tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-232362262012-01-19T22:30:06.821+01:00I'm a dreamer * Often unwise * Hush me then? * But if He wills * Dreams are a start * Silence my notions * Reason with me * I'll change my mind * Trade in my plan for Hisannegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.comBlogger421100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-28289541342823705592011-05-18T19:54:00.002+02:002011-05-18T20:13:39.109+02:00

Robin Hammond has done a lot of photographic work in the battle for human rights around the world. I found one of his photos in the photography magazine FOCUS. I just watched a discussion on euthanasia on Dutch television and then I opened FOCUS and stared in the face of a blind Congolese woman.It made me think we don't have enough problems in the West that we have time to discuss whether and

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The 16th of October just ended for me, but I would like to make a note that this was World Food Day (WFD or klick here for the Dutch website). The new day, October 17th, is the International Day for the Eradication of Poverty (klick here for a Dutch link). At Taste the Waste you can see the trailer to the documentary on how much food is being wasted, while 1 billion people are still hungry. It is

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Nujoud did it! The little Yemeni girl who managed to get a divorce after being forced into marriage at the age of 8, has shaken up her country. Her story brought about a new law, setting the minimum age for marriage at 17. Not only that, the new law gives women the right to alimony after a divorce and grants them custody to their children (under the age of 12). Amendments worth celebrating.A big

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When God decided He'd call us "friends", He might've hoped to share his worries with us from time to time.Are we so busy telling him about our personal burdens, that we don't even let Him talk anymore?

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The most beautiful people are the seekers of truth. Interesting, often melancholy, worth being friends with, I believe. I’d dare say the best kind are the seekers, who haven’t found yet. Because they will keep seeking and on their way, they find many treasures. To know them means you’ll get to catch glimpses once in a while. Glimpses that inspire to also be a seeker. The seekers suffer, because

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400,000 dead, women raped and branded outside their camps, men killed or castrated or burnt in their villages, children traumatized and orphaned.This is life in Darfur. This is death in Darfur. It’s hard to tell the difference. I happened to be in Holland to see “Tot zover Darfur” (“Darfur thus far”), which included a series of documentaries and interviews on the subject of this region

annegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-34715807780810258452007-11-05T21:25:00.000+01:002007-11-05T21:27:57.959+01:00

One dropMeaninglessCan it make the ocean more wet?One tearIn your eyeMeans you haven't forgotten how to cryOne touchMeaninglessNot to one lost in lonelinessOne wordSpoken in loveMeans you were not forgotten

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Een druppel Op een hete plaat Niet de moeite waard Verdampt Een druppel In een bewogen oog Wordt een stille traan Ontroerd Een druppel Op een droge wang Voor ’t eerst weer aangeraakt Ontmoet Een druppel Begint een regenvloed Watert woestijnen Opgebloeid Zoals een druppel bloed van ‘t kruis Die druppel gaf nieuw leven

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After reading both Khaled Hosseini's novels, I visited his website.It is more than mildly impressive for someone to develop into such an author while in medical practice. With Hosseini being an Afghani, it might be less remarkable that he focuses on the cause of refugees worldwide. On the other hand, he grew up comfortably in America and could easily have forgotten.He traveled to the camps in

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Herman died. I miss him. Hadn’t seen him for years and now it won’t happen anymore for the rest of my life. He’d been married nearly 60 years to the same wife. Quite a record in modern times. When I was a little girl he was already old in my eyes, but he was never about to die. I suppose I expected him to always stick around.He was a man I enjoyed talking to when visiting the church of my

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I've got a couple of half-posts that I'm not sure what to do with. I could finish something and post it here of course. Sometimes I can't decide whether I want to be read. I've spent this past month settling back into a somewhat normal life. A life that's different from the one I lived before last summer.There was a post called "why the blog died" and it goes as follows. Don't take it too

annegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-63338956470207584622007-06-21T22:42:00.000+02:002007-06-21T22:44:24.857+02:00

I think we all stopped blogging. Well, not all, but a bunch of us, including me. Maybe we should start that up again. Exams are over... ;)Oh, I already started. I'll stop again for a while in about 2 weeks time.

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We are sheep. God calls us sheep over 200 times in the Bible. There are three things we need to know about sheep:1. They are stupid2. They are dirty3. They are defenselessI’m glad my God is faithful and loves me despite these characteristics. My friend Dee wrote this on her blog. I like it. It makes me smile.

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Klick on the photo to go to my photo album on facebook.

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Created a new blog in honour of my trip to Burkina Faso. Sorry for the people who know the Dutch version of me, but I've decided to keep writing in English as that's the language most of you will understand. (Max, ik stuur wel eens een mailtje in 't Nederlands, goed?)

annegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-1163538308461776722006-11-14T21:52:00.000+01:002007-06-21T00:32:50.786+02:00

Found this amazing picture on the internet somewhere and couldn't resist to put it here. Only now I forgot my source. I'm sorry! So if you're the photographer, please let me know and I will give credit (and I will also ask you where on earth you found this sky)!"Congratulations on pursuing your dreams!!!" read the subject of a spam mail I got.I thought: "Thanks, how did you know?!"Looks like I'll

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Deanne, she was the only girl my age when I lived on Logos 2 at the age of 13. We've had our differences, but she conquered a special place in my heart that she has kept ever since. Through many years and over a long distance we've kept in touch writing rambling letters that perhaps no one could appreciate the way we did. She is a girl with a faith that I admire, not because it hasn't been shaken

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While looking for the words of Bill Drake's song "I'll obey", I stumbled upon this testimony of someone who learnt to forgive. It's impressive. I know very little about forgiveness compared to this person. Yet it is something we all need to learn.You must do something with your anger, if it's alive in your heart. You must get rid of it to stop it from eating away at you inside. And it's necessary

annegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-1159642183522204492006-09-30T20:40:00.000+02:002007-06-21T00:34:13.776+02:00

Sorry, sometimes I don't blog at all and sometimes I suddenly have this urge to blog a lot in one go. The effects of a lack of routine?But I just wanted to direct you to another blog, which I'm going to link here. That of Maxplanck, an intelligent guy who has plenty to say and who just started blogging. Only it's in Dutch...But babelfish.altavista.com is a most helpful website for all who want to

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The academic year started before I had a chance to return to Belgium. So I jumped back into that as soon as I could, which was three days late. Now I'm doing an internship in the delivery room of a hospital in Sint-Truiden. This is a town with no internet café. In fact, I asked some ladies in the street and they were very excited to hear of such a phenomenon!It's fine though; I have enough

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Strange how you can feel at home in a place you've never seen in your life.It was the week of my brother Luke's wedding. It was also my first time in North Africa, though I think Algeria is the 47th country I've been to. The first night there, I stood on the balcony of my hotel room, alone, overlooking the quiet scene of Tizi Ouzou (the city of Luke's bride). The street looked dusty and there

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Daffodils By William Wordsworth (1770–1850)I wander'd lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the Milky Way,They stretch'd in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,

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Received the following message from a Douloid:We have an urgent Prayer Request for the Doulos and the Ship Ministry in General. We are in urgent need of Engineers. If we don’t get engineers by the end of Sept, the Doulos won’t be able to leave Thailand. So please pray with us that God will provide qualified people. And if you know of people that might be able to help us, ask them to contact the

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The summer holidays have begun and though I'm doing some kind of summerjob at the University Hospital of Leuven, I'm celebrating those holidays. Summer is making me neglect my weblog completely...I apologize to those people who come here looking for something new to read. I don't apologize too sincerely though...I don't really know what any of us are doing surfing the internet when we could be

annegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-1150641037195285372006-06-18T16:22:00.000+02:002007-06-21T00:32:35.072+02:00

A question has turned up on several blogs that I visit and it sounds like this: "Why did God put that tree there?"Why was there a tree that gave man a chance to choose to disobey God? Why did God not choose to avoid the fall of man?I have a suspicion that part of the reason is that He wanted us to know the side of Him that is called Grace. Would we ever have known without that tree?I'm planning

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Sunday evening on my way home with a detour, I met some Brazilians who invited me to watch Brazil-Croatia in the World Cup, the match that was on last night. I ended up going there and taking GJ along and we had the time of our lives. Those Brazilians know how to celebrate soccer! They came with drums and dancing girls dressed in their flag. I’ll support them solely because their fans are that

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Well, I wasn’t sure what to call him...I thought either one of those names would do. Turns out I can use both, since there’s been two of them instead of one. Perhaps this was an effort to “name my fear”. It’s bad. I think MK’s should be relatively fearless when it comes to little critters, but I am much afraid of mice. Quite terrified even. I tell you this so that you take it seriously and

annegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-1148123959517903852006-05-20T12:53:00.000+02:002007-06-21T00:32:35.072+02:00

Psalm 139 لأَنَّكَ أَنْتَ قَدْ كَوَّنْتَ كُلْيَتَيَّ. نَسَجْتَنِي دَاخِلَ بَطْنِ أُمِّي. 13 14 أَحْمَدُكَ لأَنَّكَ صَنَعْتَنِي بِإِعْجَازِكَ الْمُدْهِشِ. مَا أَعْجَبَ أَعْمَالَكَ وَنَفْسِي تَعْلَمُ ذَلِكَ يَقِيناً. 13 For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. 14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that

annegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-1146837017855144582006-05-05T15:33:00.000+02:002007-06-21T00:32:35.073+02:00

Honestly, I'm quite disappointed with my photos of the wedding in Sweden. Not with this one though. It shows how some people don't change more than they're supposed to. (c;Mirjam was a beautiful bride, but her shoes were...ehm, not there mostly (and when they were they were the simplest of flip flops). Her feet are the same as when I met her. They once inspired me to write a song about the feet

annegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-1146739125135773112006-05-04T12:18:00.000+02:002007-06-21T00:32:35.073+02:00

Yeah, the sun is finally shining again (it always comes after the rain, hey?), which makes me all the more ecstatic about life. No, I'm not always on a high, but there are times when I do think I'll burst if I get any happier than I am.I was in Sweden the weekend before last and it was a perfect trip. Went there to see two friends get married while fearing it would all be too short. Mirjam is a

annegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-1146686392746285732006-05-03T21:53:00.000+02:002007-06-21T00:32:35.073+02:00

Hard to post something on real-life births and not sound all foggy and stuff. I should spare you the details of the mess it is! Anyway, I’m doing my first internship at the delivery-room and I have to say: “I love the job that will be mine!” Well, that is an encouraging thing to find when you have been studying something for a while. It’s obvious that I’m not yet a qualified midwife.

annegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-1145113212404638802006-04-15T16:27:00.000+02:002007-06-21T00:32:35.074+02:00

Freaky picture. Reminds me of a ku klux clan ceremony. It’s not though. It’s a photograph that was taken at a Good Friday procession in Mosta, Malta in 2004. I still lived in Malta in that year and witnessed other processions. The Maltese love to dress up! If they were the inhabitants of Holland, I’d imagine them dressing up as Nazi’s to replay how their country was invaded during the Second

annegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-1144521209413061432006-04-08T20:22:00.000+02:002007-06-21T00:33:10.156+02:00

Introducing to you: the art of Irene, my Belgian "cabin-mate".

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Talking to Wolter about his post on "Hitchhike to heaven", I was reminded of what I've learnt about freedom.Bob Dylan wrote: "It may be the devil or it may be the Lord, but you're gonna have to serve somebody.""Gotta serve somebody" is not my personal favourite by Dylan, but he made a good point. You are never free to do whatever you want. But you can choose what you serve."Freedom is having the

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Wolterkabolter posted something in English this time, because he has people wonder upon his blog searching for things he isn't meaning to lead them to. He is cool...he likes to talk about heavenly things. He's planning to actually go "hitchhiking to heaven" sometime soon. That is, stand by the side of the road holding a sign that says "heaven" and waiting for cars to stop and offer him a ride. I

annegreethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00383792408639755544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23236226.post-1144019293916496942006-04-03T01:05:00.000+02:002007-06-21T00:32:35.074+02:00

You can’t assume to know what goes on in people’s minds or what they feel. The more people I get to know, the more I know that you don’t know much about people you know. There’s ocean’s of emotions and ponderings and views and feelings and memories. With some people you can talk for hours or even days and not even dip into that sea. And so human beings tend to swim in self-pity instead, assuming

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Oh, I really had to laugh seeing this...his ramblings about a breeze especially. It reminds me of him and good times we've spent with him telling me funny things.My brother Luke or Lucas or Luqa, he's great! Yup, I am proud to introduce you (if you don't already know him of course). ;-) Anyway, go to his blog if you want to know more and I hope he will post more too. Have to warn you though...he

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Below you will find the story of Iye Sowodie from Sierra Leone. It's also on the website of Mercy Ships.I'm doing a study on how to prevent the birth complication she suffered from. Not a pleasant topic, but I think you can bear this story, because it's all "gladdie, gladdie" in the end.40-year-old Iye Sowodie is typical of ACFC (Aberdeen Clinic and Fistula Center) patients. Iye has given birth

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You might as well get to know a bit about me, while you're on my blog, right? It seems that the visited country map is very popular among people that have lived on ships, like me.Yes, I've been to all the red countries, which means I've been around the world a bit, but not quite. 44 countries is only 19% of the world. And I have to admit, I haven't been to Alaska.As for Russia, well...only the

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Hi, there's a suspicion I have and sometimes I feel certain that I'm truly the most fortunate girl in the world.It's not the first time I say this. Why? I think it's mostly because I know it. It's all a matter of knowing how to count your blessings...perhaps I'm gifted with that. It's a gift I profit from in the first place.A lot of this is also because I simply know myself loved. There's a great

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Studying midwifery in a country where abortion is legal during the first 14 weeks of pregnancy, you are expected to visit an abortion clinic. I did today. It was awful. They don't tell you that it's awful. They say that 1 in 5 women here will at some point before they reach the age of 50 choose for such a procedure. I hope that's not true. I fear it will be true. It is just too easy, even

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I'm starting a blog and asking to be silenced. That's because you never know what foolish things I may say and I hope someone will stop me when it gets bad!I considered blogging, because sometimes I read or experience things that I want to share and why not post that where people read it who choose to read it. But I do dread the consequences of everyone being able to marvel at my

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