Today I came by forgone to Macedonia with the Plagenhoef family. We are here in the city of Struga with about two-hundred other missionaries to Albania. Struga is a city on the northern shore of Lake Ochrid which is arguably the most beautiful work of nature in the Balkans. Struga has a more European feel than any place I have visited in Albania, but that may be due entirely to the constant influx of tourists and tourist money to this place. The language here is called Macedonian, but it is very similar to Serbian, which is very similar to Croatian. The money here is the Denar, but the Euro is widely accepted and appreciated.
We will be here for five days. I love asking and finding out how to greet people in a language that is new to me. The script here is Cyrillic, which adds a wrinkle. Albanian has ten additional letters in its’ alphabet, but it is relatively easy to sound out. With Cyrillic, I don’t even know where to start. Maybe five days here will offer clarity.
Every day is a gift from God. Can you imagine receiving a gift from God? Can you imagine waking up on Christmas morning to have a package under the tree from the creator of all things? You have it. You have today.
albaniacalling 
Love you….