My Rule of Life

“My surprise!” one of our girls cried when she came into the kitchen. She held 25 cm of her hair in her hand, which was obviously not connected to her head anymore, The soup was at boiling point and even I became speechless for a few minutes. After that we did have a little conversation about the usefulness of communication.

The Chosen One

Ouch, was what I thought when I hit the ground with a sudden thump after they removed me from my roots. Strong hands dragged me into a car and took me to a cold, gray parking…

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Grandma's crochet

When I was fifteen years old, my grandma gave me this lovely handmade bookmark. It travels with me always because it is in my Bible. I got the idea to make another one, but that…

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A ten-year journey

It is ten years ago these weeks that we moved to Horsley’s Green in England. “You start a journey in faith” is what Sjaak van Kleef told us during the WoW (Windows on Wycliffe) course.…

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Laundry lines

On a walk through Bor I captured quite a few laundrylines. I promised to post it after I had finished my own pile of laundry. All I can say is, that it was a real…

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