windmills and prostitutes

The flight into Amsterdam was tough... I arrived at 8am on Tuesday and hadn't slept since Saturday night! It was the smallest plane Ive ever flown on internationally and I was in a middle seat, which on one side of me may I add, was a lady who did not mind in the least of falling asleep on me. I had been feeling anxious since I left so my lack of sleep didn't help. We were greeted off the plane by a lovely dutch family. Imkia, who did Fire in the Night a few years back, warmed me with her smile and instant love for me. The two hour car ride to her village was full of sheep, cows, windmills and seas stretching as far as the eye could see. Every once in awhile we would pass by a canal transferring old wooden sailing boats or fisherman on their way to some new catches for Friday's weekly fish market.

As we made our way into Leeuwarden, the beautiful country side met the brick streets and quaint shops right along side its brothels. The ashes flow onto the beauty of this country and deception infiltrates it all. Tolerance is just a mask keeping us from knowing that there is only one truth. It keeps us complacent and numb to true holiness and righteousness. Jesus, let us know You, experience You, the epitome of Truth. Only when we are purified to see You will we be able to live the way we are created to live.

It's now 10:45pm and the sun is just now setting as the last of the bicycles make their way home. Tomorrow we are going into Amsterdam for the day. The bit of anxiety Ive felt since I left has subsided through talking to good friends and being in the prayer room via the wonderful webstream :)