On a journey...

Well, it’s been a while since last update and the week gone by has different things I want to write down so I don’t forget them, so here we go, a little “my diary” style update… Friday 17th October- The edge of Hell Friday evening I went with a friend on mine on the IHOP evangelistic outreach to the famous “Haunted Houses”. As far as I understood, this time of year (i.e. Halloween time) they set up haunted houses, like ghost houses, where people pay and ride through them and get scared (that’s it in a nutshell, and it’s good business too. Someone offered us tickets for 2 houses “a combo” for US$ 46!). One of the haunted houses is actually called “the edge of hell”, so what better place to go to talk to people the reality of heaven. It was quite hard to engage people in conversation. Not quite like Brazil I must say. But in spite of feeling like a fish out of water I did talk to a few people. One was this homeless man I spotted (with my eyes that always notice street people, I guess it’

Well, since I last wrote I have actually moved. It is lovely to be so close to the prayer room…it only takes 4 minutes, and I still have people giving me lifts if it’s raining (which is nice because heavy rain is capable of getting you pretty wet even if it’s only a short walk). Sat her in my nice room I am feeling a bit culture shocked though. Today it suddenly hit me again… it’s weird how culture shock does that, hits you at different times. I’ll be totally fine and then I’ll be close to tears, like I am writing this. I had such a lovely afternoon today. I met up with a few friends from Commission and we went to Panera for lunch. It was so nice to catch up and just hang out. I came home and went to do my laundry, which is tricky because it means going into the flat in the cellar and it feels strange to walk into someone else’s home. And so that just got me all insecure in how to go about the whole thing. I did get my washing on in the end and now it’s in the dryer on this great setti

Life goes on. I am still settling in here in Kansas City. I looked at a room to live in last week and decided to take it. It’s only 4 minutes to walk from the prayer room, has nice wooden floors and is a lovely house. I signed the contract yesterday and will move today. I feel peace yet a bit sad to leave my friends’ house. It’s been so lovely to live with people I know and be a part of life here. It’s funny how you get to catch up on a different level when you share day-to-day life. And being a good walk away from the prayer room has given me a chance to let others bless me with lifts. Other then my friends how live here, a couple of other people have kindly given me rides. Yesterday a lovely lady who was on her way in the other direction turned around and came back to give me a life because it was raining, and yesterday morning a lady stopped as I was walking to the prayer room at 6 am and gave me a lift. So I have been very blessed. It has also been quite nice to walk when it’s been

I am finally in Kansas City. It is so great to be back here, it feel like I’ve finally got to where I am supposed to be. My friend Maria picked me up when I arrived on Wednesday and it was great seeing her again. I am staying at her house with her, her gorgeous little son, and a friend of hers with her 3 boys. No need to say that it’s not the quietest house I’ve ever lived in, but I do like the life the children bring and they are all very sweet. It’s such a blessing to be able to stay here while I figure things out. And these 3 days that I’ve been here I feel so blessed. I’ve connected with a few people I knew from before and being back in the prayer room feels so normal. I am also well on my way in getting things sorted so I can start working. Today I went to get my social security number and it took, oh let’s see, all of about 5 or maybe 10 minutes to get it sorted and it’ll be sent to me in the post. And so I feel like things keep moving forward and God continues just opening those

I was right in my assumption that I would not make my flight last night. It was a bit touch and go as it seemed like it would be possible, but then it wasn’t. I was a bit miffed as it would have been so nice to get to Kansas City and not have to travel for another morning. But then again, I was pretty exhausted so it was ok to be able to go to bed instead of getting on another flight. Still, for those of you who know me and how much I enjoy nice hotels, it wasn’t the same enjoyment when I really just wanted to be finished with my travelling. Getting through customs and immigration was painless to say the least. As I apologised for the lack of much voice they all kindly processed me (or my documents) without much talking for which I was thankful. It’s strange how dependant I really am on my voice. On the plane it was really challenging to be able to even express what I wanted to drink when asked. And the poor guy next to me seemed to be in quite a chatty mood, but he soon discovered tha

And then 4 hours became 6 ½ hours…a slight delay to my flight to Chicago. I am still in Denmark. It’s not really a problem as such (apart from a great risk of getting very bored), but it’s a shame that I now have to try to get in touch with the people who are picking me up at the airport to say I’m going to be very late- in fact I will probably not get to Kansas City till Wednesday morning. The joys of travelling. I found a little bar/café where I could plug in my laptop and even connect to the internet for free! Jippi! Which means I can sit on the internet and do some emails, and of course get these scribbles (if you can call something typed a scribble) posted. I am also feeling less stuffy, although my voice is still of questionable quality…the journey continues- literally. On my way: Copenhagen airport I am sat here writing this with my soundproof headphones in my ears which makes this a bit of a surreal experience as what I hear is music being transported from my laptop into my ear