Apartment update

Last night we met with the apartment owners, and it was a great meeting. We really like the apartment; it's just exactly what we were hoping for. We have a verbal agreement with the landlords (a Ukrainian woman who grew up in the apartment and her American husband, the son of a missionary doctor who serves in Kyiv), but nothing's been signed yet.

As we've been looking for a place, I've appreciated the prayer in Proverbs 30:8 — "Give me neither poverty nor riches; Feed me with the food that is my portion." We prayed for an apartment that was neither too nice nor not nice enough, neither too big nor too small for the ministry that God wants us to do there.

It seems to us that the apartment we looked at yesterday perfectly fits that description:

It has four rooms (one big bedroom, one medium bedroom and one tiny bedroom, plus a living room) and a nice-sized kitchen, but is overall not a lot bigger than the apartment we have now.

It's in very nice condition with some very groovy wallpaper choices, a blue-and-yellow bathroom (those who have known me a long time know of my proclivity toward that color scheme; in fact, our towels are blue and yellow) and a long, covered balcony.

It looks out over the play area outside the building, which is also in good condition – better than the playground at our current place.

In addition to being at a bus stop, it's also right by a tram stop. I never take the tram because it's rather slow and there's a bus stop much closer to our current place, but I've got a feeling that a 2-year-old Dietrich might think a tram ride is something pretty special.

Eric and I both quickly came to love the place — no small feat for two minds that work as differently as ours sometimes do. So, we're thrilled and hopeful that, come August 1, we can start living our lives there.

Yay team!

We work with a great team of people here in Kyiv. Yesterday I was particularly thankful for them and encouraged by how we help and support one-another.

Our collective task: To pack Doctor Mark Saucy's office at Kyiv Theological Seminary — his extensive theological library and files – and some precious things from the Saucy family's apartment. (The Saucys, for those who don't know, have moved home so that Bonnie can battle a recurrence of cancer.)

We sent out an e-mail asking for help at each location, and almost every family that's in town for the summer sent at least one helper, plus our director's wife kept us fortified with slices of delicious blueberry coffee cake.

When the seminary group ran out of tape, someone's son was summoned to run to the store. When Dietrich was threatening to break the crystal vases, a co-worker scooped him up and kept him occupied until all the vases were safely bubble-wrapped.

And when one family's son fell and cut his leg to the bone, the team quickly adjusted. His dad left to go to the hospital, one of the families that has a car drove them and a member of the packing crew headed over to the driver's apartment to await the delivery of that family's refrigerator.

Thanks to all this cheerful help, four hours after we started, the hallways were lined with boxes, ready to be shipped.

Yay team!

In other matters: We got a good lead on an apartment, and we'll go see it Monday. I talked with the landlady yesterday and came away with a great impression. Here's the description we were sent:

"4 room 90 sq m APARTMENT FOR RENT! Fully furnished, in great condition with fresh remodeling! Great for family or office! Large, spacious designed wooden kitchen (15 sq. meters!) w/lots of storage space. Living room is big with lg enclosed balcony and extra storage space. Warm wooden floors thruout. 3 bedrooms/offices with windows all facing cozy yard. Sweet neighbors. Access to the entrance is by magnetic key or for those without keys, by calling up thru intercom system and being buzzed up. Cheap cable high-speed internet access. Playground for children in the yard. Forest, attraction park, track, soccer field, outdoor gym, beautiful lakes – all a 3 min walk. Lg outdoor market within 7 min walk. Supermarkets, shops, barber, drycleaner's, pharmacies, post office – all within 3-5-min walk. Convenient public transport bus and tram stop in front of building."

We can see this apartment out of Dietrich's bedroom window. It's a five-minute walk from our current place, and right across the street from the seminary. I have a really good feeling about it.

For those who are praying about this, you might also ask the Lord to provide an awesome place for Sergei and Natasha. He's the Academic Dean at the seminary, and Natasha was the registrar, though she's currently one week away from delivering a precious baby, so she will be taking some time off. They need to move soon after the baby is born. Sergei frequently posts here. This is a very challenging time to find affordable housing in Kyiv, and the situation affects many of our co-workers.

Too tired for squash

What with church this morning and a visit with friends this afternoon, Dietrich didn't get his normal naps. The result:



No progress so far in the apartment search. If you're the praying type, please pray that God would provide the perfect place as quickly as possible. We greatly desire to complete the move by July 22, as we already had a very packed last week of July planned, even before we knew about the move.

On the road again

We're moving. Where? We don't know. Our landlady came by today; she's moving back in on August 1. So the hunt for a new apartment begins. Thankfully, one of our SEND co-workers works with a Ukrainian rental agent to find apartments. Here's hoping they find something great. And near a market. And not too far from church. Or the seminary. Or the bus stop.

Though we haven't really enjoyed interacting with our landlady, we have loved our apartment. Not only is it near everything on the list above, you also can see the sunset and some trees from the kitchen window.

Yet, every time I get close to leaving something (a job, a city, etc.), I start remembering all the elements of that thing that I don't like, and those elements (often minor inconveniences) suddenly become simply unbearable. I don't do this consciously, but it does make the leaving easier.

So: Our apartment is freezing in the winter and has no storage space. In the baby's room, we have a wardrobe filled with our landlady's old stuff, which she has consistently refused to remove. About 100 empty glass jars live on one of the balconies, accompanied by a bag of rotting clothes and a broken oven. The pipes under the sink sometimes release a really bad odor that stinks up the whole joint. Even when I've just cleaned it, the potty room smells like a potty room.

But still, all in all, it's been a great place to live. (Enter nostalgic sigh here.)

Sorry, Sammy

This from the NY Times: "The eldest children in families tend to develop slightly higher I.Q.s than their younger siblings, researchers are reporting."

As I recall, Sam and I both had our I.Q.s tested when we were young, but, to this day, our parents have withheld the results. Personally, I think Sam's smarter.

You say potato

Dietrich has a habit: He likes to sit in his stroller and say "aaaaaa." He says "aaaaa" as long as he can, and then he takes a breath and says "aaaaaa" again. When he does this at church, everyone says, "He's singing."

Yesterday I was in the rinok (outdoor market), waiting in line to buy cherries. Dietrich was "aaaaaaa"-ing. Another guy selling fruit looked down at my sweet, cherub-faced little bug and asked him, "Who are you swearing at?"

Germany: A nice place to visit. And most likely to live, too.

On the swing at the Bible college where we stayed.

We got back a few days ago from a weeklong SEND conference in Germany. It was held at a Bible school from which several of our missionaries graduated. At this triennial event, all of SEND’s missionaries in the former Soviet Union (about 200 people) gather. We flew to Germany a day early because our plane tickets were $400 cheaper if we flew May 31 rather than June 1, so we got one morning together as a family before the conference started. So, there’s the context. Here’s the list:

1. In Germany, when the crossing light turns green and you step into the crosswalk, all the cars stop.

2. Corny land! Cornies are a granola-bar-ish treat that we discovered in Kyiv. In Germany, they have mini-Cornies, Corny bites and Big Cornies, which are the ones available here. We tried them all, and we feel the Big Cornies are the best.



3. Singing in English, especially this song, this song and various hymns.

4. Granola and tasty, whole-grain rolls with meat and cheese for breakfast. Salad and tasty, whole-grain rolls with meat and cheese for dinner. Gummy peaches for dessert. Rooibos tea at every meal and every break.

5. This commercial. And I'm not being culturally insensitive — the Germans in the room laughed, too.

6. Seeing the mommas and their babies at the Hannover Zoo. This probably will sound hokey, but ever since I became a momma myself, I feel connected to other moms, even when they’re hippos, elephants, ducks, turtles or gorillas. Also, Dietrich really enjoyed the penguins.


Momma and baby ducks.


Momma and baby hippos.


Momma and baby Oldenburgs.

7. Hearing about SEND's work in Kazakhstan and Siberia. Both of those areas have cultures that are quite different from Ukrainian culture, and it's amazing to see how our creative God is making Himself known in ways that wouldn't work here, but are perfect and compelling there. For instance, in Kazakhstan, people gather in traditional tents sometimes, and at the top of the tents is the pattern of a cross. They even have a saying that can basically be translated, "Look to the cross." It's a great place from which believers can start talking about the cross to which we all look for salvation.

8. Watching Dietrich bond with other kids. He mostly demanded a perch on my hip all week, but from that safe place he would burst into uncontrollable giggles when one of three kids — Ryan, Misha or Maya — came over to say hi.

9. German efficiency. The woman running the conference thought of everything! She had coffee available at 5:30 a.m. (or so she said … I wasn’t up at that hour). The families with kids were all assigned to two halls in the dorms, so that once the kids were asleep, a student could babysit while the parents went and had a coffee or an ice cream. At one point, I watched a child drop a leaf on a walkway. I noticed this otherwise-benign act because it was the ONLY leaf on the walkway, and I assume someone came by within 10 minutes to get rid of it.

10. Coming home. Not just because traveling with a baby was challenging sometimes, but because, as we approached our apartment in the taxi, I told Dietrich, “We’re almost home,” and for him, it’s 100 percent true. Eric and I have a hard time defining home, and eventually Dietrich probably will too, as he starts to remember visits to the States for Home Services, but for now, Xharkovsky Shosse 49 is his home.