I really LOVE being on the road, downsize our belongings and everything you find important in a few bags and GO! Unpack in a tiny clean, basic apartment and start playing doll house again.. now…
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Fotoblog week 1
Where there are laundrylines, there are people and there is life! Waar waslijnen zijn, daar zijn mensen en daar is leven! …
Facing fear
Most of the time, I trust and know that we are on the right track, moving to Croatia, to support the team working with Roma churches. That is in short the reason why we want…
Some pics around the house (Randwijk)
Last week, when I had to pack and clean our house, I had moments that I got extremely bored. It was such a lovely escape to get over some random pictures around our house in…
…and also some of the women…
The woman who blogged this post, was sitting around our kitchen table this afternoon, here in Croatia. I just thought that it was lovely to share this, because she is talking about women, Roma women,…
Praying moms
Veenendaal, The Netherlands, 2006 The book: “”Every child needs a praying mom”” has been translated in 2006. It was amazingly good sold and in a few weeks lots of mom’s, started a woman prayer-group. I…
Laurens is 4
A small big life event is that Laurens turned four last week and goes to school! Laurens is vorige week vier geworden en gaat nu naar school! Sometimes big… and sometimes small…
Glory to the king!
The wind was rushing through the leaves, while we biked underneath. It was just such an amazingly lovely late spring evening. The sky was bright and an astonishing sunset made the cows in the field…
shooting for pacifists
And I shoot up like a tree of the Libanon!”” Shouts Laurens enthousiastically every Sunday morning. His little hands folded as a pistol throwing him in the air. Laurens is in the shooting stage”.…
changing socks, shoes and ?
It started with wearing different socks, because it was hard to find the same pair of socks. I can imagine. I don’t buy always a pile, but expect the girls to find the same pair.…
Until we meet again….
Tears were dripping down my face, into my lap, I cleaned my face, while I manoeuvred the car through small cute France villages. I needed to have a good view on the road before me.…
The art of receiving.
The smell of rapeseed is coming into my window. And when I look out of it I can just spot the top of the fields who are bringing this nice spring smell. We are in…