It's friday morning - the one morning during my workweek where I don't start classes till 9:50. I love this morning. I sleep a little longer, and Johanna gets to play for a while before I drop her off at kindergarten. This is my morning. All other mornings, my husband drops her off, but fridays are mine.
The last week has dissappeared incredibly fast. I spent monday being very tired, recuperating from last weekends conference for leaders for the Nordic Vineyards. We had visitors fram Finland stay with us, and every evening, after the last service, we'd speed home and have coffee and snacks before going to bed. All very fattening indeed, but the conversations we gad were interesting, deep and of very valuable character to Hasse and I, I believe - as we spoke about our God and his power, our thoughts for the immediate future and plans we'd like to make. It was a blessed weekend, although it left us quite sleep derived!
Wednesday I was almost back on track, and very blessed to visit a cluster of small groups in the Copenhagen Vineyard, sharing my thoughts on being called to serve. My dear friend Grace came with me, supporting me the whole evening, which was very needed and much appreciated.
Yesterday went by with work and parent-teacher meetings, and here I sit now, friday mornig over breakfast, recounting the details of my week with you. Well, not all my details - perhaps just an outline.
The fact is, I don't know where time went. This week has dissappeared a little too fast, and while I enjoy the thought of weekend, I wonder why time flies so.
Nevertheless, I wish you all a good weekend. Mine will be filled with a birthday party, friends over for lunch and a lovely sunday service.
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