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On the road again...almost.

Today is Norway’s national day and it was so nice to be in Norway for it. Got to wear my national costume, watch the schools walk in a parade, eat hot dogs and ice cream, wave my Norwegian flag, take my niece to watch the parade called “folketoget”, blow soap-bubbles with my niece and nephew on the veranda, see what the royal family were wearing on television, and have nice food and enjoy celebrating this wonderful country I was born in. It’s been a great day!

Tomorrow will be a busy day. Mainly packing and getting ready.... “ready for what?” you may ask. Ready to get on a plane Thursday morning back to Amsterdam.

After a lot of waiting and trusting and talking and listening I am now heading back to Amsterdam for a month to “spy out the land”. I’m going to join with the “Lighthouse” and “Tabernacle”, two ministries of YWAM Amsterdam and see how that goes. See if it could be and is the next place I am to stop and work in... see how God leads.

So tomorrow will be busy. I’ve had my “list” for a week now, but somehow I always end up with a bunch of things to do last minute. Things I could have done earlier, but just didn’t. The other day I was pondering this fact. I’ve been doing the travelling to and fro for years now, and the day before I leave is always the same- a day consumed with packing and finishing unfinished tasks. I always have great intentions of packing early and having a day of chilling, but it never works. I don’t quite know why. Maybe it’s because starting to get the list done puts me into the “leaving mode”, and I’d rather “be where I am” a little longer, than extend the travelling period? Whatever the reason, the conclusion of my ponderings was that it probably won’t change, and so I just need to accept the fact that the last day at home will be one of those days and go with it. And so I will. Tomorrow will be that day, the day to get through my list, ready to set off. I imagine it’ll be a tad stressful. Change and travel always is. Leaving my family again is always hard. But it’s part of the journey, and so I recognise it for what it is and just go with it, and try to encounter the peace of God somewhere in the midst of it.

All that said, it’s nice to know the next step of my journey, and (almost) be on the road again.

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