Spise means “eat” in Norsk (Norwegian). And they like to do that. In fact, they have four meals a day. Breakfast, which is usually cereal or bread with something on it. Then lunch, which is light and again probably bread with spread or some cheese, or maybe the same toppings but on Wasa crackers (stolen from their neighbor, Sweden). Continue reading
I’ve been in Norway for about 5 1/2 days. My impressions so far:
Bottle of Coke: 15 – 25 krones (between $3 and $5)
Individual sized pizza: 98 krones ( $18 )
Learning Norwegian: Every ounce of my pride
Seeing this view every time I walk out of the house: Priceless.
Obviously, there’s a lot more to Norway and my impressions of it than that. But it’s crazy expensive, the language is crazy hard (and sounds like they’re singing all the time), and the countryside is crazy beautiful. So far, I am really glad I’m here. I’ll write more later!
I just wanted to say that leaving this time is really different than leaving last time. Last October when I went to Australia, I was like, “Peace, yo.” I was so ready to fly off the edge of my nest and land right side up Down Under. This time, I’m so sad. I’ll be going about my preparations and feel a heaviness in my chest and think, “What’s wrong with me? Why am I not excited?” Oh yeah. Because I’m leaving family and friends for a long freaking time. And this time I know exactly how it feels to be so far away from them.
Sometimes I think I’m a wanderer with the heart of a homebody.
“Not all who wander are lost.”
I feel that tonight (ahem…this morning) on the eve of my departure for another drawn-out adventure/quest thing, I must draw attention to my blog’s tagline. I thought of this, one of my favorite quotes, today while eating lunch with my mom. We were talking about career choices and things like that, and she mentioned that she used to tell friends that she has two daughters who are teachers and one who is a nurse. Now, she says, “My daughter, the teacher” (that would be Sarah); “My daughter, the nurse” (Rachel); and “My daughter, the wanderer” (that would be me.) Ouch. It sucks when I realize all over again how very irresponsible my lifestyle looks to some. And yet, to me, it seems quite purposeful. Crazy, yes. Scary (especially right now), yes. Aimless? Never. Continue reading
“Those who grow, grow through either a crisis or a quest.”
“Hallowed Be Thy Name(s) Part 1″
Tom was talking about people who grow in their faith, grow in intimacy with God. Last night, after saying the above words, he went on to point out how crisis sometimes pushes a person to seek God harder, to cling to Him tighter. Sometimes it severs the last frayed rope tying them to the dock, letting them drift unmoored into the storm that’s raging.
But what I was thinking was that I’m glad these past couple years have been a series of quests, instead of crises. Continue reading
My amazing future brother-in-law, Daniel, helped me figure this out. If you guys ever want to support me financially during my time with YWAM in Norway, you can do so with your credit card by using the donate button on my side bar. It’s through PayPal, so it’s super easy and secure! This is what the button looks like (this one is functional too):
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