Jonna, Morten’s mom, was nice enough to take me for a stroll through the charming city of Aalborg. Along the way we discovered this amazing church. It looks like the amazing ones I always see on TV or in movies but being inside it in real life was just breath taking.
As I clicked pictures of the hand carved woodwork, Gothic ceilings and ornate doors I wondered at all the miracle and mysteries that might have surrounded this place over the hundreds of years it has been here.
Coming from America I seem to appreciate the history and age of this building more than the people who get to see it every day. I marvel at how well preserved everything is, wondering if a child had ever scratched their initials into the pews during service like I always thought of but never tried.
“How many grandpas have fallen asleep under those high ceilings only to be smacked in the back of the head by grandmas.” Giggles…
As I stand before God in this holy place I feel somehow smaller, yet bigger at the same time. No matter what time or place, we all were drawn to this church for a reason. Just standing in these walls I have now become a tiny part of it’s history and it mine. My heart feels fuller…my soul less empty.
Mom and I step back onto the street and everything is brighter. I feel almost surprised that life has gone on while we were inside the tiny treasure of a church. People are hurrying through the streets and passing by it’s doors without a second look…I smile and look at my mother in law. Somehow I feel we share a secret that everyone else around us will never understand because they did not take the time to walk inside those doors as we did.
Our steps are light as we continue our search for adventure:D
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