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I´ve been a pedicure virgin for the longest time - actually until yesterday!! Coming from Norway we don´t really care about showing off our toes all the time, sometimes there could be exactly 5 days a year that it would even be an option!! But living so much in the States the last 17 years it´s still a wonder how I´ve been able to stay away from the salons for such a long time. Pedicure... foot massage... toenail-party... were all very foreign concepts to me until arriving in the States. I laughed hearing about it the first time, realizing that some girls actually would spend a considerable amount of money - regularly - on getting their toes filed and painted!!! That was beyond my imagination!!! I must have seen some clips from American High school movies portraying this, but still, I think I thought it only existed in movies!!! And not for real ! Well.... yesterday was the day... Christina pushed me into coming.... she herself went for the first time a couple of months ago, ...

Well, I´ve been here almost two and a half months, but haven´t said much about that place I´m in yet. So where am I really?!? I wrote about it two years ago in What´s so special about YWAM Kona but I haven´t put out much about the place this time around. So here are some pictures of the missionary training base I currently live in - right now containing over 1000 people (students and staff) on a big piece of land in a corner of Kailua-Kona, Hawaii. This is what greats you when you enter the center of the base. The flags of all the different nations that are here, beautiful statues and fountains, names of hundreds of YWAM´ers carved on rocks and information and rocks from many of the nations represented. You´ll meet the flags of the nations many places on this campus. This is the open air meeting hall (and during the day a basketball court) where we gather twice a week to celebrate and worship.     Some pictures of the incredible open air Banyan tr...

Ikke en spurv til jorden   Ikke en spurv til jorden uten at Gud er med. Ikke en sjel mot døden uten hans kjærlighet! Ikke en blomst er visnet, ikke en tåre falt uten at Gud vet om det, han som er over alt. Tro det når stormen herjer bladløse vintertrær! Tro det når brenning bryter over de nakne skjær! Tro det når ubeskyttet midt i en kamp du står. Tro det når helt alene du med en smerte går. Tro det når noe brister uten å vokse frem. Tro det når noen mister det som var alt for dem! Tro det når håp går under uten å reise seg: Ikke en spurv til jorden! Det er et ord til deg.   Sørgearmbåndet jeg har båret i et år 13.01.2013 10:08 " Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care. ..." Matthew 10.29

Happy new year everybody, and may it be filled with love for all of you! Love ... what is love?! I´ve thought a bit about this over Christmas, a season which is supposed to be filled with love and joy, a season especially for family, to come closer, to celebrate, to spend time and give presents to show how we feel about each other. Living with the family Helland of five, rooming with 9-year old Kaleb has made me experience this in a very close way. `Coz what is love actually ?! Actually Christina and I ended up watching that movie one of the nights of Christmas, the famous, fun-loving Christmas show "Love Actually." The movie portrays a lot of different people in and out of love, from family relationships to friendships. They go through all kinds of different stuff, but through it all we end up with that familiar good-loving feeling inside, seeing the boy getting the girl, the best man being honest about his feelings and befriends his best friend´s wife, the British b...

Well, it is that special time a year, those special days with those closest and dearest to us. All the traditions. All the time together. But he won´t be home for Christmas this time... My sister just blogged about our first Christmas without our Dad -  "Den første julen" . And not just him, also Mom will spend this time apart from us. It is a special time, for all, in special circumstances. I´m sitting at Starbucks, listening to my favorite Christmas CD (Mosaic choir) and looking through pictures of Dad and trying to sob quietly. The tears come almost as soon as I see his dear face, the pictures where he smiles and the ones where he is in pain. Life has continued to go on, we think about him, but life has moved forward... and then suddenly it all comes back, and mountains of tears appear from nowhere. It hits me again, that I have actually lost him, and that I can´t believe how he is just gone. I don´t think it´s possible to prepare for it. Even if I had, it would not ...

  Another week is over. Number six to be exact. I´ve been here about six weeks, and to Christina´s surprise I´m not yet tanner than her! I haven´t been going «suncrazy» or off to the beach all the time at all. It´s surprising also to me. Maybe it was enough with that incredible week in Greece with Ina that gave me the sun I needed for this winter..? Anyways, I´m tan enough and I would rather spend a day outside at a café overlooking the ocean and think about nothing. Write a little. Read some news online. Drink coffee and look at all the people walking by. So – is the universe finally coming into place again after some weeks away? Is there cosmic order again? Am I finding God in this place? Well, I wouldn´t give any easy answers, and nothing definite, but something is for sure happening. It is so slow and goes by so unnoticed, though, that it is hard to pinpoint what exactly is going on. But somehow something seems to be falling into place, something inside and someth...

Yeah, I actually bought this T-shirt in 2005 when living in Hawaii at the time. And I also wore it a few times. I thought it was pretty cool. I thought it said something important about me . And maybe it did. Now I kinda laugh thinking about it. "in´de´pen´dent.... me in a nutshell... `coz I didn´t need nobody!" Not that independence isn´t good, and right at times. Not that I don´t appreciate my own individuality, but because I´m wanting to write about what´s going on in my life - now - this blogpost is about being dependent. Did you know that a child actually has to learn to be dependent before it can learn how to be independent? I didn´t. Not until a wise missionary girl, Leslie Freeman, with a master in child education, devoting her life to children at risk in the poor area of Jaco in Costa Rica, told me so. Yeah, that´s actually a big part of the first years of a child´s life. It´s not so much about learning how to socialize, it´s not so much about the ability to ...

I have contemplated writing this blog post in Norwegian to not offend anyone... I decided not to, so I´m sorry all you American readers ( who are you by the way, and what on Earth is "vampirestat"?! I suddenly have a lot of new readers in the US!!) but I think I have to blog about an incident today. I love America, and Americans, and a week ago I blogged about how much I learn from your school system, and would like to see more of it in my own country. The list of what I love could go on and on. I love Costco (it´s like ten times the size of Coop), I love that everything is big here - everywhere , and cheap too!!! I love how you can send stuff in the mail anywhere in the whole country within a few days for almost nothing, and how you literally can get a hold of almost anything under the sun, and even multiple choices of them! I absolutely love the weather!!! Here and everywhere I´ve been in the States. And I love walking down the street and some stranger walks by, s...

It´s always nice getting real letters, or even packages in the mail!! And especially if you are away. So if anyone wants to write me, my address is: Renate Solberg    c/o Magnar Helland 75-5851 Kuakini hwy  #95 Kailua Kona HI 96740-2199 USA I promise to respond!! I know this is a long shot in our day and age when we can mail and chat and snapchat, but really, there is nothing like a real, handwritten letter from home!! I get nostalgic thinking about my days in South Korea waiting for letters and Norwegian chocolate and brown cheese. It has never tasted better, and the letters have never been read more thoroughly. Today Christina and I started our Christmas shopping. Christina is extremely excited about being almost done before December 1st. I don´t think that has ever happened before . (Or ever will... if you ask my opinion...) For me it´s pretty normal - I absolutely hate shopping after middle of December when people are running around like wildmen in the...

Well, I totally thought I would blog about this earlier, but yes, my status has shifted from `working´ till `student.´ I don´t know for how long or where I´ll end up on this path, but I´ve decided to give it a try. I´ve been rethinking (is that a word?) my life many times the last months. And I decided to take a break, at least, from teaching and study for a year or two. I miss my last job more than I would have thought, though I only worked there a short time it was such a great challenge to get to teach High school and meet so many uniqe new people. I miss being part of a working environment, the mandatory coffee in every break, and talks about our hard working and not-so-hard working pupils!! So I started student life after more or less six years of teaching and am, to my surprise and relief, enjoying it a lot. I was wondering how I would feel, if I would handle it, if I would even like the subjects in "global studies." And I did! I loved it! If I could, I would read a...

So I´m officially 35, and it sounds crazy to me! 35 , that´s like half way to 70!!! Not many years ago I thought about that as being middle aged!! So do I have to act a certain way now? Be all wise and talk in a specific manner, nod slowly when I listen to people to appear grown-up, quite shopping at H&M and BikBok, start using only gold and silver (no more plastic-fantastic) and change my life to characterize the age-stage I´m at? To some extend my life isn´t all that different from 13 years ago... am I even grown-up then? When I don´t have the house and the kids and the career and the stable life I thought I´d have by now. I think I definitely did not think I would be and feel like this turning 35, when Anett and I from the age of 16 to 18-years old would sit on top of the hillside, giving us the greatest view over our little town, and talk - and dreeeeaaaam about the future!! We only saw potential and opportunities, and life would definitely be smashing and amazing and lived...