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It is well

There are busy people and calm people, fast and slow ones. Happy-go-lucky and melancholy people. There are al sorts of people and all sorts of days.

Busy ones and calm ones. Happy and melancholy. Days full of plans, dreams and energy, days that are empty, tired and without vision.

There are people who live in extremes and I might maybe possibly be one of them. If there is a happy day, I am certain that all days will from now on be like that, or I want to make sure they will be. When a slow and visionless day comes along I become instantly depressed and convinced that all days will from now on and henceforth ?always be like that.

If there is one thing I have learned, it is that I have learned not to pay overly much attention to my feelings about it.

Because like in one of my favourite songs…It is well with my soul. It will always well with my soul. Because there is an all consuming presence, it doesn’t swallow me up in uncaring blackness. It covers me, holds me, fills and?loves me.

It is not a nameless and unpersonal force, it is […]

After

After we move to Minnesota everything will be better. After we move back to Belgium I will read my bible every day. After Gabri?l stops waking up at night I will be happier and more rested. After the summer starts we will be more relaxed. When I am older I will be more patient.

When the bread is done baking I will take time to play with Abel.

When I’ve been going to church here for a longer time I will know everybody and then maybe I will be more involved and talk to people and feel more at home. When this day is over I will snap out of my grumpy mood,?when the laundry is caught up and the house is clean I will be more peaceful.

But it is now that counts.

If I don’t take time now, when will it be? If I don’t stop behaving like a 6 year old now, when will I, and how many words will I have said by the time I stop that I will lie awake about in nights to come?

The only after I want to think about is the after this life. The eternity we will spend […]

Pottery

? Yet, O LORD, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of Your hand. Isaiah 64:8

My parents house has a little cellar.

It’s divided into two little rooms. When you come down, you enter the first room, and it looks like most cellars do. Shelves of food, boxes of potatoes and pumpkins, and two freezers.

But to the left there is a door, and when you look through that door, you come to the more unusual part of the cellar. It is my dads workplace. He has a more normal workplace in a shed in the garden, with tools and seeds and such, but this is his pottery workplace. If you can’t find him anywhere and it’s summer, he’ll be somewhere in the garden.

If you can’t find him anywhere and it is winter,? he’s bound to be in his pottery workshop.

I love coming in there and taking a peek. There’s always something interesting to find. Or just to chat with dad while he is working on t

he wheel. Making something new. Sometimes he makes something that I really think very pretty. Then, […]

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