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It’s good and right...reflecting.

I’m sat here in the living room at my parent’s house. Everyone has gone to bed and I am sat in the cosy living room surrounded by Christmas decorations and a lovely Christmas tree lighting up the room. It’s so nice to be home at Christmas. Too bad the snow that appeared a couple of days ago, melted away almost as quickly as it came, and today it’s been quite rainy and mild.

Tomorrow is Christmas Eve. I love Christmas coz I get to remember Jesus coming to earth. And I get to spend quality time with family. I am amazed at how much time seems to fill just 3 days of celebrating. Tuesday seems ages away, and yet it’s only, well, 4 days till.

And Tuesday I get on a plane and fly off to Kansas City for 3 weeks. Really looking forward to it. Excited to see friends again. Excited to go to the prayer room. Excited to have some time to just be refreshed and listen to God. Excited to go to the Abolition Summit. And excited for some time to just dial down and “be”. Hopefully I’ll manage to calm the traffic in my mind and find the peace of God to guard it.

It’s good and right...

My week and a bit in Amsterdam went really well. I guess I left my last post not on the most positive note, but that’s what you get from getting up at four in the morning and lobbing a ton of luggage to a different country. Arriving in Amsterdam, well at the YWAM base, was lovely. I got into my room in hospitality and just felt peace. In true YWAM fashion my room had a little welcome basket with a lovely note in it, and I had clean bedding on my bed and fresh towels.

From then on I felt literally embraced by those I’d met before. I got so many lovely hugs and welcomes it made me feel so loved and accepted. It’s amazing how people I barely know already start to feel a bit like a family away from home...

My first days, and actually the rest of my time really, felt a little bit crazy schedule-wise, as I was trying to fit in meetings with a vast array of people, and on several occasions found myself rushing to get to my next appointment. Note to self: don’t plan too many meetings in one day and pace yourself. It’s easy to get busy in Amsterdam. Even as I walked around the city with no time restraints I found myself rushing. It was an interesting observation. Well, I guess the question would be whether I was actually rushing, or just flowing with the people traffic?

So Amsterdam was good. I was so glad to have gone down for that short time. It was so worth it. I look to moving there with excitement and peace. Excitement to walk in what is in my heart and be a part of brining Light to that city and people. Peace that I am in the right place. It’s so good to rest in God’s peace.

And I kept feeling God say: “It’s good and it’s right to be in Amsterdam”. And I agree. It’s good and right that I will be moving to Amsterdam.

But moving will be end of January. Before that there’s Kansas City. And oh, of course, Christmas- which is tomorrow already. I’d better get some sleep.

Did I mention that I love Christmas?

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