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A swirl of activity...

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 visit the ladies behind the windows. And the past two days we put together a display for the ministry. It took time to make it, but it looks good.

Many thoughts on being back, but they’ll have to wait. I have to go, but hopefully the pace will slow down after today and I can post some more of my thoughts as I continue on this journey.

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