{Janet’s Germany} Giechburg Castle

selah_candace_rose_Giechburg_1The Giechburg Castle is right outside Scheßlitz in Upper Franconia, Bavaria, Germany. It looks over Scheßlitz and the Bamberg region. Janet likes to call it The Topless Castle because the roofs were taken off in the Romantic Age. selah_candace_rose_Giechburg_2The castle was first mentioned in writing in 1125, and came into the possession of the prince-bishops of Bamberg in 1390. selah_candace_rose_Giechburg_3It as fun walking around there and seeing flowers growing out of walls and the 4290+ year old tree! selah_candace_rose_Giechburg_4 selah_candace_rose_Giechburg_5 selah_candace_rose_Giechburg_6 selah_candace_rose_Giechburg_7 selah_candace_rose_Giechburg_8

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Duluth Here We Come!

This year my friend Kathy and I went to see Celtic Thunder in Duluth. Kathy treated us to the Sound Check Party, which was a blast to see some of the craic that happens behind the scenes ad also be able to take pictures! While we waited for the Party to start, we walked by the water and had fun watching ice melt.celtic_thunder_sound_check_party_duluth_minnesotaThe next morning, we packed up and drove up to Gooseberry Falls before heading home.

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{Janet} What is a Missionary? pt. 1

Introducing…Janet! Janet is a dear friend of mine who has moved to Germany to make a home and show God’s love to the people in a small town called Meissen. She is also my first guest blogger. And this is her first guest blog. hee!

Enter Janet:

_MG_3082Before you read on, I want you to know two things:
1. Missions go very deep into the core of who I am.
2. I would be one of the very worst missionaries out there if I had to live up to what I grew up believing a missionary was.

For as long as I can remember I have heard about, listened to, and been around honest to goodness living, breathing, adventurous missionaries.

They came to my home church and told us of their tales, sent letters and personal notes, stayed in our home, ate meals with us. Our church supported and took care of these missionaries. I guess you could say that had a big impact on my already imaginative young mind and in many ways shaped my thinking.

As I grew up, those thoughts of what I viewed as missionary work didn’t change much. To me a missionary was someone who went and lived in the wilds of Africa, Cambodia or perhaps India or China. Those people were daring and bold in their faith, risking life and limb to show people who Jesus is and that he is real. THAT was a Missionary!

After working a mainstream job in the medical field for several years in South Dakota and Minnesota, I decided to do what I really wanted to do. I did a whole lot of praying and sought council from people I trusted and then made the plunge: I was going to finally be a Missionary.

So, at the bright age of 32 I set off with a missions organization; not really knowing what I was doing, but “doing the stuff.” It lead me to some very interesting places, and it slowly changed my view of what a missionary is.

I moved to Germany two years ago to work with the same missions organization I had been doing short term stuff with for a few years. They were starting a new base and needed help. I learned to speak German and learned more about the German culture. This was it!

But God had other plans for me, more things to teach me.

I have since left the mission organization I was with in Germany. I still live in Germany and work in the health care field again, this time in Elder Care. I am no longer a “Missionary” by the standard definition.

What I have discovered is the standard definition doesn’t cover all there is to being a missionary.

Before I tell you what I learned (next week), what do you think a missionary is?

Germany – Janet = Happy Minneapolis

Waaaaay back in August, Janet was able to scrimp and save and get off work and fly from Germany to Minneapolis for a week. It had been two years since we had seen or hugged Janet. Two. Years. We packed SO MUCH into that week, I can hardly believe it! There was eating, driving and eating, talkign and eating, parties and eating, a wedding and eating, eating Juicy Lucy’s, shopping, eating, German chocolate eating….get the idea?janet1 janet2