Sweden!

It's so crazy to me that traveling 1 hour and 45 minutes by plane can take you from Romania to Sweden! Or, from Hungary to Sweden. We live so close to the border that the 4-5 hour drive from Marghita to the Budapest airports is the best deal.
Two of my team members were married on Saturday so, I think, 13 of us ended up being able to go to their wedding. I had been asked to sing and the look in their eyes when they each heard the song they had dedicated to each other...whew, I was about ready to break down in tears during the songs!
They were married in the outskirts of Goteborg (Gothenburg for all of you) which, is really fun to say in Swedish. It has that nice Swedish accent to it that you would imagine the Swedish chef from the muppets saying! Super windy and temperatures ranging from "it's almost too warm to have a coat on" to "i've never had this many goosebumps on my body before."
Weddings in Sweden are really not at all like weddings in the States. This was my second one and I really like the way they do things. No bridesmaids, no groomsmen, no flowers in the church. Food is simple and the reception is all about skits, speeches, videos and fun things all planned ahead for months in advance for this day and for this couple. And, of course since they are like the #1 candy consumers in the world or something, the night always ends with a CANDY BUFFET. Yes, you heard me correctly, candy buffet.
The cool things was, that God was everywhere in the day. His presence was so strong during all happenings - ceremony and reception. It was incredible.
We bunked out in the bride's parents' home for the weekend and you would have thought that there wasn't even a wedding going on - that's how low stress there was. Note to self, when I get married - whenever that will be - I need to have this family plan the wedding!

On Sunday 2 cool things happened.
#1. I was able to go to church (click on church to see which one I went to!) and God really let me be vulnerable in that congregation. Sometimes it's hard here in Marghita to have a breakdown or ask people to pray for you about specific things, when you are the one supposed to be doing that for them. One of the pastors at this church prayed for me and it was...oh, i don't know how to put it. It broke me and brought healing to me and refreshed and encouraged me. And the worship was so intimate. I really am so grateful for what God provided and gave to me through that service Sunday afternoon.

#2. I got to eat KEBAB PIZZA (this link is one I found online - the one I ate was a little nicer looking : ) ) again. My last trip to Sweden was a couple of years ago and I tried Kebab Pizza for the first time then. We found this hole-in-a wall pizza place after church and I was able to order it. It's incredible. *Sigh* Kebab Pizza. It's a pizza with Gyro meat all over it and then you put Tzatziki sauce on top to finish it off.