Part of my heart is in the windows of Amsterdam. The windows of the Red Light Districts. Although not the windows per se, but the women each of those windows represent. Women whose identity is “everlastingly loved by God and beautifully created by Him”, and being daughters, sisters, wives, mothers, friends. Women who are not “prostitutes” because their occupation doesn’t define them. It’s been three years since the women in those windows were part of my every day. Three years since I got on a plane with a ton of luggage, making yet another move towards what is now home here in Norway. This seems to be the month of walking down memory lane, and so I figure I might as well take little walk through the streets of Amsterdam... Some windows are empty; representing women who were but are no longer in them. Women who have taken steps and are now living lives of dignity, bringing life instead of slowly dying on the inside. Some windows remind me of the times when I was invited into ...
Life is a journey full of weird and interesting experiences. As the years go by, what was once new and different, has become part of the ordinary and usual. And those things which once brought amazement, no longer catch my attention. So instead of letting the new and exciting fade into nothing, I want to try to capture and keep some of these moments.