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And then it was Friday.

Time has gone so quickly. The wedding last Saturday was really good! The bride was beautiful and everything went really well! Moving was also surprisingly stress-free. We managed to move the stuff before I needed to head off to my BBQ, and although I wasn’t able to totally unpack the same day, at least I could sleep in my new room and I’ve spent the week slowly but surely getting myself organised. It’s a good house. Not as beautiful as my last one, but very peaceful and I am enjoying it here. The absence of internet makes things a little bit tricky, but hopefully we’ll get that sorted soon.

It’s truly been a busy week. It’s funny how just a few extra things seem to consume time. The other night I realized I needed to get my vote for the Norwegian governmental elections in the post so it would arrive on time. It was already late when I remembered, so obviously it got even later by the time I’d actually filled in the paper and placed it in the 3 envelopes required for it to be considered a valid vote. It was sent in the mail the next morning, so I hope it gets to Norway in time.

But you know what…I might be getting less sleep then I need, rushing from one thing to another and constantly try to catch up on stuff, especially with the moving, but I feel so alive! My body might be weak, but my spirit is alive! And it feels so good. It feels so good to be here, and it’s amazing to day after day see people be built up and changed because of what Jesus is doing in their lives.

Today a lady called Karen Dunham shared at the service about the work she’s doing in the refugee camps in Israel and how God is just transforming lives and moving powerfully. I was so inspired to walk in even greater faith, because I have a great God! During the worship the children’s ministry had the children there and it was so lovely to see these little kids of maybe 5 or 6 years old jumping around worshipping Jesus and having such joy and enthusiasm. It blessed my heart.

The other day I was reading about the widow’s mite in the gospels, and was so struck by how it says that she gave everything she had for her livelihood in the offering. She gave everything that was to keep her alive to the One who is life and who gives life! How amazing is that!!!

So I am doing good. Life is good. And tomorrow is another day….on which I shall probably be posting this post since I need to go down to the missions base to get online.

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