As a Child,I became interested in my family background and hoped someday to cultivate ties with Norway, my ancestral homeland. During my school years, I learned about Norwegian culture, and eventually enrolled in a study-abroad program that placed me in Ringsaker, Norway.
After settling in at school, I occasionally had happy days, but my poor command of Norwegian made it difficult to keep pace with my studies. And I didn't feel as much camaraderie with the other students as I'd anticipated. I began to wonder if I'd ever feel the kindred ties I'd traveled so far to find.
About six months into the school year, I injured my knee while skiing and was confined to bed. When the headmaster's wife, who taught at the school, came to check on me, she seemed quite concerned, and told me she would call a doctor. I'd successfully turned to God for healing in the past, though, and I was confident healed through reliance on Him this time. But my best efforts to explain to her my trust in God, and my desire to rely on prayer for healing, was unsuccessful.
