How do you live with your own broken heart? We all have them and all fear them. We all struggle with our daily brokenness, just as much as we try avoiding it. At least I do. All the time. Pretend... Continue Reading →
There is a fine balance between living by the day and planting a tree for future generations. If you would just live based on today, you wouldn't see a reason to plant that tree. But if you would only live... Continue Reading →
Easter weekend is almost over. These past 4 days went by so fast. Beforehand I was really looking forward to having a couple days of rest. Days to let everything of the first weeks of Uganda life sink in. Yesterday... Continue Reading →
It's Friday. The most special Friday of the year. But also the hardest, most emotional, beautiful and unreachable. Normally I would spend this day at school and then go to church in the evening. I even spend it once walking... Continue Reading →
Work life has now really started. The office has more people walking around again and my tasks are getting more concrete. I will go out into the field this week to, so if there are no more blogs until Saturday,... Continue Reading →
Last week was a week with mixed feelings. Besides spending lots of time at work, it was also a week with goodbyes. In general I like goodbyes to be a bit of celebration. Because I always hope it's a 'see you again', if not here, then in heaven. Yet loss can also be very, very real and too definite. Especially when you haven't had a chance to say goodbye properly.
It's Sunday evening. I am watching Call the Midwife on BBC one. The intro of the series starts with an opening from diary of a midwife. "Chapter 1. Why did I even start this?" It's exactly the thought that I have been having during the past week. I wasn't feeling well, didn't have much energy and didn't really have any inspiration. But this weekend I also saw some special friends that I hadn't seen a long while. Most of them I hadn't seen since I started this blog, but quite a few of them have been following my stories to my surprise. Some asked me how I managed to keep it up. The answer came to me somewhere on the walk through the city. It takes practice. The practice of love and loyalty.
To you. Because you have a story to share. You are worthy. You are beautiful. You are like the page of a book. I can't wait to read what is coming up next. You might have never met me. But I know what gives you joy or what makes you laugh. I know what you are trying to hide or what made you cry the other day. I know why you couldn't sleep last night. I know who you are in love with or who you can't stand at the moment.
I would like to share a story with you. A story that I started reading about a week ago. I've been reading bits and pieces every night in the last week. It's a story that I have known ever since I was a child. A story that triggered my childhood fantasy. A story that inspired me as a young leader. A story that fascinated me from the perspective of being a sister. A story that continues to give me input in making life decisions. So here it is, my own take on a very old story.
