Being back in New Zealand is like coming home. Partially because there are a lot of Irish people and a lot of sheep, but mostly because this was home for me for three months. The YWAM base smells the same. And lots of the people are the same, if a little new and improved by their world travels.
It's odd that a wooden house in a village in New Zealand could feel like home to me and a host of Americans. It's good, though, amazing even. (It's almost as if God exists, invites us all to be his children, people from all over the world and unites us with bonds that are as strong and sometimes stronger than family ties.)
www.ywamoxford.com
Had ice cream today at the ice cream shop, spent some time in the tree house and in the hammock. Walked up to the look out. Everywhere is a hundred good memories. It's even better now though, because Lucia can see it all too.
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Hey Con,
That should be www.ywamoxford.org
I'm glad you seem to be enjoying yourself. I scraped through last semester with a 6, a 7 and an 11 and hope to do better in May. Feeling a lot more confident in my own abilities now. Rediscovering the healthy Robert.
God bless,
Robert
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