If you ain’t Dutch you ain’t much

It’s been awhile since I left my home country, Holland. I have traveled many countries and went wherever God sent me. On a certain day I met my wife, we got married and now we live in the U.S.A. The rest is history.

 

IMG_7343Even though I was away from home for a couple of years I was mostly in Europe so I flew home almost every 6 months or so. It’s a little different now since the Atlantic seems to be a bit bigger then the Mediterranean ¬†and my house is not floating no more. God did bless us with our first year of our marriage in Holland but this also gives us a lot to miss. I never really experienced missing home so much as I do now. We were in the “World Market” in Asheville the other day and I was going trough their isle of foreign foods finding myself emotional because a jar of peanut butter said “PindaKaas” on it and they had hagelsalg and stroopwafels. Wondering what was wrong with me, I realized that part of me is Dutch and rather eats pindakaas then peanut butter. ¬†Whatsoever, I do live in the States now and home is whereever I am with Joy and Pommy (this is the name of our unborn baby). Right now we are in the mountains surrounded by hippies and hillbillies.

Me and me friend went to the hardware store not to long ago and we were taking our time talking to the employers about the weather and loafing around when all of the sudden it dawned on me that these are real people and they are living in their home country, The United States of America. I always love it when God put things in their perspective again.