“All my fountains are in You.” – Psalm 87 I wake up every morning reading a Psalm. After going through the Bible from front to back twice, I decided that I would like to explore the Psalms more. So I... Continue Reading →
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.
For a couple days in row I wrote about being a millennial, about friendships, missing people and being scared to commit. Establishing ties with this world is a strange thing. To some extend I will always be a stranger and a pilgrim, I guess. That okay. I've come to terms with never being home completely as long as we are imperfect people in an imperfect world. I would like to finish my weekend and this Sunday with three thoughts and three related Le Petit Prince quotes from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. Bits and pieces of wisdom to give you hope for a new week to come.
Seminars, TED talks, YouTube videos or some other form of leadership input has always fascinated me. I understand that a textbook about biology can be useful or maybe even one with the most common psychological theories. But leadership is such an intangible something. How do you put that in a diagram or explain that in a 20-minute video? Today I went back to a book that I read a couple years ago by John Maxwell. He is a pretty well known leader who has written tons of books on the topic. Even though his input is very digestible and easy to apply in your own context, somewhere deep inside of me I am always a little bit critical. Is it really that easy?
Do you know that feeling? Butterflies in your stomach? I see you all thinking. "Is she in love?" Okay, I'm not in love. Or maybe I am. But I am keeping that information for myself. At least for now. I want to write about a different type of butterflies. The butterflies you get when you wake up after a good night sleep and are motivated for a new day. The butterflies you get when you are starting a new project. The butterflies you get when you finally clean up your room, ready to move to new destinations. The butterflies that I feel when I find my purpose.
Today's picture is a #throwbackthursday one. There really wasn't anything spectacular to photograph about today, other than utter greyness. It's the dark days before Christmas, you know the story. But that doesn't mean there isn't something beautiful in each day. Today's greyness took me back to when I walked in the beautiful sun of spring. In the spring of 2015 I walked a little bit of the Camino de Santiago in Spain. My first Camino experience was one to never forget. I walked with a group of students from all different backgrounds and it was definitely my highlight of my time living in Spain.
It is so dark outside. It is so cold. Even the stars don't shine through the mist tonight. I saw a vague moon when I biked through the December darkness. I only see the stars of wood next to the candle. Reflecting the light instead of being the source.
Today is the first Sunday of Advent. It's a time of waiting, expecting and anticipating until we celebrate the birth of Jesus at Christmas. Exactly at the moment when I couldn't be more frustrated with waiting, that's what a church community world wide is going to do. The new liturgical year starts with a month of waiting. In a way that helps me to put things into perspective. Just at the moment when I am completely done with it, I am confronted with learning to change waiting into expecting.