Here is our line up of buses. Tonight we will meet under the street light that lights the parking lot and have some food together. Last week during our art time on the streets we drew the busses that park in the huge parking lot next to where we meet. There is a soccer stadium to one side, Mc Doodles, and the hospital on another, and an abandoned sports arena. Buses park to wait to take workers back to their villages in the late afternoon. Some street kids traveled the whole country before they were 15, some barely leave their corner. We'll stay here with them while the buses, cars and trams come and go. We'll keep praying for an empty parking lot and miracle stories of by gone days.

This was an encore in Galati, Romania at the Teatru Muzical, of a performance given by a Romanian violinist. The piece is the 3rd movement, Andante, of the 2nd Sonata for Violin Solo by Johann Sebastian Bach. The streets are on the way to the corner store and near our neighborhood church. The rug is a good representation of the throw rugs in all the main traffic areas of our neighborhood church. It is a typical Romanian hand made rag rug.

Our family is beginning the process of building a house with our good friends. I am going to have studio space in the attic. Monica has laughed at me a few times saying that I am really building a studio with a house under it to support it, and that it is nice of me to building living space as well. Here is Lau the guy I am building with cutting the metal bars we are using to support our wood fence.

Here is an oil painting on the theme of triangles. The solid triangle seemed too dominant so I started sanding back into the canvas.

This painting was done when Monica was in her last month with Simeon. Below is an article she just had published in 'In Communion' titled "Peace with my Body".

"On April 20, 2006, just a few minutes past seven in the morning, I held my new- born son, Abram. As I gazed into his beautiful face, deep gratefulness welled up within for the wonderful pregnancy and childbirth I had experienced. And at that moment, I made peace with my body. I had always been healthy and had a pretty uneventful medical history until 2001 when my husband and I were expecting our first child. At about four months into the pregnancy, just when I thought I was out of the danger zone, I miscarried. It was the most emotionally devastating event either of us had gone through. For months we cried and wrestled with God about the injustice of our loss. A weight descended on us as we saw the world as a place where bad things happen, even to good people, with little or no explanation. I began to see myself and my body as defective, unable to carry a child as it was created to. I had no health problems related to the miscarriage, yet I felt scarred and broken..." Read the rest of the article 'Peace with my Body" written by Monica.