. When we were in the orphanage, there was a small boy named Denis who had arrived at the orphanage about a week before we did. He latched onto me quickly and would proceed a large majority of time either at my side or within close proximity to me. One day, we took all the kids on a walk at a nearby river. The path included a rickety old bridge that would need to be crossed. As we approached the bridge, Denis was hesitant and said, “I’m afraid”. In my minimal Russian language, I assured him there was no need to be afraid and that he would be fine. As we stepped out on the bridge, I felt his small hand clench tightly onto mine. We started out slowly as he reiterated his fearful state, but we pressed on. Approaching the middle, his fear was sidetracked by the sight of cathedral domes of an old monestary nearby and by the time we neared the other side of the bridge, his grip had returned to normal and his fear had been conquered.
In that moment, I was reminded of a couple of things. One being how powerful our presence is in a child’s life to foster enough trust, even in such a short time to encounter and overcome challenges in their lives. The other being that our Heavenly Father is inviting us to offer up our fears, grip His hand and trust Him as we step out on that rickety bridge.
So, in the midst of serving Him in Russia, He is faithful to remind us of His presence whether it is in the beautiful music of a student, the love of a young parent, the grip of an orphan child, and maybe even in a plate of potatoes.
Thad