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First night in Belgrade

It was wild to find myself walking in the streets of Belgrade, Serbia on a mild Spring evening. Never in a million years did I ever think to myself that God would bring me here to serve Him in missions.

It was also sobering to see some of the buildings that were bombed back in the '90s in the terrorist attacks that happened in Belgrade. I can't imagine living in a place where anything like that could happen at any given moment. We live in a country where we are so far removed from that, we can hardly relate at all.

Though in recent years with the number of natural as well as domestic disasters that have happened, America certainly has it's share of scars that can relate with the rest of the world.

Anyways, it was a really neat city and awesome to be there! We almost felt like secret agent spies with a specific mission to infiltrate the country covertly. God's special ops baby. Oh yeah.

“First night in Belgrade”