Thursday, July 31, 2008


This place is amazing. It should be a must see for anyone coming to Amsterdam. It is the most quaint little town, about an hour and a half train ride from the airport. It is not a tourist attraction, so everything is local, every one knows each other, there is a river in the town, a large cathedral, a public market on Thursday and Saturday, a Turkish grocery, lots of shopping, and Tamara's flat! It reminds me somewhat of France, the alley's, brick streets, tile roofs. I love the artchitecture and it is one of the oldest, if not the oldest city in The Netherlands. I am pretty sure they have those fries with mayo here too. AND I had a goat cheese sandwich for lunch this afternoon. I asked Tamara about the river and she said, "Do you want to jump in it?" and it was hot so I said, "Sure". And she sounded so excited and said, "Oh good, only crazy people do it. Let me call my sister". So we are going tomorrow.

I only "know" three people in Zutphen, Tamara, her twin sister Mirjam and her old roommate Henry, and I only "know" them from hearing Tamara talk about them. As soon as she picked me up at the train station (on her bike) we were walking to her flat and first ran into Henry and then right after Mirjam...both just walking or riding their bikes through town. The people are friendly and speak English and don't make you feel like an idiot because you don't speak Dutch.

I have posted a photo of Tamara's beautiful flat. The market that I wanted to go to is literally right outside her window. We are about to sit in the window seat and hang our feet out the window and "chill" as she says.

More soon...

goede morgen

i am here! i was able to fly first class and have mahi mahi for dinner and even an ice cream sundae. but most importantly, my seat back fully reclined!! i got caught up on all the chic flicks i had not yet seen and, as always when you fly, made a new friend of the guy sitting next to me who wanted to share his life story. :)

Sunday, July 27, 2008

in love

i am in love with a fat bald guy...with a little acid reflux problem.


The Coast of Northern Ireland

Zutphen, Holland

I am going on a trip! I am leaving July 3oth and flying in to Amsterdam...praying for First Class Favor as I am flying on a Delta Buddy Pass and right now the loads look good!! I might even get First Class there and back!! How amazing would that be? I am already getting my hopes up, putting on my blue socks and snuggling up with my neck pillow in my large leather seat.
I am arriving in Amsterdam on the morning of July 31st, but it will be in the wee hours of the morning our time. I hope to rest up on the plane and am determined to see a bit of Amsterdam regardless of how tired I may be. Thanks to Truitt, I have a large suitcase that converts into a backpack that will make touring Amsterdam more of a possibility. I plan to take the train in from the airport and find a quaint little bistro somewhere for a snack and then I must get some of those fries with favorite part!! I love it that they have that there and no one stares or thinks you are gross for doing that which I have done all my life!! Now, if I can just find a country that dips their fried popcorn shrimp in butter or a place where it's okay to put hot sauce on fried bananas, or where everything is covered with goat cheese, I will be set.

I will then take the train that afternoon to Zutphen. (Pictures above) My friend Tamara Steiner lives there and she will be picking me up at the station. They have a big market that day in town, always on Thursday, that I want to get to go to at some point while I am there. I LOVE markets in Europe, you never know what they will have. Antiques, fabrics, jewelry, breads, jams, vegetables, flowers and maybe goat cheese! Catherine will be turning 11 a few days after I get back and wants a present from my trip, so I will be looking out for the perfect gift for her. Speaking of birthdays...I will turn 31 the next day, August 1st. So I cannot wait to celebrate my 31st with Tamara and her friends in downtown Zutphen! I miss cobblestone streets, ancient buildings and cathedrals, narrow alleys, and not being able to understand a word anyone is saying. I can hardly wait! We will leaving the next morning for Belfast. I am glad I will have Tamara traveling with me on the train back to Amsterdam and company on the flight into Northern Ireland. Once in Belfast, we are taking a taxi and working our way into Coleraine and then will be picked up by our friends and going into Ballymoney for a bachelorette party for our friend Loren. The wedding is August 4th and afterwards we are planning a camping trip along the coast of Northern Ireland. I cannot wait to see the beaches there and can only imagine how incredible they must be.

Tamara is leaving Northern Ireland on the 7th and I will stay until the 11th to be able to go on the camping trip and then will fly back to Amsterdam and take the train into Zutphen to spend a few more days with Tamara. I would love to take the ferry while in Northern Ireland into Scotland, but not sure if my budget will allow and the dollar is terribly unfavorable right now and that does not help matters.

So, check back and I will keep you posted as best I can.

I want to start a tradition and spend every birthday of my 30's in a different country...hmm. I best start planning and saving up for next year. Suggestions??
Love love, Me

Message from Heidi and Rolland

The Great Wedding Feast
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Thank you for remembering us as we stay hidden in our belovedMozambique. Thank you for supporting all the hungry people Jesus hasasked us to feed spiritually and physically. Even though months have gone by without as much communication as I would like, it amazes me howfaithful you are to this ministry. You are our family. We so appreciate your prayers, extravagant gifts for the poor, and your love. Recently, the Lord has been speaking to me from the parable of the GreatBanquet in Luke 14. I had the honor of hosting over four thousand guestsat the wedding of our daughter Crystalyn Joy to Brock Human. It was a glorious, beautiful day with the sunshine shimmering on the stunning turquoise Indian ocean.

Crystalyn and Brock stood under a massive bougainvillea wedding arch. The wedding was set on the beach right across from our Village of Joy. Sixty-four of our Mozambican childrencomprised our bridal party. They looked fabulously colorful in theirblue and yellow kapelanas and African shirts. Shara, Elisha, and Marissawere fabulous sports and joined in the festivities wearing theirMozambican outfits. Rolland walked her down the sandy aisle. An ocean ofour African children streamed down from the streets in their bridal procession singing joyfully.

Pastor Jose from Maputo and Pastor Jose from Pemba helped me officiate our daughter's wedding. The prime minister of Mozambique, business leaders and the poor all ate together.Hundreds of pastors and Harvest School of Missions students served at the wedding feast, dishing out plates heaped with rice, chicken, and salad with cold Coke to drink. Every one of our four thousand guestsreceived a piece of cake. Many of them ate cake for the first time in their lives. What a delight to watch their smiles as all were fed. Food was served for hours. We had every Harvest student, missionary, andMozambican cook baking cakes for days on end. We bought all the flour,eggs, and soda in Pemba. The reception time was filled with Mozambican praise and dancing, as Crystalyn and Brock served their wedding cake. All of us felt to modelthis wedding feast after Luke 14:13: "When you give a banquet, invite the poor, crippled, lame and blind and they will be blessed." We printedinvitations for everyone. Just like Luke 14:21, "We went out quickly to the streets and alleys of the towns." I was delighted to find out thatwe still had room, so we went out to the roads and remote villages, calling them to come so that our church would be filled. God longs forHis house to be filled. He is calling His servant lovers to run out andcall in the poor to His incredibly beautiful wedding feast. He paid forthis banquet with His own Son's life, so that all of us could eat.

It was a delight to see our new church building filled to overflowing witheveryone enjoying this great wedding feast. I felt God smiling on the service as our daughter was married during the most stunning Mozambican sunset. It is a joy to have my natural bornchildren and family with me this summer. Last week together, as one bigfamily, we rode off to the "bush bush" to preach the gospel. Overpotholes, through fields and unpaved roads, we bounced along for hours singing in my Land Rover. We love bringing the good news to the ends of the earth.

Later, in the African night, we pulled into an unreached village where only sixty people had even heard the name of Jesus. I climbed up on our four-ton truck as the night began. My spiritual sons and daughters performed a drama about the good Samaritan. I used thispassage to invite the village to meet my friend -- the One who stopped for us -- King Jesus. I preached my heart out and loved watching thecrowds raise their hands. They wanted God! A deaf girl heard, many were healed and the fame of His name went out from that village. The village chief was overwhelmed with joy and asked us to open achildren's center. He called all the village elders together the nextmorning to meet with me. He invited us to open a new children's centerin this village. He himself had given his life to the Lord in his mudhut as I shared the beauty of Jesus. We camped out in tents and sleepingbags underneath the African stars, sitting around a camp fire as theMozambican student-pastors shared their testimonies with our missionschool students. Early in the morning we serenaded Brock for his 21st birthday. What a wonderful and unusual way to spend a birthday. The nextmorning we drove our vehicles to the beach to baptize the new converts. On the way to the ocean my spiritual son Herbert got his Land Roverstuck in the mud. He had spent two months last year during our terriblefloods driving this Land Rover across Mozambique to help feed the 50,000people facing starvation. But today his vehicle was stuck in the mud forsix hours. The tide was coming in, so it took a small village to rescue us. Twenty-six new Makua friends gathered around our car for hours, workingas a team to pull the vehicle out of the mud. If the Landrover had notbeen stuck, they might not have gotten saved. Jesus stopped for us. Westopped for them. But then they stopped for us. I loved not only givingto the village, but coming to receive. We needed their help. We allworked as one big family pulling the Land Rover out from the mud. We did it together in Jesus! Surely, He lifts us up from our miry pit to setour feet on solid ground. We left the villages with three solar-poweredNew Testament audio players which they will listen to every night. I love simply being with my Mozambican friends in villages and mud huts.I love to learn from them. I come as a learner first. I love the simplicity of this lifestyle. It is my joy to watch them meet Jesus.Village after village is meeting Jesus and is being shaken by the powerof His love. We want to invite an entire nation to this wedding feast. Thank you so much for helping us send out invitations to the poor,crippled, lame and blind to come to the greatest wedding feast. Inheaven you will surely see all the fruit of your labor of love. In heaven you will meet all those who fill the Father's House. Thank you for loving us. Thank you for remembering the poor. Much love in Jesus, Heidi

From Rolland: Well, it happened again! One week after the outreach Heidi described above, we went out in our Land Rovers and 4-ton truck, this time to avillage that had never heard the gospel at all. No one in the villageknew the name of Jesus. Somehow we missed this village, even after planting 670 churches in this "unreachable" province since we arrivedfive years ago. But once more a deaf mute was healed, and the entire village was electrified, turning to Jesus enthusiastically. In this case Heidi prayed for the deaf young man, and suddenly he could hear. He hadnever heard nor spoken a word all his life until then. With his newly found voice he began to imitate Heidi's syllables, and the crowd wentwild. Everyone knew this man, and they knew this had to be God.Clapping, laughing and cheering, the crowd hoisted him up on theirshoulders. Hope came to this village, to every hungry, child-like heart. The next morning we immediately got down to business and bought a pieceof land to build a simple church building. We will send them a pastor,and bring potential leaders to Bible school. Now the village is part ofa larger family, and we pray that mercy and grace, power and glory willrain down on its people without measure. They will need much teaching and discipling, something that happens when missionaries take time to visit villages and spend one-on-one time with people. Here is where themost spiritual progress is made. We miss you, our friends and supporters. We wish you could all comevisit and see what your prayer and support have accomplished through us.It is beautiful to see the Body of Christ working together as it should,creating lives of great beauty in the most unlikely places. Please continue to run the race with us! In His great love, Rolland--

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Kids Art

Carson painted this seagull. He told me he is flying over a sea and there is a dock in the middle. I think this is pretty amazing for a four year old.

Gracie painted this, based on Psalms 8:5- For you have made him a little lower than the angels, and you have crowned him with glory and honor.

Catherine's is based on Isaiah 62:4

You shall no longer be termed Forsaken, Nor shall your land any more be termed Desolate; But you shall be called Hephzibah,[a] and your land Beulah;[b] For the LORD delights in you, And your land shall be married.

Isaiah 62:4 Literally My Delight Is in Her
Isaiah 62:4 Literally Married