I said, Yes!

I said, Yes!…to the 300 refugees who we would have to provide accommodation and food for throughout the war.

That’s what the phone call sounded like around 4 o’clock on the afternoon of May 3rd. I made my calculations of the human resources and finances that would be needed. To take care of so many people, you have to have many people at your disposal and hundreds of thousands of dollars. After praying with our missionary team, a few hours later, I said Yes! 

26 years ago I said Yes! to God when He sent me on the mission field and how could I not say Yes! when I see so many people fleeing the war. When you hold in your arms a woman who cries and tells you that she escaped from a house where the bomb came but her husband did not. How could I not say Yes! when in my car on the way to Budapest, a refugee told me that in order to get to Romania she had to go through Russian-occupied territory at the risk of being caught. How could I not say Yes! when I see so many mothers with children and so many ‘Babushkas’ who with tears in their eyes run away from this cruel war.

After I said yes! God began to move things and put us in touch with people from all over the country who have agreed to help take refugees in their care.