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When an exceptional spring day brings me to the nations.

I am lying in my bright orange hammock (from IKEA) on my veranda this evening, with the gentle rocking bringing a peace, and the cup of Earl safely placed on a little stool by my side. I am pondering this day. An exceptional spring day here in Norway, although the past week has been like this climate wise- and we are not complaining.

Today was exceptional both because we’ve had 26 degrees (Celsius) heat, but also being Sunday, it provided a welcome opportunity to head out to the beach- my favourite place. My dad and brothers were busy with our cottage... the goal of the day was to move one large window, and put in two more on one of the walls- no small feat. And I had a lovely time hanging out with my mum, nieces and nephews, and sisters-in-law.

Sitting on the beach and enjoying the sunshine brought me back associations of Brazil. In the midst of the craziness of streetkids, and all the chaos they lived in, the beach was always such a place of refuge and refreshing. I remember often spending my day off on the beach, and thinking, “life as a missionary in Brazil isn’t too bad... on a day like this”. And most often it wasn’t bad as such, it just tended to get intense and at times overwhelming. Yet, also so full of the privilege of getting to become as family to those whose family bonds were so frayed.

My 6-year old niece kept insisting I come with her to the “island” (as in a sandbank where the water was more shallow), so I took her hand and ventured into the frigid sea (26 degrees on land doesn’t mean it’s the same in the North Sea). It didn’t take me more than probably a minute (or less) before I decided that my feet would definitely not survive remaining immersed in water at that temperature. I am not sure if I told my niece it was too cold, or simply convinced her it would be “so much more fun to dig a deep hole on the beach, and make our own paddling pool”. Either way, I was quickly back on land. And as I sat and watched her and many others, not only wade into the sea, but also swim and stay there for extended amounts of time, the memory of a cold experience in the North Sea came to mind.

I seem to remember it being early May some years ago, when a dear friend in Amsterdam was getting baptised. And since I’d played an important part in her journey, she decided I would be one of the baptisers. Of course I said “yes”, and I felt so honoured and privileged to be part of this important day for her. And yet, as I pondered the practicalities, I must admit I wasn’t too chuffed at the prospect of having to wade into the North Sea in the Netherlands in May, to a depth where one could baptise an adult. It was a beautiful day. I survived (and so did everyone else), and it was freezing (but nothing a quick change into dry, warm clothes couldn’t fix). And I would have done it again. Seeing my friend’s joy and celebration, and knowing what it meant to her, made it more than worth it.

The end of today, driving home barefoot and relaxing in the gentle rocking of the hammock, reminded me of the part of me that has become a bit Brazilian (wearing flip flops most of the time, meant a lot of barefoot driving, as it’s kind of risky if the flip flop gets stuck while one is driving, and hammocks were a must, and often a welcome alternative to a mattress for sleeping). It also made me think of friends scattered around the globe. Not just in Brazil or Amsterdam, but the USA, Europe, and beyond (it’s hard to keep track sometimes). Friends I wish were closer, because sometimes you just want to have a catch-up over a cuppa, and not be limited to words typed in an email or message, or different time zones.

And so here I sit. I’ve moved from hammock to table (I have yet to acquire the skill of typing efficiently on my laptop while sitting in a hammock). Familiar music is playing on my Spotify, and the air bubbles in my small aquarium create a lovely light feature. My third cup of tea this evening is empty, and I feel so rich. Rich to have had this day of enjoying what feels like Summer. Rich to be a part of a lovely family. Rich to have so many good memories to reflect on. Rich that I have friends I can miss. And rich that I have so very much to be thankful for. And that is what I want to remember to remind myself of on the days that aren’t as this one has been.

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