Within an hour or so, God provided us with two boats through an unexpected encounter with my cousin, who was also volunteering in the city. Along with the boats, a seasoned boat pilot from a church in Kyiv joined our ranks.
We swiftly made our way to the water’s edge and began maneuvering toward the island. There were countless risks: hidden mines swept in by the water, treacherous currents that made maneuvering obstacles much more difficult, submerged hazards that could tear open our rigid inflatable boat… not to mention the constant looming threat of drones and shelling. We knew that our journey would test our limits, but we clung to the belief that with God by our side, no obstacle was insurmountable. We trusted in His protection and pressed on with confidence.
We evacuated an elderly babushka, who had recently suffered a stroke and was in deteriorating health due to lack of medical care. We carried her down from the 9th floor and into the boat. The journey back was not easy, but I was moved by how the chaplain shared the hope of the gospel with her throughout the trip. Upon arriving at the shore, an ambulance took her to the hospital.
We completed more evacuation trips, as well as delivered water and medical aid by boat. God kept us through it all. All glory and thanks to Him.