While the bride-to-be runs around Africa

The bride, as was just noted above has no longer been the bride any longer. Its not that God has taken Africa into my most heart of hearts, but I think he has decided that I do something more spendworthy with my time. Who can say that with a joyful heart, one week after the treacherous dis-engagement? Its possible. I just did. My heart has been under major construction, as opposed to major destruction.

I am reading the beautiful posts of my friends from college. I sit in an internet cafe in Cape Town, South Africa....on a stormy and gross day, wishing I could be sitting having coffee with old friends. Sometimes to know that God will always provide more and more and more makes me hope that he could just take a break so I could continue to love the things I have. That which he already gave me. The hope I look for is deeper than anything I could find in Norway..deeper than any brown cheese and ham, and deeper than any crazy ancestor worship happening in mud huts just down the village road.

My time here draws to a close, as my South African outreach is the last stop in my DTS school from Skien Norway. IT is hard to believe that I have been romping like a bride to be all around Norway and Estonia...and when I step into the warm hearted borders of this South African country, my heart came to a peace. My saved, single, and satisfied life now revolves around what God will show me. I am trying to see how I get myself into these predicaments.

Predicaments, am I really supposed to be here, visualizing the shacks and homes of the 1 million post apartied families...and to serve in a church...and to visit full fledge Cape Town outcasts in the gangster crime ward of prison. Did I ever think it possible? I just pray that I have nothing anyone wants, in a glance they are to grab it.

South Africa, has a specific appeal. The rand is quite cheap, and compared to Norway, has its definite lovelieness. I would say everything is cheaper than Norway. You have to believe me when I say traveling with Norwegians is like a joke. We stop at a place where something migth be bought and I can gaurentee that something will be bought. The Norwegians also see that the price is cheaper, then again they are sure they should buy. "This popcorn! 20 Rand! Its like 50 in Norway! I'll take it!" Give them some time, they will do anything and everything compared to the Norwegian Kroner. I think it is a mean trick that the governments of all tourism countries have to trap innocent and well spent Norwegians to come and spend thier cash--without a single breath of choice.

Since the wedding is off...and God has begun to heal my heart, and really my whole self---I am thinking about what the future holds.

Arts, paint, dancing....I will be a dancer....maybe when I turn 30 I will be pro. We shall see.