I can feel the very
slight chill in the air coming in from the open veranda door here in my old
apartment in the centre of Amsterdam. Outside I can spot the trees starting to
turn yellow, and the grand oude kerk
church building is stood strong as it has for hundreds of years. There is the
familiar bustle of people talking, bike bells ringing, and the occasional
motorbike whizzing by. It makes me smile. I am back for a long weekend in
Amsterdam. My first time visiting rather than living here, and it’s wonderful
to have a little break in the settling into life in Norway.
I’ve been looking
forward to this trip for a while. Mostly seeing familiar faces and having time
with dear friends. I love this city, but I have come to realise it’s mostly
about the people; they are the ones I come to visit and then the stunning
buildings and quaint cafes are a bonus.
Yesterday I went along
for the Friday outreach. Oh, how my heart was filled up again with love and
passion. Seeing a dear friend who was cooking her “simple” (but to us gourmet)
dinner with chicken and mashed potatoes. Having time of fellowship and prayer
and talking about big issues which aren’t big compared to God. And getting to
go visit a few of the women who still need to take that step of shutting the
door to their window and never returning. “Next time come earlier so we can
have some more time!” one of them exclaimed when I came to see her. Next
time... the reality of it being merely a visit is so real, yet my heart is full
again of such a love and passion, hoping that maybe my next visit be with her
not in a window but somewhere else, hearing the testimony of how she left this
chapter of her life. I am so thankful for the team that continues reaching out
to these precious women. Because it’s not about me reaching out, it’s about the
women being reached with love and dignity. About someone walking alongside them
and giving them courage to hope that there is a way out, and that a life in
dignity is possible, for them as well!
As I was going to
sleep last night I realised that my heart felt so full. Full of God. Full of
His heart. Full of thankfulness for giving me the gift of friendships with
people at different places in their journeys.
The church bells are
chiming as they do a few times an hour, and I am at peace. In a bit I’m off to
have coffee with a friend. I am looking forward to the days ahead. Days of
enjoying friends and the city and getting to just “be” in the moment and get my
heart recharged with the familiar.