Back to the Netherlands
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fter my breakfast and the touching encounter in the kitchen, I went back to my room. What a gift God had given me during this difficult time of my divorce to allow me to stay here this month. But now it was time to pack my suitcase. I carefully placed the picture frames of the children and grandchildren between my clothes, they had been my support these weeks with the home front, I was looking forward to seeing them again. After this I took my last walk around the beautiful gardens around the building. I walked into the beautiful church hall one more time and thanked God for the time I was allowed to spend in it during the services, the study and praise evenings. I also visited the bookshop arround the corner. I decided to buy the book that described the Life Story and Calling of David and Karen Davis, which I had time to read tonight.
A sister I had met at the Guesthouse in Haifa had offered me a ride that evening to the airport where she was to pick up her parents at midnight. My plane was due to leave at 7:00 am the next morning, so I had to be there at 5:00 am.That meant spending a long time at the airport, but I preferred that to being picked up at 3:00 am by an unknown taxi driver. Just sitting in the sun on the large balcony, then I could rest a bit and get ready for departure. When I arrived at the airport in the evening, I found an inconspicuous spot in the large station hall, I put the suitcase in front of me and my large bag on top so that I could put my legs on it. I had put my book on top of it and that would help me pass the time for the next few hours.Once on the plane, a young man came to sit next to me and I occasionally saw him glancing at the book I was reading. I asked him if he knew this? That was not the case but he had heard about David and Karin Davis and was curious about their life story especially since Karin was from David Wilkerson's Church. I had already gotten to the last chapter and told him he could have it as soon as I finished it. This again was no coincidence, I was glad I could give it to him and read it myself last night.
Arriving in Amsterdam I saw my eldest son Richard standing among the crowd of people, how could I not recognize him? Together with his wife, my daughter-in-law, we drank some coffee before we drove home. How wonderful it was to be on Dutch soil again, and there was so much to tell!
