On a journey...

I have such joy and peace. And I am enjoying the journey... I guess it’s partly to do with knowing which direction I am headed. But even more, I am grateful that I’ve had time to learn to appreciate the journey. Learn that even when I’m not seeing, I am still headed somewhere. Today I was walking on the beach and enjoying it so much. I wasn’t really headed anywhere in particular. I was on a walk and it was more my availability of time rather than a destination that determined where I went. I need to appreciate life the same way, and want to learn even more how to. Learn to look around in the now and appreciate the sound of the waves and the different textures I am walking on. Learn how to walk effortlessly from stone to stone, and choose the harder sandy parts to go quickly and the looser sand to build strength. Life is like a walk on the beach... kind of. I’ve had such a good week enjoying joy and peace and family and doing life here in Norway again. And even as I am appreciating the

Here I am sat using the free internet at Schipol airport in Amsterdam. I have almost finished my koffie verkeerd also known as cafe au lait or simply coffee with a lot of warm milk. Somehow airports are great places for reflecting and pondering, or maybe it’s just travelling alone that fuels the process. A situation of having time and not much to do. Yesterday evening I ate delicious arepas from Venezuela, or rather made by my Venezuelan friend. Then I packed and cleaned and slept, a bit at least. This morning I was up at bit after 6 am to finish packing and getting ready before heading off to catch the train to the airport, and here I am. It does feel strange to be leaving yet again... feels like Amsterdam in some way has become a little bit “normal” to me.... I got into some kind of routine, and I engaged my heart in the ministry and bonded with the people. Yet I’m not sure how Amsterdam fits into the journey and picture of my life. Still I am sitting here feeling such peace. I am on

It’s been a packed and good few weeks here in Amsterdam... a lot has happened and since I haven’t sat down to write till now I am guessing this might be a long post... but that’s ok. After all, I am writing mostly for myself and whoever wants a glimpse into my life and my heart.... It’s been a month of ministry and seeing more of Holland. At the open day for YWAM I found myself sharing about this ministry I’ve only really worked with for a few weeks to many people. And instead of taking the “I just arrived so I don’t know much approach”, I chose to share my heart, and as I shared about the ministry, I discovered more of my passion for justice. It was a good day, and it gave me even more insight into what YWAM Amsterdam is really about. The next day I went to Haarlem with some friends to visit Corrie Ten Boom’s house. While we were waiting for the tour to start I was talking to a gentleman who ended up being there with a group of students from the USA. When he heard that I worked in the

It’s a beautiful day! I’m back in Amsterdam and my room is on the 3rd floor of the “Lighthouse” building. Out my window I see “Oude Kerk”. A huge old church. It’s spectacular, and if it weren’t for the noise from people on the street, especially the drunk ones at night, I wouldn’t even know I’m in the Red Light District. This morning it is quiet though. Ascension day. Remembering the day Jesus ascended to heaven. And He is alive and He is there. It brings a smile to my face. I’m just taking a moment before starting the day. I have the webstream from IHOP-KC on; Bob Powers is leading worship- “quiet down...it’s time to be at rest..” Even if it’ll be a busy day I want to be at rest in my heart. I’m just about to head off to the Poort for the YWAM Amsterdam Open Day. Since arriving back on Monday evening, life has been a swirl. The days have come and gone and there’s been so many different things filling them... I got to teach a team about intercession and justice yesterday, and I went to