Alps and Remembrance
Hello friends.
So I am going to repeat myself and say yet again that it has been so busy and this week has flown by like all the others. I have had an excellent week. This week's lectures featured the principal of Capernwray Hall in England, Rob Whittaker. He was a great speaker, a man true to his identity in Christ, and not afraid of a few jokes. God has just been revealing more and more to me through everything around me.
Last weekend was travel weekend, and the school hosted a trip to a hut in the Austrian Alps, the trip appropriately named Hut Hut Hike. We were surrounded by amazing mountains and lots of forests of evergreens. Those of us on the trip hiked, knitted, relaxed, played cards and other games, hot tubbed, saunaed, walked, went ice skating in a town a short bus ride away, ate doners, watched movies, and had a generally sweet time.
Every week we have to do memory work. We are given a verse from the school that everyone has to memorize and then we also have to pick a verse of our own and memorize it. Then we have to recite those verses word for words in a translation of our choice. Usually I base my chosen verse off of my experiences with God or what He taught me that week. The weekend I was at the hut, I was so distracted in admiring God's creation that I hardly looked to my bible for personal devotions at all. God was too distracting. And it was great just to sit in His sunshine in His grass on a sloping hill and admire His majestic mountains. That was my devotional for the weekend. Anyway, the verse I chose that weekend for my memory work was most appropriately Psalm 121:1-2, which say:
"I lift up my eyes to the hills --- where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth." Simple but so true, and the mountains reminded me of His beauty and His ever present help in times of trouble.
Tomorrow we are going to the Dachau concentration camp near Munich. I am not sure how I'm going to react, and it sounds strange to say that I am looking forward to it. I am, but at the same time, I'm not. It's a necessary, yet painful remembrance, especially for my generation. The gap between the generations of the World Wars and my own is widening and any event of remembrance can only be a good thing in terms of reminding youth what war cost. Because I missed any sort of Remembrance Day acknowledgment because I was at a hut in the middle of nowhere, I think I shall have a little Remembrance Day of my own with God tomorrow as I try to take everything in.
God's peace and love be with all of you.
Much love,
Mickeelie
So I am going to repeat myself and say yet again that it has been so busy and this week has flown by like all the others. I have had an excellent week. This week's lectures featured the principal of Capernwray Hall in England, Rob Whittaker. He was a great speaker, a man true to his identity in Christ, and not afraid of a few jokes. God has just been revealing more and more to me through everything around me.
Last weekend was travel weekend, and the school hosted a trip to a hut in the Austrian Alps, the trip appropriately named Hut Hut Hike. We were surrounded by amazing mountains and lots of forests of evergreens. Those of us on the trip hiked, knitted, relaxed, played cards and other games, hot tubbed, saunaed, walked, went ice skating in a town a short bus ride away, ate doners, watched movies, and had a generally sweet time.
Every week we have to do memory work. We are given a verse from the school that everyone has to memorize and then we also have to pick a verse of our own and memorize it. Then we have to recite those verses word for words in a translation of our choice. Usually I base my chosen verse off of my experiences with God or what He taught me that week. The weekend I was at the hut, I was so distracted in admiring God's creation that I hardly looked to my bible for personal devotions at all. God was too distracting. And it was great just to sit in His sunshine in His grass on a sloping hill and admire His majestic mountains. That was my devotional for the weekend. Anyway, the verse I chose that weekend for my memory work was most appropriately Psalm 121:1-2, which say:
"I lift up my eyes to the hills --- where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth." Simple but so true, and the mountains reminded me of His beauty and His ever present help in times of trouble.
Tomorrow we are going to the Dachau concentration camp near Munich. I am not sure how I'm going to react, and it sounds strange to say that I am looking forward to it. I am, but at the same time, I'm not. It's a necessary, yet painful remembrance, especially for my generation. The gap between the generations of the World Wars and my own is widening and any event of remembrance can only be a good thing in terms of reminding youth what war cost. Because I missed any sort of Remembrance Day acknowledgment because I was at a hut in the middle of nowhere, I think I shall have a little Remembrance Day of my own with God tomorrow as I try to take everything in.
God's peace and love be with all of you.
Much love,
Mickeelie
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