Amsterdam and Beyond
“Down in the valley, valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.”
I should be at home right now, compiling my grades for parent-teacher conferences, but instead I snatched my laptop and sneaked off to a coffee shop for some much needed reflection time. Life seems to be moving like a rapid-flowing river these days, never standing still long enough for me to stop and ponder anything, and I find I must purposefully steer my little canoe in the direction of some quiet and still waters.
Tomorrow morning I will rise early and go to the airport, and there I will greet my beloved sister, who is flying in with her husband. This is the first time that my two worlds will meet, and while I have been nothing but excited up to this point, I now find myself with a few butterflies in my stomach. This is the big sister I have always looked up to, and no matter how old I get, there is always the little girl in me that wants her to be proud of me. When I was younger, I would come home with a new outfit and say, “What do you think? Do you like it?” hoping the answer would be yes. And if it was, I felt like queen of the world. Her encouragement throughout this past year of my life has been so important to me. When my sister believes in me, I feel like I can do anything. That’s what’s so great about her… she always believes in me, and that’s why showing her “my Prague world” is so significant. And truth be told, even though I already know she is, I still want her to be proud of me.
More to come about the long-awaited visit on my next blog.
This past weekend, I was in Amsterdam, and I will leave you with a few snapshots of my time there. One of the highlights of this trip was being able to see the “Corrie Ten Boom House” in Haarlem with my friends. Corrie Ten Boom, as you may know, is the amazing lady who helped protect Jews during World War II by hiding them in her home. Her story has really inspired me, and though she had to suffer in a concentration camp, she has used her experience for the glory of God, and has traveled the world sharing the Good News of Jesus Christ. We went to her house on April 15th, and on the tour we learned that she was born on April 15th and she passed away on April 15th. My jaw just about dropped to the floor when I realized we were there the same day… anyway, it was one of those special little gifts from God.
Well, it's time I go home and really get to work on my grades, so back into my canoe I go, traveling down the ever-flowing river. As always, thank you for sitting with me for a while.
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, love, hear the wind blow
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.”
I should be at home right now, compiling my grades for parent-teacher conferences, but instead I snatched my laptop and sneaked off to a coffee shop for some much needed reflection time. Life seems to be moving like a rapid-flowing river these days, never standing still long enough for me to stop and ponder anything, and I find I must purposefully steer my little canoe in the direction of some quiet and still waters.
Tomorrow morning I will rise early and go to the airport, and there I will greet my beloved sister, who is flying in with her husband. This is the first time that my two worlds will meet, and while I have been nothing but excited up to this point, I now find myself with a few butterflies in my stomach. This is the big sister I have always looked up to, and no matter how old I get, there is always the little girl in me that wants her to be proud of me. When I was younger, I would come home with a new outfit and say, “What do you think? Do you like it?” hoping the answer would be yes. And if it was, I felt like queen of the world. Her encouragement throughout this past year of my life has been so important to me. When my sister believes in me, I feel like I can do anything. That’s what’s so great about her… she always believes in me, and that’s why showing her “my Prague world” is so significant. And truth be told, even though I already know she is, I still want her to be proud of me.
More to come about the long-awaited visit on my next blog.
This past weekend, I was in Amsterdam, and I will leave you with a few snapshots of my time there. One of the highlights of this trip was being able to see the “Corrie Ten Boom House” in Haarlem with my friends. Corrie Ten Boom, as you may know, is the amazing lady who helped protect Jews during World War II by hiding them in her home. Her story has really inspired me, and though she had to suffer in a concentration camp, she has used her experience for the glory of God, and has traveled the world sharing the Good News of Jesus Christ. We went to her house on April 15th, and on the tour we learned that she was born on April 15th and she passed away on April 15th. My jaw just about dropped to the floor when I realized we were there the same day… anyway, it was one of those special little gifts from God.
Well, it's time I go home and really get to work on my grades, so back into my canoe I go, traveling down the ever-flowing river. As always, thank you for sitting with me for a while.
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