In an hour we set off for a week in Latvia. My luggage has been carefully packed and re-packed as we’re only allowed 8kg hand luggage. I hope it’s the right weight now. I am excited. It’ll be a good week I think, and it’s really nice to travel with a team for once. I can’t remember almost the last time I actually went on a plane with someone, so it’ll almost be a new experience.
This weekend was good. On Friday I got to go visit the ladies in the windows. It was a really good time of handing out tea/coffee and biscuits to the ladies who work as sex workers in the Red Light District. So many nationalities in one place. I think we talked to women from Hungary, Bulgaria, Romania, Poland, Ecuador, Colombia, Holland, Italy, and maybe even other nations. It’s hard to not feel hopeless about the situation. Hard to not wonder if it’s a pointless battle to fight. Yet, for the ones who do want to talk and the ones who do make it, it’s worth it. And it isn’t pointless. I believe that every time we talk to or even smile at the ladies, there is something of the love of Jesus that is communicated, even if His name is never mentioned. And that is worth it!
Friday evening I was again sat in the apartment with the veranda door open. Friday nights are busier and louder. From outside I could hear shouts and noise from the numerous tourists and groups of guys walking the district. And yet I felt so grateful to be staying right here.
On Saturday I strolled through the city and ended up walking through a used stamps market. It was so cute to see these people with books of stamps they were selling or maybe exchanging. A reminder that the time of stamps and sending letters isn’t completely over... although it is more then we know.
Today I’ve been at church and hung out with my good friend Judith, before rushing back in the wind to avoid potential rain that seemed to be looming in the clouds. And now I’m packed and ready to go.
I hope to write some updates along the way, but if not, I’ll be back in this space when we get back to Amsterdam.
This weekend was good. On Friday I got to go visit the ladies in the windows. It was a really good time of handing out tea/coffee and biscuits to the ladies who work as sex workers in the Red Light District. So many nationalities in one place. I think we talked to women from Hungary, Bulgaria, Romania, Poland, Ecuador, Colombia, Holland, Italy, and maybe even other nations. It’s hard to not feel hopeless about the situation. Hard to not wonder if it’s a pointless battle to fight. Yet, for the ones who do want to talk and the ones who do make it, it’s worth it. And it isn’t pointless. I believe that every time we talk to or even smile at the ladies, there is something of the love of Jesus that is communicated, even if His name is never mentioned. And that is worth it!
Friday evening I was again sat in the apartment with the veranda door open. Friday nights are busier and louder. From outside I could hear shouts and noise from the numerous tourists and groups of guys walking the district. And yet I felt so grateful to be staying right here.
On Saturday I strolled through the city and ended up walking through a used stamps market. It was so cute to see these people with books of stamps they were selling or maybe exchanging. A reminder that the time of stamps and sending letters isn’t completely over... although it is more then we know.
Today I’ve been at church and hung out with my good friend Judith, before rushing back in the wind to avoid potential rain that seemed to be looming in the clouds. And now I’m packed and ready to go.
I hope to write some updates along the way, but if not, I’ll be back in this space when we get back to Amsterdam.