A third truckload of block arrived this morning and registered a first round TKO. No, there will be no boasting in our efforts, niether will there be complaining for the blessings have far exceded the burdens….isn’t that just like God? We are very close to our goal…Just a few hours on Friday will get us there. We try not to think about the fact that Sergei will do as much by himself in less time…Sergei knows very English and most of us know even less Ukrainian and Russian, Yuri forbids us to use Russian on site anyway but, every once in a while a successful exchange of communication occurs. When perhaps a certain tool or more mud is needed and there is feeling of satisfaction that comes with that, but I wish for more…to invite Sergei into our laughter without an interpreter. And nothing holds us back but our laziness…even if we did learn, would we have courage to use it? I can say “Slava Boga” and, in my head, know that I am praising God, but one missed accent or pronounciation and I might find myself praising the outdoor toilet which, don’t get me wrong, can be praiseworthy at times, but it is not the Savior. Oh how we limit ourselves though God heaps the blessings on us. Tonight we had dinner in Sevastopol then visited the Fedoretz family and the first from-the-ground-up HopeHouse we worked on two years ago. Both the family and the house look great. The grounds are beautiful…much different when we last saw it, at least from an esoteric perspective…And Joe and Art found recipients for the balls, matchbox cars and stuffed animals. It was a great encouragement for all to see what our efforts to lead to. Though we are not building a house for a HopeHouse family…we are building a house for a generation of families…it’s a bit like eating an elephant, but Yuri would say “I like elephants, but I don’t like to eat them.” We will see you soon…All our love…