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Slightly delayed posting.

Tuesday 15 November 2011

The airport seems to be the place….

for me to blog these days. Here I am yet again at an airport, Gatwick this time. One my way home from a week of visiting friends in the London area of England. It’s been a lovely 6 days. Catching up with friends and wishing I had longer, and entering into the day-to-day reality of a mother of 3. It’s been really good!

I realize I haven’t really finished up Brazil yet. Strange. It seems like so long since I came back, yet it’s only a week and a bit. I really hope that in the next few days that I’ll be able to sit down properly and close up the time in Brazil and even post some photos.

But even having just come back it really feels like I’m travelling full speed into the next thing. Suddenly everything is happening very quickly and I feel like I really need to get caught up with the whole swirl of moving to Amsterdam and leading the Shine seminar. Still, I choose to not get too overwhelmed as I have communicated that I won’t be able to do anything really till next week and so I’m holding off for a little longer. But I do feel excited and look forward to get stuck into things again. This year has been really good in the sense of trusting God for step by step, but it is a relief to know the next thing and be able to pray and work and walk for it and towards it and into it.

I’ve had some good chats with God on the many train journey’s I’ve been on this past week and I think I realize more and more that life is so much bigger than just me and it is definitely about much more than me. It’s funny because I know that, and even thinking that the world and my life revolve around me seems so proud when I put it in words. Yet, I know that so often my insecurities and reluctance in situations comes from a place of looking at myself instead of at God and other people who are part of the situation.

And I’ve come to love God’s agenda for my life and how He works through the desires of my heart. And I love how He keeps themes going. I went to Brazil and ended up going to a week’s conference on Human Trafficking (keeping the Human Trafficking theme going). This week I just realized that while I’m visiting IHOP-KC in January there just “happens” to be a conference on Human Trafficking there also which I will go to which will both (hopefully) give me an even deeper understanding of the issue, but also connect me with others who carry a heart to partner with God’s heart to see it ended.

I love the perfect leadership of God! He is a very good shepherd, and He always leads me well.

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