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Another step along the way.

Sat here trying to get round to writing an update here on my blog…so many things have gone through my head that I would like to write down, but knowing how to is the challenge…

I had a lovely time in England. Again I was struck by how furtunate I am to have the privilege of knowing so many amazing people and be allowed to call them my friends. And again I left wishing I’d had more time to be able to visit and catch up with those I didn’t have the opportunity to see.

Writing this I am in my brother’s flat in Oslo…it looks very new and modern (to my untrained eyes) but it was acutally built in 1939 (no doubt probably quite a bit of redecorating has been done since then. I’m in Oslo because I had my visa interview today. And it went really well. Surprisingly well. I wasn’t worried or nervous before it and I had no reason to be either. Everyone was very friendly and kind and I should be getting my passport and visa back to me in a week’s time. It’s a bit unreal- I can’t believe I am another step closer to going back to Kansas City. In a month’s time I should be there.

I was reflecting on how perfect God’s timing is and how when we trust in Him He truly does prepare things in advance for us. When I go back to the USA it’ll be almost exactly one year since I went over for the first time. Little did I know that that initial trip was the start of a journey of actually moving there for a season.
And so my journey continues. One step closer. One step forward into the fullness of what God has for me.

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