Holm again...
As you read in my last post, I went back to visit Holmsted Manor again last weekend. Holmsted has become such a special place to me and it holds so many great memories. I often get homesick for Holmsted and the people I lived with there, more than I do for home.This time, however, I began to feel less at home than before. There is a new DTS there, and that was very strange to deal with at first. They are very different from my DTS, and it was a lot of new names to learn in just a couple of days! This did change over the time I was there, and I'm getting more used to change. It happens a lot when you're connected to YWAM as people are always moving around!I was

Finding love on a beach...
(written 14 Nov 09) Hello again, sorry it’s been a while. I’m sat writing this in a room at Holmsted Manor. Yes, I’m back, but only for a couple of days. I’ve taken the chance this week (it’s reading week for my course) to reflect on the past month or so of life at Bangor, and what God’s been teaching me. I have heard many talks over the past few weeks: at church and at Christian Union (CU). Those at Hope Church have centred on the challenge of stepping out with God, allowing your entir

Compelled by Love...
I thought I should write, seeing as it's now been almost 3 weeks since I last wrote.It's been 3 weeks of getting into the flow of things here at uni. I have quickly felt at home here. It's a gift that I appear to have: to feel at home wherever I am. I discovered this in Uganda, in the refugee camp where all of our home comforts were taken away. Where I expected that it would be difficult to adjust, life continued as usual, just with fewer niceities (eg. bed, toilet, shower, Western food, computer, phone, etc). Maybe it's because I have grown up camping. But I never used to cope like this. I used to complain frequently about conditions etc. That has changed, and it's cert

Bangor University
Well, here I am. Bangor University, North Wales. I've been here a week now, though it feels like forever already!We travelled down on Sunday morning, with the car weighed down with everything from clothes to pans and food. It didn't take us long to get my key and find my new home: room 62 in Neuadd Arfon (just Arfon for short - neuadd is the Welsh for building). It's a fairly large room, which would overlook the Menai Straits, if it weren't for the row of trees blocking the view! I share a small kitchen and a bathroom with the 12 other people on my corridor. There is a common room too, with a table, TV and DVD player, though I haven't really been in there yet.

Off on the next adventure
Ah, university. It's finally time. On Sunday morning, I set off on my latest adventure: to study French and Linguistics at Bangor University, North Wales.It's been an interesting journey to this point. Over the last year, I've swung several times between going to uni or not. There has been a lot of God-seeking in this decision, but now I am sure (or at least I'm trusting!) that I am doing the right thing.It was June when I came to the decision that I would go. I was in Uganda at the time and God had been confirming over and over again my heart for Africa and its people. There is a real need for people to go out there, and it is far better if you have something