miss you.
off to the acropolis after 28 hours of travel to get to Athens from Bucharest.
Having left Romania: my heart is full for the sweet children there. my stomach is full (still) from the meals the Duta's fed us. I want to practice hospitality having been shown so much.
More to come.
God be with you.
Audrey
06 April 2007
29 March 2007
25 March 2007
brief
Would you walk that path with me? I'd like for you to.I am registered now to take some classes. Third year. That's odd. I'll be learning, among other things of course, how to rest and relax. Hooray for hps.
I am also about to leave for a month of travel away from Maastricht, farther away from you than I've been yet. A small group of us will travel to Bucharest, Romania via Budapest, Hungary this Friday after exams. We'll be spending time with 'His Little Ones,' which is a ministry encompasing four Romanian orphanages. I am praying that we'll be an encouragement to the workers who are spending their lives to love the least of these, to love Jesus, and also that we'll be able to love the little ones well. From Romania we'll train to Athens where we'll spend a few days before ferrying to southern Italy. We hope to visit Naples, Rome, Florence, and Venice before continuing on to Barcelona.
Then we'll go home. Then we'll go home. Then, someday, we'll go Home. You know? Maastricht first, then Texas, then Home. All three will be sweet.
It's been good to see some of your faces over the past week. Oh, sweet skype.
confident that He who began a good work
will be faithful to complete it:
"For both He who sanctifies and those who are being sanctified are all of one, for which reason He is not ashamed to call them brethren." (Hebrews 2:11) Really? Incredible.
19 March 2007
skiing? no.
paragliding? yes.
I'm back from the land of the switzer without any idea what a switzer is. It's a bit embarrasing, really.
Papers due this week. Exams next week. Finals are over in 10 days.
What classes should I take? That's the question of the day. I register tomorrow.
There are indeed other things on my mind besides school work. I know it doesn't seem so.
More to come...
love
I'm back from the land of the switzer without any idea what a switzer is. It's a bit embarrasing, really.
Papers due this week. Exams next week. Finals are over in 10 days.
What classes should I take? That's the question of the day. I register tomorrow.
There are indeed other things on my mind besides school work. I know it doesn't seem so.
More to come...
love
13 March 2007
hello
I really enjoy rainy and sunny days and bicycles. especially fury.
light up, light up
as if you had a choice
even when you cannot hear my voice
i'll be right beside you, dear - Run, Snow Patrol
I spent last weekend in Edinburgh with Courtney Micksch. It looked like this.
She taught me to say 'quite,' 'kisses,' 'cheers,' and such. English and Scottish folks are quite fun. Her company was refreshing and I really enjoyed talking with a friend about friends and about life. It was good. Arthur's seat was good. Mostly indescribable, but it was windy, had plush grass, and had clear views of the sea and the city. Geez Louise. (Funny..I met a Louise this weekend.)
God is beautiful. Silly things this weekend were unexpectedly educational. I like that. So, thank you Courtney Micksch.I prayed for a new idea and had one. I'm inspired to write the 18 pages that are due next week in the form of one Comparative European Literature paper and one Comparative European Politics Essay. I haven't started. But I'm inspired.
I miss you people in Juarez this week and pray and hope for you often. I pray and hope for all of you Wacos and family often.
Leaving for Switzerland on Thursday. Alps here I come. Skiing? We'll see. The Bollywood Dance Workout video made my week and I haven't even seen it. But I will.
05 March 2007
a quick adendum
I am learning so much because I am here.
I am so grateful to God that I am here. I am so grateful for the sacrifices mom and dad and others have made to allow me to be here and learn and see what I am learning and seeing. I didn't mean to downplay how much I love being here by that last post. Thank you dad. Thank you mom. I love being here this semester.
I am so grateful to God that I am here. I am so grateful for the sacrifices mom and dad and others have made to allow me to be here and learn and see what I am learning and seeing. I didn't mean to downplay how much I love being here by that last post. Thank you dad. Thank you mom. I love being here this semester.
'Tracy is my favorite person ever in life no questions asked'
I realized the other day I could get Alzheimer's. I could get old, it's almost guaranteed that I will in fact (barring some weird Tuck Everlasting-esque experience), and forget what I've seen here. I could forget Prague's Old Town Square and how the Estates Theatre looks and how I felt in prayer to the Father during the Czech church service. I could lose every bit of memorabilia I've accumulated- the pictures, the material evidence of a trip to europe. I could forget and I could lose and somehow it doesn't make me frantic to see more, frantic to remember. I'm grateful for what I'm seeing. I'll be glad to see more over the next month and a half. But it won't last. And it's okay.
'But store up for yourself treasures in heaven where moth and rust do not destroy, and where theives do not break in and steal.' matthew6:20
The prayers, the acts of kindness, the resolve to live in humility will last because He's faithful and rewards those who earnestly seek Him.
Seek Him.
p.s. I went to the Czech Stop's mother country. And I didn't eat a single kolache.
'But store up for yourself treasures in heaven where moth and rust do not destroy, and where theives do not break in and steal.' matthew6:20
The prayers, the acts of kindness, the resolve to live in humility will last because He's faithful and rewards those who earnestly seek Him.
Seek Him.
p.s. I went to the Czech Stop's mother country. And I didn't eat a single kolache.
27 February 2007
'Three cheers for the greatest guitarist on Grafton Street. Hip hip hooray!'
Well, hello.
I feel silly apologizing for not writing these past several days. I know that making that apology presumes a readership that checks this site often enough to notice my lack of posts. However, I am sorry for keeping you in the dark, even if you were unaware or apathetic of the dark. That concludes my (silly and presumptuous) opening comments.
During the school break for carnival last week, I saw some of Ireland. I saw Green. It was nice to my eyes. We flew to Dublin, day-tripped to Wicklow, then moved on to Kilkenny. I hardly know what to say. Dubliners were friendly. I was going to spend the entire four days in St. Stephen's Green, but they close the park 20 minutes before sunset.
We celebrated Aubrey's birthday. 'She's not like other girls, she's (was, rather) a birthday girl.' Aubrey Wilson is a lovely lady and travelling friend. Aubrey has basically been Patience and is a peace-maker always. Three cheers for the greatest Aubrey on Harcourt Street. Hip hip hooray!
We climbed a large hill in Wicklow. I don't know how to put words to the beauty of the view from the top of it. I haven't ever wanted so badly to be able to fly. Ever.
Kilkenny was so good to us, and better than we thought. It was like the underdog of Ireland, and it won the championship. When we arrived most everything went wrong. While we were eating dinner and trying to amend plans for the next few days we prayed for God to direct us and keep us from discouragement and frustration. Then Anne sat down. Anne and Michael are a couple from California who are living at the hostel, the Folksrath Castle, this winter and helping Jack with management. Anne, after giving us more advice than we would have known how to ask for about touring the area, offered to drive us herself to visit a few places that were inaccesible by train or bus. Really? Really. Praise God. So, she drove us a ways outside of the city where we walked through the ruins of a 12th? century priory and then also through a monastery and cemetary. I don't know that the memory of those places will ever leave me. I hope it won't. The monastery, especially, was steeped in silence from years of prayer and thought and study of God and I was so encouraged to walk there.
Now it's exam week.
A friend of mine who is overseas at the moment e-mailed a reminded that I wanted to pass on. He says, "Still, there is always the cross...and there is someone who hangs upon it. If we walk the road we have been called to walk, death is certain: death to some desires, death to some relationships, and perhaps even to our very lives. Still, what other promise is there greater than that of resurrection and His Kingdom? He is worthy." Thank you, Jim. Thank you, Jesus.
This is close to awfully long, but I have one more story. On Saturday night we were sitting in a Dublin train station. We were hungry and were facing a bakery that was closing. The ladies started throwing away sandwiches from the refrigerator, but turned to us and asked if we'd like any of them for free. We said yes and thank you. When we started eating Bethy told us that she had been worried about her declining bank account and the expenses as we travelled. She asked God to make her more dependent on Him for every need, and to show her practically how He provides. He did.
God be with you:
Audrey.
I feel silly apologizing for not writing these past several days. I know that making that apology presumes a readership that checks this site often enough to notice my lack of posts. However, I am sorry for keeping you in the dark, even if you were unaware or apathetic of the dark. That concludes my (silly and presumptuous) opening comments.
During the school break for carnival last week, I saw some of Ireland. I saw Green. It was nice to my eyes. We flew to Dublin, day-tripped to Wicklow, then moved on to Kilkenny. I hardly know what to say. Dubliners were friendly. I was going to spend the entire four days in St. Stephen's Green, but they close the park 20 minutes before sunset.
We celebrated Aubrey's birthday. 'She's not like other girls, she's (was, rather) a birthday girl.' Aubrey Wilson is a lovely lady and travelling friend. Aubrey has basically been Patience and is a peace-maker always. Three cheers for the greatest Aubrey on Harcourt Street. Hip hip hooray!
We climbed a large hill in Wicklow. I don't know how to put words to the beauty of the view from the top of it. I haven't ever wanted so badly to be able to fly. Ever.
Kilkenny was so good to us, and better than we thought. It was like the underdog of Ireland, and it won the championship. When we arrived most everything went wrong. While we were eating dinner and trying to amend plans for the next few days we prayed for God to direct us and keep us from discouragement and frustration. Then Anne sat down. Anne and Michael are a couple from California who are living at the hostel, the Folksrath Castle, this winter and helping Jack with management. Anne, after giving us more advice than we would have known how to ask for about touring the area, offered to drive us herself to visit a few places that were inaccesible by train or bus. Really? Really. Praise God. So, she drove us a ways outside of the city where we walked through the ruins of a 12th? century priory and then also through a monastery and cemetary. I don't know that the memory of those places will ever leave me. I hope it won't. The monastery, especially, was steeped in silence from years of prayer and thought and study of God and I was so encouraged to walk there.
Now it's exam week.
A friend of mine who is overseas at the moment e-mailed a reminded that I wanted to pass on. He says, "Still, there is always the cross...and there is someone who hangs upon it. If we walk the road we have been called to walk, death is certain: death to some desires, death to some relationships, and perhaps even to our very lives. Still, what other promise is there greater than that of resurrection and His Kingdom? He is worthy." Thank you, Jim. Thank you, Jesus.
This is close to awfully long, but I have one more story. On Saturday night we were sitting in a Dublin train station. We were hungry and were facing a bakery that was closing. The ladies started throwing away sandwiches from the refrigerator, but turned to us and asked if we'd like any of them for free. We said yes and thank you. When we started eating Bethy told us that she had been worried about her declining bank account and the expenses as we travelled. She asked God to make her more dependent on Him for every need, and to show her practically how He provides. He did.
God be with you:
Audrey.
16 February 2007
Oh, dear.
In other words: I lost a beloved notebook today on a train.
Sad day.
There goes a lovely (copied, thank goodness) picture of my grandma, all evidence that there once was fall in Waco, the month of October, my coffee klatch reminder, most written memories thus far on the trip, and the other decorations on and contents of the moleskine.
Some good came out of it. An hour long trip out of my way in an attempt to retrieve it = time to stare out the window at Dutch country. Turns out the wood from 'The Magician's Nephew' is actually somewhere between Herleen and Maastricht. I saw it, though only for a moment, just as I imagined it to be when reading the book last summer. Also, as this was my first time in awhile to misplace something not inherently valuable but very much so to me, I was pretty starkly apprehended with the thought of the grief of our Father for His lost children, and His desire for their return home. My loss is miniscule, really.
Love
You Know Who
Sad day.
There goes a lovely (copied, thank goodness) picture of my grandma, all evidence that there once was fall in Waco, the month of October, my coffee klatch reminder, most written memories thus far on the trip, and the other decorations on and contents of the moleskine.
Some good came out of it. An hour long trip out of my way in an attempt to retrieve it = time to stare out the window at Dutch country. Turns out the wood from 'The Magician's Nephew' is actually somewhere between Herleen and Maastricht. I saw it, though only for a moment, just as I imagined it to be when reading the book last summer. Also, as this was my first time in awhile to misplace something not inherently valuable but very much so to me, I was pretty starkly apprehended with the thought of the grief of our Father for His lost children, and His desire for their return home. My loss is miniscule, really.
Love
You Know Who
13 February 2007
Oh, dear. In other words the window is open and it is lovely out.
I'm home from Paris. Home is a relative term here. I feel removed from two already. Maastricht has become the third for a time and I like it as such.
Well. The Sacre Coeur is one of the more beautiful churches I've ever seen and is on a hill. Like a city on a hill. Visiting the churches around here is beneficial for multiple reasons: the architecture and the art work is stunning, really- it's incredible- and gives definition, more than normal buildings, to the grandeur, the beauty, the majesty of God. I am also compelled, when visiting these churches, to pray that the body of Christ be built up in a place where indifference to the Creator seems prevalent.
The Seine and Notre Dame are most worth seeing when so few do- at sunrise. Chocolate crepes are dangerous to my health. I like them too much. I need a friend. I need Jesus. Need for Him is a reality, so I'm learning to enjoy feeling it.
I miss you, and I'm
off to read James Joyce's "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,"
Audrey
Well. The Sacre Coeur is one of the more beautiful churches I've ever seen and is on a hill. Like a city on a hill. Visiting the churches around here is beneficial for multiple reasons: the architecture and the art work is stunning, really- it's incredible- and gives definition, more than normal buildings, to the grandeur, the beauty, the majesty of God. I am also compelled, when visiting these churches, to pray that the body of Christ be built up in a place where indifference to the Creator seems prevalent.
The Seine and Notre Dame are most worth seeing when so few do- at sunrise. Chocolate crepes are dangerous to my health. I like them too much. I need a friend. I need Jesus. Need for Him is a reality, so I'm learning to enjoy feeling it.
I miss you, and I'm
off to read James Joyce's "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man,"
Audrey
08 February 2007
the view from my window
My winter hat and scarf, which have mourned their inactivity in various Texas closets and their use in unworthy weather, will realize their full potential today. It is snowing in Maastricht. It's not at all like sleet-snow. It is snow and it looks like peace, and I will be in it before too long. Class comes first.
Classes have started this week. I am taking two political science classes with Dr. Waltman, who is a dear man and wonderful professor and our trip sponsor. Dutch Art History began yesterday and I don't really know what to say about it just yet. Our professor has studied in nearly all of Western Europe and done archaeological digs throughout the Middle East. She speaks seven languages. She is a bit intimidating, but I'm excited for the new subject of study. I've never taken art history. As my Comparative European Lit professor broke his arm and is having surgery this week(?) that class won't meet for another two weeks. Sorry. I mean, I'm sorry for him, and also sorry that those might be boring details for you.
We had our first Bible study last night, twenty of us or so, and looked at James 1. I enjoy, more than I enjoy a lot of things, talking about Scripture with other people and hearing their insights, hearing what the Holy Spirit has revealed to them about the passage. We need community. If there were no other reason, and there are plenty, that it is right for us to be the body of Christ it seems enough that we gain more understanding about the Word through others. I miss yellow house lifegroup. I'm glad for life and group meetings here.
If anyone wants to meet me at the Eiffel Tower, this is the weekend to do it. Mom- if you're reading this- don't worry, I left your black coat at home.
I'll leave you with this.
"But if any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all generously and without reproach, and it will be given to him." James 1:5
au revoir,
peace,
audrey
04 February 2007
We're not so different
Berlin is bustling.
Berlin is bursting at the seams with diversity and with delicious pastries and with a rich and sometimes tragic history that I've hardly skimmed the surface of, yet I was glad to have seen the place. I was glad that we happened to make it on the weekend we did, as there was a massive community garage sale/outdoor flea market or something of the sort very near our hostel.
We saw a man in a bakery near the train station one evening. He was a bit shaky and obviously unaware of his surroundings. I felt the frailty of my human condition- we are not so different, he and I - and gladness at the sureness that, "though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day." 2 Corinthians 4:16 Praise Jesus.
Audrey
Berlin is bursting at the seams with diversity and with delicious pastries and with a rich and sometimes tragic history that I've hardly skimmed the surface of, yet I was glad to have seen the place. I was glad that we happened to make it on the weekend we did, as there was a massive community garage sale/outdoor flea market or something of the sort very near our hostel.
We saw a man in a bakery near the train station one evening. He was a bit shaky and obviously unaware of his surroundings. I felt the frailty of my human condition- we are not so different, he and I - and gladness at the sureness that, "though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day." 2 Corinthians 4:16 Praise Jesus.
Audrey
01 February 2007
So I am off to Berlin...
That's weird.I am very excited for World Mandate in Waco this weekend. Do you hear me? Very excited. And my brother is going. The excitement probably doubles with that.
More to come,
Tot ziens,
Audrey
28 January 2007
This is a story about a hat and a friend. It will have some tangents.
Last wednesday we left Maastricht for Brussels where we spent a day. I ate waffles with friends in 'grand place.' It was lovely. While there, I purchased a hat. It was an inexpensive black beret. It was nothing out of the ordinary.
The next morning we left Brussels for London. The hat was left behind by accident. I was disappointed.
While in London, we walked a lot. I really enjoyed that part. Truly. I also enjoyed being silly with Tracy (roommate), Aubrey, Bethany, and others. We saw people singing and dancing and acting on a stage at a theatre. Twice. I was a happy girl to have seen Wicked and Les Miserables in one weekend. We- several friends from Baylor and I, that is- also saw truly incredible works of art by people like Van Gogh and Renoir and Degas and others in London's National Gallery. I had read, on the train on the way to London, a book by C.S. Lewis in which he talked about nearness to God. He said that there are two things that could be called nearness to God. "One is likeness to God. God has impressed some sort of likeness to Himself, I suppose, in all that He has made...Secondly, there is what we may call nearness of approach. If this is what we mean, the states in which a man is 'nearest' to God," says Lewis, "are those in which he is most surely and swiftly approaching his final union with God, vision of God and enjoyment of God. And as soon as we distinguish nearness-by-likeness and nearness-of-approach, we see that they do not necessarily coincide. They may or may not." We saw nearness-by-likeness in those paintings. The beauty and care for particular detail that the artists so clearly worked out on canvas reminded me of the beauty and care for particular detail God works out in his creation. It was refreshing. I think encountering new and surprising beautiful things usually is. This nearness-by-likeness made me want the nearness-by-approach even more. While in London we went to evensong at Westminster Abbey. It was still. It was big and safe and quiet. It was so good.
Back to the hat. I had given it up as lost forever, then remembered that it was just left in our hotel room. On the way back from London, earlier today, we had a stop over in Brussels for about an hour. This would barely be enough time to make it to our hotel and back with the hat in hand. I couldn't go on my own. Roommate Tracy, without thinking about it twice, dropped her bags and walked quickly slash ran with me back to the hotel to retrieve my (inexpensive and 'nothing out of the ordinary') hat. The people working at the front desk laughed at us and talked about us in French? Dutch? because it was obvious by our flushed cheeks and hard breathing that we had run and were after something that seemed miniscule. It was a blessing that a friend would take a goal of mine as her own and run, and sweat, and be ridiculed for it without considering it a burden. I am praying for opportunities to be this kind of friend. If it means running to a hotel again, so be it, but in daily challenges and failures and hardships I want to be a person who bears the burdens of other in kindness, who suffers long and is kind. I want to be like someone I know. I want to be like Love.
"Love suffers long and is kind." 1 Corinthians 13:4
Audrey
The next morning we left Brussels for London. The hat was left behind by accident. I was disappointed.
While in London, we walked a lot. I really enjoyed that part. Truly. I also enjoyed being silly with Tracy (roommate), Aubrey, Bethany, and others. We saw people singing and dancing and acting on a stage at a theatre. Twice. I was a happy girl to have seen Wicked and Les Miserables in one weekend. We- several friends from Baylor and I, that is- also saw truly incredible works of art by people like Van Gogh and Renoir and Degas and others in London's National Gallery. I had read, on the train on the way to London, a book by C.S. Lewis in which he talked about nearness to God. He said that there are two things that could be called nearness to God. "One is likeness to God. God has impressed some sort of likeness to Himself, I suppose, in all that He has made...Secondly, there is what we may call nearness of approach. If this is what we mean, the states in which a man is 'nearest' to God," says Lewis, "are those in which he is most surely and swiftly approaching his final union with God, vision of God and enjoyment of God. And as soon as we distinguish nearness-by-likeness and nearness-of-approach, we see that they do not necessarily coincide. They may or may not." We saw nearness-by-likeness in those paintings. The beauty and care for particular detail that the artists so clearly worked out on canvas reminded me of the beauty and care for particular detail God works out in his creation. It was refreshing. I think encountering new and surprising beautiful things usually is. This nearness-by-likeness made me want the nearness-by-approach even more. While in London we went to evensong at Westminster Abbey. It was still. It was big and safe and quiet. It was so good.
Back to the hat. I had given it up as lost forever, then remembered that it was just left in our hotel room. On the way back from London, earlier today, we had a stop over in Brussels for about an hour. This would barely be enough time to make it to our hotel and back with the hat in hand. I couldn't go on my own. Roommate Tracy, without thinking about it twice, dropped her bags and walked quickly slash ran with me back to the hotel to retrieve my (inexpensive and 'nothing out of the ordinary') hat. The people working at the front desk laughed at us and talked about us in French? Dutch? because it was obvious by our flushed cheeks and hard breathing that we had run and were after something that seemed miniscule. It was a blessing that a friend would take a goal of mine as her own and run, and sweat, and be ridiculed for it without considering it a burden. I am praying for opportunities to be this kind of friend. If it means running to a hotel again, so be it, but in daily challenges and failures and hardships I want to be a person who bears the burdens of other in kindness, who suffers long and is kind. I want to be like someone I know. I want to be like Love.
"Love suffers long and is kind." 1 Corinthians 13:4
Audrey
22 January 2007
Dank u for flying Continental.
I am here. I am safe. I am grateful to God that I am here and safe and keenly aware that He heard my mom and others' prayers for the safety of our trip to Maastricht and answered faithfully.
All nine hours of the flight to Amsterdam went really well. Praise God I was able to get nearly 6 hours of sleep over the atlantic and also make new friends from among our group of about 40 students. Our flight was followed by a scenic bus drive straight through the Netherlands. For the beauty of the earth...
I'm needing the grace of God not to be awkward. Try not to laugh. You could pray that I regain some semblance of normality, in fact. I really haven't been in a social situation like this one in awhile. I know so few people, and the ones I know, I don't know well, so I'm struggling to be myself and make conversation in order to get to know everyone. I just need to be humbled and depend on Jesus so I can love and encourage people well.
Praying for unity among the body of Christ in Waco,
Hoping that you all will not forget me,
Sure that the God of hope will fill you with
all joy and peace as you trust in Him,
Audrey
There is none besides [Him],
perfect in power, in love, and purity
All nine hours of the flight to Amsterdam went really well. Praise God I was able to get nearly 6 hours of sleep over the atlantic and also make new friends from among our group of about 40 students. Our flight was followed by a scenic bus drive straight through the Netherlands. For the beauty of the earth...
I'm needing the grace of God not to be awkward. Try not to laugh. You could pray that I regain some semblance of normality, in fact. I really haven't been in a social situation like this one in awhile. I know so few people, and the ones I know, I don't know well, so I'm struggling to be myself and make conversation in order to get to know everyone. I just need to be humbled and depend on Jesus so I can love and encourage people well.
Praying for unity among the body of Christ in Waco,
Hoping that you all will not forget me,
Sure that the God of hope will fill you with
all joy and peace as you trust in Him,
Audrey
There is none besides [Him],
perfect in power, in love, and purity
15 January 2007
Waco, Tx
Melting ice makes me think of Narnia and the coming spring. I'm glad for it.
I'm home in Waco this weekend, saying good-bye to dear friends. I'm going home to Arlington tomorrow to pack and say good-bye to dear family. Are you catching a theme? I am and it's a difficult one.
I am glad you are reading this. The reason I write is that I'm studying in the Netherlands this semester. This means I am going on an adventure that I've been looking forward to for some time. But being 5,000 miles away also means, unfortunately, that talking about life with the people I so love talking about life with will be made more difficult. I'm determined that it not be impossible, though, so I will post here what I'm doing in my time overseas and what I'm thinking about you all and what I'm praying for you all and for my new friends. Then you will comment or e-mail me to let me know what's going on with you. It will be lovely and we will all learn to love electronic communication together. Mmhm. I think that's the way it is going to go.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, goodbye.
Audrey
Post Script: Skype, anyone? I'd love to know if you have it. I'd love for you to get it if you don't have it. I'd love it if we could talk via skype.
I'm home in Waco this weekend, saying good-bye to dear friends. I'm going home to Arlington tomorrow to pack and say good-bye to dear family. Are you catching a theme? I am and it's a difficult one.
I am glad you are reading this. The reason I write is that I'm studying in the Netherlands this semester. This means I am going on an adventure that I've been looking forward to for some time. But being 5,000 miles away also means, unfortunately, that talking about life with the people I so love talking about life with will be made more difficult. I'm determined that it not be impossible, though, so I will post here what I'm doing in my time overseas and what I'm thinking about you all and what I'm praying for you all and for my new friends. Then you will comment or e-mail me to let me know what's going on with you. It will be lovely and we will all learn to love electronic communication together. Mmhm. I think that's the way it is going to go.
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, goodbye.
Audrey
Post Script: Skype, anyone? I'd love to know if you have it. I'd love for you to get it if you don't have it. I'd love it if we could talk via skype.
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