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Bringing in the New Year!



I spent NYE with a small group from the connect group at church.
This is Faith, who has been such a kind friend to me since I arrived!
She has been so faithful to pick me up for church and small group.

I had a lovely time, and enjoyed the 'newness' of it all!
We had 'take away'
(for my Canadian friends that means take out food )
Which here usually means Indian food



On to the game portion of the evening
And the countdown begins

   

It was fantastic not to have to watch 'The Ball' drop on tv
(which I always find to be a over hyped let down)

The fire works were incredible!

Welcome to January 2012

My prayer is to grow to know the love and truth of
God more each day as I move forward into a new year.
And may you also come to know Him and love Him more each day.





Comments

  1. Breanne3 January 2012 at 01:05

    Hey Sheens, It looks like you had some great company for New Years! I agree, fireworks make New Years so much better. New Years in Germany was so much better than in Canada. Everyone was out on the streets setting off fireworks. The whole city was 'on fire'. It was awesome. I could see why Sebastian thought New Years at home was boring. But I compromised with him and said: Okay, New Years is better in Germany, but Christmas is so much better in Canada...He agreed.

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  2. Unknown3 January 2012 at 09:54

    I'm glad you fun on New Years Eve! I've always loved New Years Eve in Canada, but also agree watching the ball drop is overrated!
    Since we had to fly out early on the first we decided to move NYE to the 30th. But I guess if I couldn't spend NYE playing games with my family until the early hours of the morning then perhaps I should scoot on over to Europe, it sounds like fun!

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