Commit your way

I’ve been thinking about how different my agenda is now compared with past pursuits. Looking back on past decisions and major shifts, I think I made things happen according to an agenda. It’s healthy to have goals and ambitions in life, but what’s the motive. I think I sometimes grabbed the ‘opportunity’ that came along without being willing to wait for something better. The first guy, the first place, the first job were seized because that’s what I wanted to accomplish.

“Commit your way to the Lord” is allowing yourself to be guided. It’s careful, discerning and wise. It means setting your course, but with counsel. It’s not tromping headlong with glances back at the Lord saying, “I’ve got this”.

I’m pursing the opportunities and making choices, but it’s much more chill! I don’t HAVE to have it this way or that. I don’t NEED to accomplish that particular thing. I’m open to God’s guidance. Though I have to admit, that’s not a particularly clear concept. I guess it’s about checking the motives.

From Psalm 37:

Trust in the Lord, and do good;
Dwell in the land, and feed on His faithfulness.
Delight yourself also in the Lord,
And He shall give you the desires of your heart.

Commit your way to the Lord,
Trust also in Him,
And He shall bring it to pass.
He shall bring forth your righteousness as the light,
And your justice as the noonday.

Rest in the Lord, and wait patiently for Him;
Do not fret because of him who prospers in his way,
Because of the man who brings wicked schemes to pass.
 Cease from anger, and forsake wrath;
Do not fret—it only causes harm.

From Proverbs 16:

We can make our own plans,
    but the Lord gives the right answer.

People may be pure in their own eyes,
    but the Lord examines their motives.

Commit your actions to the Lord,
    and your plans will succeed.

Those who wait . . .

There’s been a lot of waiting in this process and it’s double edged. On one side, it’s a relief that there’s more time to get things done. We’ve had a tough time scheduling work for our house fix-ups. We finally found the contractors, but still need to nail down dates. We have some time to settle the parenting matters that are still not final. There’s more time to tick off the items on the to-do list.

On the other side, it’s difficult not knowing ‘when’. We can only plan out so far without having a firm moving date. It’s also difficult to prepare psychologically for what’s ahead. We saw most of our family during Christmas and though we anticipated that it was the last time we would see them for many months, we couldn’t say for sure. I go to work everyday wondering how much longer do I have to do this gig. Will I have to learn the next new thing that’s coming? Then there’s the same question over and over, “Have you heard anything yet?”

Sometimes waiting is just waiting. It isn’t really waiting on the Lord. But this waiting feels like waiting on the Lord (sorry for being redundant!), because there is so much unknown. It’s trusting that the Lord knows what’s ahead and relying on him to guide us there. It’s taking care of the responsibilities within our control and acknowledging that there are circumstances beyond our control. Those who wait on the Lord will renew their strength. Oh good, we need that strength!

Stalemate

There was a meeting last night to discuss custody/visitation arrangements. No common ground was met and mediation will be necessary as the next step. We fasted and prayed yesterday and submitted the meeting to the Lord. It’s tempting to feel discouraged that our prayers were seemingly unanswered, but we keep coming back to faith. We readily acknowledge that we can’t figure this out on our own. We have to trust the Lord and allow him to guide us without seeing what’s ahead — and for me, without being part of the discussions. We’ve been accused of being selfish and irresponsible. That’s hurtful, but we’ve tried to look at that humbly. Are we?

They haven’t agreed on a mediator. A mediator (former judge and attorney) who is an expert in child custody has been recommended. We feel he is the most qualified and impartial option. A tentative appointment has been arranged.

There is need for humility. The tone so far has been defensive and judgmental. The notion that we are getting what we deserve is not considering what’s best for K. If there is pride that we need to be aware of, let it be revealed to us.

In the same way, the Spirit helps us in our weakness. We do not know what we ought to pray for, but the Spirit himself intercedes for us through wordless groans. And he who searches our hearts knows the mind of the Spirit, because the Spirit intercedes for God’s people in accordance with the will of God. And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.

A couple of angels

I’ve told this story a bunch of times now, but I should get it down in writing! My return trip last Tuesday ended up being a bit eventful. The train I was taking to Schipol came to a halt in Weert about 1/3 of the way there. I knew something was amiss, but since the communication was in Dutch I didn’t understand at first. I asked the surrounding passengers if someone could tell me in English what was going on. A nice gentleman explained that the train was going to be delayed. He asked me where I was going and what time my flight was leaving. He was skeptical that I would make it there on time and he suggested I go with him to speak to a conductor. The railway might order and pay for a taxi to take me to Amsterdam. Really?! We found a conductor and the man told him in Dutch about my situation. We ended up having to talk to another more helpful conductor. In the meantime, an announcement notified passengers that the train would be delayed more than an hour. I definitely needed other transportation. The train conductor called a taxi service and they gave me all the details. The nice man translated and showed me where the front of the rail station was located. I thanked him profusely! He was the first angel that helped me.

After waiting a half hour or so, I figured out that a man driving a black Mercedes van was my taxi. I verified that I was the passenger he was looking for and he loaded me up. He put the pedal to the metal and got me to the airport in 1.5 hours. I had heard another driver say that it would take up to 2 hrs! My driver was very nice and we chit chatted here and there during the trip. I arrived at the airport an hour before my plane was scheduled to leave. Angel number two!

After some difficulty finding the IcelandAir counter, I checked in and unloaded my bag full of Dutch goodies. I jumped ahead a bit at the security check line and then had to wait for my bag to be rescanned because I forgot to remove my iPad. Ugh! I walked as fast as I could to my gate. When I got there, all the passengers were still waiting and there was no plane in sight. The flight had been delayed because of high winds in Reykjavik. Then I started to stress about making my connection to Boston. I only had a 1.5 hour layover. There was no need to worry; the plane came soon and the flight boarded quickly. We were only 30 min late getting off the ground and my connection from Reykjavik to Boston was on time. I think another angel was guiding that plane. Whew!

Employable

I had very quick trip to Limburg this week for the medical clearance exams. I arrived in Maastrict Sunday afternoon and left Tuesday morning. My body was very confused! I had no sleep for over 24 hrs and then slept only in spurts Sun and Mon nights. Ugh!

I loved being in Maastrict! My hotel was right across the street from the train station, which was very convenient. The hotel was funky and comfy — the name Kaboom is also curious! I had some time to walk around and unwind Sunday evening. The city was beautifully decorated for Christmas.

Monday morning I took the train to Beek for my physical exam at Meditel. Interesting experience. The doctor ultimately proclaimed me healthy and employable.

When I returned to Maastrict, I tracked down an Albert Hein store and did my Dutch goodies shopping. I took a much needed nap when I returned to the hotel. It was surprisingly quiet there even though my room faced the train station.

I headed to the old city and walked around Vrijthof. The square was filled with a Christmas fair including a skating rink, ferris wheel and all sorts of vendors and decorations. Very festive! My destination was several blocks beyond Vrijthof. I had to go to another clinic for a chest x-ray. This ended up being a quick visit.

Back at the square, I indulged in a roomboterwafel. They’re like Belgian waffels. Yum! I browsed the vendors and watched the skaters for awhile. I then sought out a chocolate shop on the Markt. It was a very mild day (56 degrees) and I had a very pleasant stroll around the shopping district.

I capped off the day with dinner at a restaurant in Vrijthof. It was warm enough to eat outside and watch the fair goers. A lovely way to end my stay!

 

For the record

As Dick and I ramp up to a great adventure, I feel like I need to document the journey thus far for the record. Get comfortable, this is going to be a long post!

It began with whimsical “wouldn’t it be great” thoughts. When we were in the Netherlands (NL) last year, Dick and I dreamed out loud about the possibility of living in NL for a short time. I knew there were possibilities for short term archives jobs in NL. I fell in love with Holland at first sight and could easily imagine living there. I savored every moment we spent in every place we visited and when it came time to return to the US, I didn’t want to leave.

I’ve been looking for a new job for quite some time; I review job postings for archives or library jobs every day. Last summer several jobs in NL were posted on Archives Gig. I immediately got excited! I asked D if I could apply and he said “of course it can’t hurt to apply!” I filled out the application for two of the positions, all the while thinking it was a long shot. It seemed like a one in a million chance. I applied to several other jobs around the same time, including a couple at Harvard. Even those seemed more likely to generate a response.

On Sep. 7th, I received an email invitation to interview for two positions. Shock! Disbelief! Not only was I chosen, but they wanted me to be there in a matter of weeks to take an exam and sit for an interview! It was a lot to absorb. It suddenly became very real and we needed to decide quickly if I should move forward with this. It became apparent that we couldn’t really make an informed decision about the future of this opportunity without getting more information. And the way to get that information was to go!

We were at a family wedding just before I left for my interview, which gave us an opportunity to share the news with Kathryn and Dick’s family. The reactions were a mixture of excitement, curiosity and perhaps a little doubt and disbelief. All in all, we felt supported and we knew they would cover us in prayer. Same with my family.

The trip to Brunssum went very well and at the end of the two-day process, I felt like this was a viable opportunity. I was informed that the selection process would not be complete for another month. I thought this would allow enough time to get responses to my other job applications. We would also have time to pray, gather information and get some counsel. We had some large issues to tackle.

We spent much time in prayer considering the issue of custody arrangements for Kathryn. We contemplated the possibility of being away from Kathryn for months at a time. We weighed this against the amazing opportunity to share a once in a lifetime experience with her. We considered the unequaled experience of living in the Dutch culture, the heritage of her father and grandparents. We felt that spending concentrated amounts of time with her exploring NL and Europe would create significant memories that she would carry with her the rest of her life. We spoke to family and friends who have lived abroad during their teen age years; they agreed that those experiences were positive and life changing. This is not to deny that there were difficulties and challenges to overcome. We also talked to mental health professionals who encouraged us that this opportunity and custody arrangement would not have long term harmful effects on Kathryn and would be highly likely to have a very positive impact long term.

We attempted to have an open discussion with Kathryn’s mother and stepfather, but this attempt failed. Information about the job opportunity and possible relocation had to be relayed by Dick over the phone, which was less than ideal. We also transferred some printed information, but there was no response to any of it.

The logistics of selling our home and making it market ready — in the winter — was also carefully considered and prayed over. We took stock of what projects needed to be completed and what our timeline would be. Daunting, but not impossible.

On October 20th, I was invited for a phone interview with Phillips Exeter Academy (PEA). I had applied for an archives job there in early Sep. and had almost given up on the possibility. The phone interview was scheduled for Oct. 23rd. On October 21st, I received a call from NATO JFC and was notified that I’d been selected for a processing archivist position (1 of 3). Gulp! Now what?

I decided to go ahead with the phone interview and the selection process. The selection process involves a security clearance background check and a medical examination. I started receiving information for the clearance application and instructions from the medical office. It began to feel very serious! It’s an honor to be selected to work on this important project and I consider it a once in a lifetime opportunity on many levels. I had a short bout of agony over the timing of all of this, but I was able to lay it aside knowing that God was guiding me. I spent a lot of time meditating on Proverbs 16 during the month of October. I was confident that there was no wrong decision, just that a decision would have to be made — by FAITH. The PEA situation ended up not being viable for me. Even before it was completely ruled out, Dick and I set our sights on Holland.

The most stressful aspect of this journey so far has been the uncertainty surrounding Kathryn and the ability to have her spend adequate amounts of time with us. Our hope was for her to be with us for a full school year and attend the international school in Brunssum. It was a pipe dream, really. As much as WE could imagine the amazing opportunity this would be for her, WE couldn’t make it happen without the consent of the other biological parent. We knew there would be much resistance in that regard. Resistance is putting it lightly — absolutely no consideration, flat out refusal, condemnation, no room for compromise or negotiation. Speak to the hand. I can’t adequately express how discouraging this is. Discouraging for me because I expect children of God to respond with grace and humility. I expect rational discourse.

Here then is one of the many consequences of divorce — we lose the sole responsibility to determine what is in the best interest of our children. The child of divorce, who doesn’t have the capacity to comprehend the potential of the unknown, is unmoored between parents of differing opinions and convictions. If the biological family was intact, consensus would be reached and the child would be subject to the decisions of the parents — period. We have prayed that this situation would not have to be settled in a court of law, but there doesn’t appear to be any other resort at this point. We will continue to pray and appeal to reason, however.

As we wait, we prepare as much as we can. This prospect is both terrifying and amazing. As Dick and I have talked over this for many an hour, we keep coming back to this: if we don’t follow this through, we’ll regret it. To have this kind of opportunity opened wide before us, is truly a once in a lifetime deal. I sometimes think, and even say, that I want to live out loud. That, for me, means living life by faith — out there on the edge of my comfort zone. Faith is believing without seeing! It also means being true to who I am and not letting opportunities — small and large — pass me by. I see fake people every day. I see self-righteous people who live in fear of being outside of some norm that they perceive. They want to be safe inside the lines. Sometimes I fight against it; sometimes I succumb to the same mentality. It’s so much easier to see it in others than to see it in myself. I’ve been reading and posting some inspirational thoughts to keep us all focused on the positive. God’s word jumps off the page also and reassures me that he is in control.

Stay tuned!

Day 17: Breda and Hoogstraten, Belgium

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Our last day in Holland and we wanted to fill it up! Since Breda was close and recommended, that was our first destination. We walked to the Grote Markt, which was a bit different than the other cities we visited. City Hall was there as expected (and we saw two sets of brides & grooms coming out a different times while there), but the the square itself was pretty much overtaken by café seating. We found the VVV and picked up a walking tour brochure. While there we found out that a Red Head festival was going on and noticed that there were lots of red haired people around!

We set off to follow the walking tour, but made a stop at the Great Church (Our Lady Church) first. It was a bit disturbing to see that the church was being used to house an exhibit featuring 100 hot red headed men. We chose to focus on the architecture and the historical installations and ignore the rest! The walking tour was pretty good and pointed out some interesting locations, but we didn’t quite finish it. One of the stops was an old monastery with a beautiful, peaceful courtyard (only one way in and out). It apparently houses senior citizens now. We saw Breda Castle, which houses a military academy. Dick’s dad did his officer training there many years ago. A nice stroll through the park brought us to the center of the Red Head Festival where music was playing and vendors were set up. It was Dick’s last chance to have kibbeling and we also got poffertjes, which are small round doughnut-like treats covered with powdered sugar. Yum!

There was lots of shopping streets off the square and even an indoor mall. We browsed some shops and found some things at Hema, Blokker and Kruidvat to bring home. We also had to have one last coffee stop at a café on the Grote Markt! This is an experience that just can’t be duplicated in the states.

Since we were so close to the Belgium, I insisted that we drive over the border and visit a town close by. We stopped in Hoogstraten and walked the main street. There was a large, distinctive Catholic church in the gothic style and made of brick. When we passed by, a bridal party was just emerging and we waited to see the bride. The church bells rang for quite some time and it was pretty amazing. We’d been looking for a particular sugar dispenser and found one to our liking in the Blokker store there. We stopped back at the church to stroll through the yard. There was a small graveyard there with interesting tombstones that included the pictures of the deceased. We had to make our way back to Chaam for dinner so it was a rather brief visit to Belgium, but satisfactory nonetheless!

We wanted to take the folks out for our last dinner in Holland and the Pannenkoeken Huis ten Bosch was our choice. This was such a cute place with all kinds of funky and interesting decor! I order a very sweet pannenkoeken with creme brulé, strawberry syrup, whipped cream and candy hearts. I think it was called the sweetheart pannenkoeken. It was surprising that a lot of places in Holland, including this restaurant, don’t accept credit cards. It was fortunate that we were able to use Papa Smid’s debit card from a bank in The Netherlands. We had to reimburse with cash later!

Back at the bungalow, we finished the day packing our luggage.

Curious sighting: hundreds of red haired people all around the city of Breda!

 

Day 16: Staphorst, Apeldoorn, Arnhem and Chaam

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Our time was up at the bungalow park in Dwingeloo, so we packed up and headed south. We planned several stops along the way beginning with Staphorst. We made a short stop at a little variety store there and bought some souvenirs. We then drove through the town to see the colorful houses which have mostly green and blue shutters and trim that make them distinctive from other towns. The people who live there are known to be very traditional and conservative; some still wear traditional dress.

Our next stop was the Paleis Het Loo in Apeldoorn. We ate our packed lunch and purchased coffee at the Prince Hendrik Garage Café, which is directly across from the Royal Stable. After lunch, we walked to the Palace along the long tree lined driveway. Part of the palace was covered with scaffolding, which detracted from it somewhat. It was still nice to see, though. Queen Wilhelmina first resided at this palace and her daughter Juliana also stayed there during her reign. It apparently was relegated to museum status a few years ago and opened to the public. We weren’t willing to pay 14 euros or take the time to tour the inside. Dick and I browsed through the stables to look at the old royal cars on display and see Queen Beatrix’s retired horses.

We then drove a short distance to Arnhem to see Dick’s birthplace. His parents lived in a boarding house there while his father served in the army (mandatory conscription). It’s now a very nice bed & breakfast. We took a bunch of pictures outside and tried to find someone at home to no avail. Just as we were about to leave, the woman of the house drove in. She was very nice and let us go inside and see what the rooms now looked like. The house has been in the same family for 100 years! Dick’s parents posed on the balcony, where his dad announced his birth. It was very special to be able to visit this place with them and hear their stories about their stay there.

Our final destination was another RCN campground/bungalow park just outside of Chaam. We arrived there around 5 pm and got settled right away. We lacked some towels and decided to buy some at a store in a nearby town. When we got there just after 7 pm, we realized that all of the stores were closed except the grocery store. We bought a few provisions there and then hurried back to the park to eat dinner at the snack bar before that closed too! We had some yummy croquettes and frites.

Dick’s Om Jaap and Tante Joke were also staying at this park just a couple of bungalows away. We walked over there after dinner to meet them. They were very nice and made a great effort to communicate even though it was apparent that they didn’t know English very well. Jouke seemed to understand some English, but didn’t speak any. They gave us some tips about places to visit in the area, recommended Breda and gave us a couple of guides.

Today’s curious sighting: A peacock strolling around the palace grounds.

Day 15: Ameland

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Our planned day trip for today was to the Isle of Ameland, off the Friesland coast. We left in time for an hour and a half drive to arrive in time for a 10:30 ferry. We got there just before 10, but found out that the next ferry didn’t leave until 11:30. The schedule didn’t read right on the iPhone. Oops! So we had some time to kill and fortunately found coffee and wifi at the little restaurant there. The ferry trip across the Waddenzee took 45 minutes and since it was a sunny warm day, we sat on the upper deck. It was the first full sun day that we’ve had on our trip.

When we arrived, we walked to the bike rental to get bikes. There are cars allowed on the island, but it’s costly to ferry them and the best way to see the island is by bike. We started our route on a dike that ran along the Waddenzee. There were sheep grazing on the upper part of the dike. The tide was out so the view of the sea wasn’t that great and Dick was not thrilled with the route. I was really hungry and wanted to stop for lunch. After some words about the location, we found a grassy spot near a fishermen’s monument to eat lunch.

From there we headed into one of the towns to get to the north coast. We encountered large groups of German middle school kids, also on bikes, as we made our way around the island. We biked through the dunes and made a couple of stops at the beaches. We walked into the North Sea at one of the beaches and were surprised to find that the water was a comfortable temperature!

There was a strong headwind from the east, which made most of our trip against the wind. We didn’t go quite as far as D wanted because I was ready to head inland and look around the other towns. We took a south route into Buren and made a brief stop at a shop there. From there we went on to Nes, a town in the middle of the island. We walked around the town, stopped at an outdoor café for coffee and browsed around some shops. We had to be back to return the bikes and make it to the last ferry at 6:30. We boarded the ferry with travelers heading back to the mainland and another horde of school kids. It was a full boat!

Today’s curious sighting: Hello Kitty car — a pink VW bug with Hello Kitty on the doors and back window emblem. There were also pink fuzzy dice hanging from the rear view mirror!

 

Day 14: Giethoorn

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The sun was shining this morning! After breakfast, Dick and I went out for a longer bike ride on a route that went through Ruinen, past a windmill and some ponies, and then back through the heather. It was so nice to be out in the sun!

Since our first attempt to FaceTime with K wasn’t so great, Dick wanted to try her again before she left for school. We drove to a nearby town, Mepple, to find free wifi with a strong signal. Dick has a better, albeit short, conversation with Kathryn.

Our next destination was Giethoorn, known as the Venice of Holland. We had a very nice stroll along the main canal through town. There are so many cute and quaint homes & gardens in this village. I fell in love with one of the cottages that was for sale. We looked it up later and found that the asking price was a little steep for a FIVE room house! There are lots of places to rent boats to drive through the canals, but we were fine with walking. We stopped at a cozy café to have a broodje and relax at a bit. We also stopped at an amazing shell store. The displays there were really well done with groupings for many different kinds of shells. We bought a couple of pairs of earrings made of abalone. I think this was one of my favorite stops on our tour of Holland. D remarked that the town was like something out of a fairytale.

We got back to Dwingeloo in time to go out for dinner for pannenkoeken at a place called De Bospub. It’s a cute little rustic place in the woods run by a family. It was warm enough to sit outside and enjoy the surroundings. The pannenkoeken was delicious! I ordered tomato & cheese and Dick got the monthly special which was loaded with veggies, rague (sp?) and cheese. Mom & Dad Smid also ordered some tasty options.

When we got back to the campground, we went to the café there for coffee and ice cream. It was a great food day!

Curious sighting: An Egyptian Goose — we had to look it up since we’d never seen one before!

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