It's been a long week, and I just haven't felt like blogging much. I got home from Holland on Saturday around noon. Sunday we had a church potluck lunch and game day, and the rest of the week has been a combination of busyness and nasty sinus headaches. I feel better today and am enjoying a quiet day at home with Troy.
I left early last Thursday morning to fly to Amsterdam. It was very windy in Holland, so our flight was delayed. I got myself to Elizabeth & Gerard's house, almost being blown out of my skin on the short walk from the bus stop to their house. After a cup of tea I took another bus into Amstelveen to wander around a bit before meeting Elizabeth for lunch. We shared a wonderful lunch at V&D's La Place, and talked and talked and talked some more :) It was wonderful to catch up. Then we wandered around some more, almost getting blown off our feet (literally!) at one point. But we made it home in one piece and enjoyed dinner with Gerard. I turned in early since I had been up since 3:15 am!
Friday morning Elizabeth and I connected about spiritual stuff, and that was great as always. I'm anxious to see how the things we talked about develop. That will have to be a post for later though.
Later that morning we drove down to Den Haag for Deela's memorial service. Elizabeth played keys and I sang, so we needed to be there early for rehearsal. Our great friends Rogier and Sophie led the band, and as always, it was a joy to sing with them.
The whole day was a beautiful testament to Deela and her amazing life. People flew from all over the world to celebrate Deela. It was truly a celebration, with amazing food prepared by many loving hands. I think it was a great testimony to the people there who usually find no hope at a funeral.
It was heart-wrenching too, of course. As we sang Blessed Be Your Name, I made the mistake of looking over at Al and the kids. This has kind of been their family anthem during Deela's fight against cancer, and I always think of their family whenever I hear it. Anyway, Katie (who is Meaghan's age) was standing there singing her heart out. That almost undid me completely.
Ro and Sophie sang another song that meant a lot to Deela, Your Faithfulness by Brian Doerksen. Ro put together a beautiful power point with photos of Deela. There were few, if any, dry eyes in the church. I don't know how they got through that song! (If you want to see the power point, click here. You can also read the story behind Brian's song here.
At the end of the service, it was announced that Al & Deela's kids had baked cookies for everyone in memory of their mom, and also had printed out copies of her cookie recipes. That almost undid me again, and they got a huge round of applause. It was so amazing to see them ministering in their own way.
Something I had never seen done before (perhaps it's a Dutch custom) is that people brought flowers with them and to
Here are some photos:
When I got home on Saturday, I took these photos of the bombed parking garage at terminal 4.
And this is the kind of excitement that my arrival heralded!