I've never been to Europe. It's on my life list. So is apologizing to my high school boyfriend for dumping him on his birthday. John has been to Europe for ten hours while on a layover on a trip to Nigeria once. I'm not sure that counts. I've always dreamt of going to Europe - to see where my parents were born (Holland) and to experience another culture. We considered going before we had kids, but John came down with a nasty itchy rash that wouldn't go away, a serious case of depression and finally, a diagnosis of cancer. So, that dream got pushed aside for awhile and became a whole lot less important to us. However, it never really went away. Every few months we would talk about going - except for in the meantime we started having babies - not that conducive to travelling. We considered taking them out of school to take the trip. However, the timing was never quite right, which brings me to this moment. We bought plane tickets. Tickets to fly from Toronto to Paris on May 9. We have an open return date. We've arranged r.v. exchanges with people there, as we plan to travel through Spain, Italy, France, Holland and Germany. We're excited - because parts of this sound like a wonderful adventure. We're scared, because we're leaving our work, church, school, home, family, friends, familiar culture.......you name it. We're anxious because we're not sure what God has in store for us upon our return home. Our tentative plan is to return at the end of the summer and hopefully settle into a new church and community or to travel in North America for a few months until we are sure of where God wants us to be.
We covet your prayers for our family - that God will guide us, protect us and make His way clear to us.
So, that's one more thing that I'll be able to cross off my life list. Now, if I could only find Jamie's phone number...or maybe he's on facebook.
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