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A taste of “normality”.

Life goes on. I think that was the name of some TV-show from many years ago. But it is true. Life does go on.

What is life for me at moment you might ask? A good question as it is never obvious where I will be and what I will be doing. At the moment a good way to put it is that I am having a taste of “normality” (if sucha thing exists). With that I mean that I am getting to experience a day-to-day of a full-time job. In my last post I wrote that I’d taken on the task of writing a CV. I am actually working in a job which I got without using it (ironic, eh). My job is in the local primary school in the section with disabled children (I don’t know if that’s the correct term, but you know what I mean). It’s full-time, although temporary. At the moment I have work for another 2 weeks, but I have no doubt there’ll be plenty as there is always a need for people. It’s a totally ok job, and am slowly getting to know the children and them me. I am finding it quite challenging, at least at the moment, as I keep having to remind myself that there are not kids who need me to be supertough (although I need to be decided), and I am still working out how to relate to each one of them.

For some reason we’ve had amazing weather the past weeks. When I was in Kansas City people would ask me about the weather here, and I would confidently say that it pretty much rains all the time. These past weeks have really proven me wrong as we’ve had clear blue skies and sunshine pretty much every day. I am almost forgetting what it’s like to have rain. I’ve discovered the joy of walking on the beach, and try to go for a speedwalk on the sand and rocks every day. It’s so gorgeous to get fresh air, exercise and just be.

That is pretty much life. And as I walk through the day-to-day I also take one step at a time in returning to IHOP-KC. I don’t know how all the details will work out or even what the timespan will be till I get to go back, but I have peace in walking it out step by step, knowing that God is faithful and that He is opening the doors.

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