Kategorie: Nuusbriewe uit Madagaskar

Almost time for me to go home…as in Madagascar home. One more flight to go. I am writing while I wait on Bole airport in Addis Ababa. Time is really going slowly now.

My week in Paris was just an amazing experience. I think my mouth did hang open for a moment like the rest of the people around me when I saw the Eiffel Tower for the first time. From up close, it just looks like a pile of rusted iron, but that is just between us. Alice’s first question was whether I went to the top. Sorry people, my sensitivity to heights made me break out in a sweat just looking all the way to the top. Versailles was another highlight; so much history…so much gold. In this case, all that glitttered, was really gold.

The devotional times at the Bundescamp in the mornings, built up to that moment of asking us whether we were ready to accept the challenge of being sent and used by God. You might wonder why this was so significant to me as Dries and I have been in the mission field for years. It has never been straightforward nor easy, but we were never uncertain of the fact that we were called to Madagascar. The last two years were so challenging; the probable closure of the school on Nosy Be and the constant shortage of funds to keep going. The long time apart did add to our asking the Lord whether our time in Nosy Be is coming to an end. When the solution to keep going with the school came in the form of starting with less than we had the first time, I could not get my head around the fact that we will have to once again ‘start from scratch’.