Flying to Romania! maybe.....

So in case you haven't heard, I am on my way to Romania! Unfortunately, things have not been going so well.  I had an awful time finding a time and tickets to get over here, but alas God provided!  Unfortunately, I am currently in Amsterdam, Netherlands writing on a desktop computer that I had to pay $5 dollars for every 15 minutes to use! My plane coming to Amsterdam was late arriving, and of course I missed my next flight to Bucharest by a mere 5 minutes. So now I am waiting 4 hours to catch another flight to Paris then jumping on a plane to Bucharest finally!  And having to do all this alone as my travelling companions were redirected on an earlier flight.  I'm not sure why this is all happening.  I was led by God to go to Romania, however, the world doesn't seem to want me there.  But! My mother prayed that if I'm supposed to go, I will get there somehow. If not, there will be no possible way for me to go.  So far, there's still a window slightly cracked, and I'm still going.  I will take every opportunity God gives me to get there.  If this is his plan, I will arrive in Bucharest one way or another.
For now, your love, support, and prayers are greatly needed.
Love and miss you all,
Jenny

Oh! and of course everything on the internet here is in Dutch!!! ....randomly hitting familiar looking buttons and guessing translations....

Her Story

There are thousands.
Each with a slightly different feel
a different scent.
Each one remarkable
with a hidden story waiting to be revealed
waiting to be opened.

Its cover shows such beauty
Worn yet ready to be.
Opening lines draw her  in
Before she even settles in the chair,
her mind is captured
Her imagination flows pages ahead

Hours pass by
It lies perfectly in the curves of her hands
The binding tightening with each turn of the page
Her heart invested
The waves of words fall over the last as she waits
waits for the next page
for the final page

But there's no final page.
There's no ending to this tale
Lines cross out what could have been
the story never complete
The binding breaks in two
as she returns it to its former life

She continues down the row
her journey through life
Drawing her fingertips across the unknown
the story simply fades away in her memory
She waits for an ending
an ending to her search
for her story.