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Checking in.

Just said goodbye to more friends who are leaving. It’s amazing how connected you can get to people in such a short time, but it’s such a beautiful thing. One of the things I’ve gained these past 6 weeks is a whole set of new friends. I am so rich!


This weekend was busy but very good. It was so encouraging to see and meet people from different parts of Europe, all with a heart to fight against Human Trafficking. I led a time of intercession which went well and other then that participated in the conference. I am excited to see what the continuation is. A friend of mine from my time at uni in Leeds came and it was wonderful to reconnect with her after almost 13 years. She’s at an exciting place in life considering the possibility of heading into missions.


So here I’m sat in my new room. I had to move to a different room for my last week here. It’s one floor down (so not quite as many steps to climb) and has a different view which is nice. Sat here praying and pondering. “What next, Lord?” Where is this journey taking me? I am glad to have a small week ahead of me where I am not on a rigid schedule and can take my time to pray and think and see what the plan ahead is. I thought I’d know by now, and maybe I do, I just haven’t realised it yet....


Anyways, I just wanted to check in and maybe I’ll end up writing a bit more this week, but then again I might not. In any case it’s been a beautiful day in Amsterdam. Warm weather, walking to Vondelpark (a big park about 40 minute walk away), appreciating friends (meaning it’s sad to see them leave), and off to hang out with some of those who have yet to leave in a bit. Tomorrow the Tabernacle (i.e. house of prayer) is open in the afternoon so I’ll be heading there. Maybe I’ll go visit Corrie Ten Boom’s house in Haarleem in the morning....

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