People say that they hate the world today.
-Or that they hate the corporate scemes, politics, certain world leaders ( who really aren't leading the way for anything promising at all), or even their neighbors....
Too bad the blindspot is why that hate is there , why those things are now seen in sich a negative way is missed. The downfall.
The selfishness -with no means to an end-. There lies the wreckless abandon. There we see the evil we truly disagree with. It's more than politics and religion, its far more touchable and humane than those things. People out to prove freedom and love at the expense of others, for the sake of self...its ridiculous. Now, what I find, is that we all hate evil itself. Unless you are one of the common people who, today, are apathetic and disagree with anything about hate. In your cases then, you don't disagree with the evils in the world today at all, let alone the evil I'm speaking of. How invisible evil is hey? We never see it coming, we just see it once it arrives and is settled. In the visual side-effects. The poverty, disease and uncivil wars. Pity we don't learn from the past in order that we may see the evil coming sooner than later. But no, the closer we pretend we are, the worse off many others are becoming. The nameless souls and countless test runs on societies that fall and arn't invested in further so they may pick themselves up again...how convenient.
No. What I hate is the evil. The evil alone. I live and love that we may conquer it.
To conquer the evil that got friends in high school down a road of abortions, the evil that left them longing for a false, temporary love or good feeling in themselves and stopped them from seeing something greater. Or maybe the worser, stole from them the strength and courage to keep fighting the battles we come across in life, the fact that everyone is priceless and worth the world. Worth dying for...
hmmm. the evil that breaks into personal lives through gossip, jelousy and insecurity...it breaks friendships, trust and hearts ..I hate that evil too.
-Victory over the relationships, friends, political downfalls, the religiously ignorant...its what I long for in loving the Good. Honestly, to take hold of the evil that attempts justice, according to our lack of conviction and common morality, seems a worthwhile thing to invest in on a longterm journey, no?
To take up the weight of others selflessly, trusting the Good and Love will prevail, is only so difficult for some because they don't want to lose what they feel they have claim to. How dare we give up our beamer so that a family can live and eat elsewhere. We can't even clean up our rubbish from the tables of maccas or subway..not even christians! So how can we possibly take a stand, grab hold of a responsability bigger than our pop or fries container? If evil had names and categories, perhaps lazyness deserves first place. And why is it so hard for us to walk by rubbish and pick it up, placing it in its rightful place?
If we take a stand in the right way, we can put anything in it's rightful place.
Be it rubbish or global warming, we need to clean up our acts. Pieces of bravery, love, hope and the will to fight can slowly fall away in us if we don't stick up for what is right.
When we don't stick up for what is right over time, we forget what is.
What I hate is the evil.
All the precious life wasted as others justify theirs with all scales of injustice.
I hate the rubbish we don't clean up.
...sitting on the table we eat off of, right under our noses.
If we could only take the time and effort to see far enough.
If we could just reach out,grab it, get up and take a step closer.
If we would put it in it's rightful place...
- could you?
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Mr. Wonderful
its not about whether or not I have an eye on anyone. or that he has his eyes on me. both of them.
it IS;however, about sitting down and spending the evening with Jesus. You know? hangin out. praying. talking. seeing and thinking about things the way he does, or would, if he were a fan of grey's anatomy./ I can't believe he packed up and left so fast! wow. ( season final,wedding insanity)
These past few days i have been so acutely aware of the fact that God is with us at all times. that he enables, empowers, and presents a vast array of oppotunities constantly throughout a single day. Tonight I was watching t.v. and during the wedding thing, i don't know... call is a female *nesting* syndrome moment. But I all of a sudden felt the love that was not just around, but inside of me. it was a big breakthrough. i mean, aware of Jesus and all of his love? -yes.
but aware of the fact that he's working in me, and that includes working on how I am going to love someone so much one day. It was...beyond assuring. I mean, being here at Hillsong makes is SO easy to experience the love of God, but also fairly difficult to believe that I will get to experience it with another person. No, its not that theres no one i know here, because i am getting to know many incredible people.
But the hard part pops up ..not daily.. maybe a few times a week. when i miss home. when i have no money for food. when i look at myself in a reflection of a wall in the mall and see someone who could look a bit better if she had more than about 4 shirts, rotated,week in and week out. consumption ,for me , is at a minimum. and I am not complaining because i really do LOVE it. I love that I respect what God gave me, that I dont waste money or take anything i have for granted. i like my * green slash Jesus slash hippie and world peace slash out to make a movement of love and justice in the world of a heart*..... but the more I find me. the more I am finding it harder to believe there is someone out there as... umm.. eccentric? eclectic? some random, rare adjective like that. and the fear can't get to me, i wont let it. I trust God has him stored away somewhere. And I pray that God is working and growing in his beautiful heart just as much as He is working on mine here. So there it is. tonite. a love so deep discovered in my heart that I can't wai to give and share with one man someday. I think the most exciting part of.. relational aspects... is the discovery that I have that love, and that desire to give it.
Those of you who know me can say that I am more likely to read Wild at Heart to better understand myself than captivating. and its true, I had to read wild at heart to prep myself for captivating, which i still didnt really like all too much. I just dont understand why the typical christian woman or wife is seen as the backseater. the mom in the kitchen. the household side.
YES! i love it! yes, i am a neat freak and kid lover. but, why cant the church start some new promo that says, hey! we realize that there are women of God out there who would rather chop some firewood for their woodstove and cabin than turn the propane knob.
there are christian women out there who would rather build huts and spend a lifetime among the communities of the nations and investing in them be in through development, health, law or education..than... than spending a lifetime raising family.
and i believe you CAN do both. I also think you can do one instead of the other.
not sure what I'm really getting at anymore.
there's just been such a typical stereotypical image set out as the *proper* female christian, and it has made it anything but easy finding my place and image and self as a female christian,even one as the only christian in the family. as a woman to be a wife. as a wife to be something more than that... and im not complaining, because im not bitter. but.. when you realize so quickly that you are the girl not dating someone in the church, but that the girl who's dad is the pastor, or works for the church, or mom owns a christian company, or something like that.. that is the *good christian girlfriend* the one the guys go after. its not a judgement thing or bitter comment, just an observation. One that can slightly dampen hopes of being seen * just as good of a women* as those raised in a christian family.
granted, even today it can rear its head like a cloud overway among certain crowds, pouring over my head and heart with insecurities that I won't ever be good enough....
thats such devilwork. on any level, feeling like you will never be good enough???!
thats definately not of God, and not what the bible says. But something tells me that unti I see it proven wrong in a realistic sense, some part of me will still easily fall for that stupid lie.
its definately something to work on getting rid of. Something I need to pray about and take to God. Its something that needs to be mended in my heart. Its an outlook that needs to be proven wrong. That even though its a pattern, I am not a pattern, but a part of God's intricate design.
The more i find out about who I am, the more I can't help but feel encouraged and a bit curious at the same time. I mean, if I'm this random and creative, crazy and fickle...whats my husband going to be like?
A slight image of a courageous, lumber-jack*ish, gentleman meets man of the wilderness comes to mind. protector. ooo. thats such a cool word. say it.. PROTECT OOORR
i wonder if he'll have a beard. i can take that. thats pretty sweet.
basically my husband will look like Jesus. Which, when you think about it, is what he should look and be and live like right?
i wonder if he'd even have a bit of a beard...
signed,
excited for the future, skinny jeans, leggins,unknown, new overseas friends and relationships,great barrier travelling, living and loving forever and a day, youth ministry for the year, bass playing,ushering with lois,theatre-going,phototaking,play watching, writing, women of God, reading.....tea drinking.. ok. you get the idea. i need sleep. buenos noches.
it IS;however, about sitting down and spending the evening with Jesus. You know? hangin out. praying. talking. seeing and thinking about things the way he does, or would, if he were a fan of grey's anatomy./ I can't believe he packed up and left so fast! wow. ( season final,wedding insanity)
These past few days i have been so acutely aware of the fact that God is with us at all times. that he enables, empowers, and presents a vast array of oppotunities constantly throughout a single day. Tonight I was watching t.v. and during the wedding thing, i don't know... call is a female *nesting* syndrome moment. But I all of a sudden felt the love that was not just around, but inside of me. it was a big breakthrough. i mean, aware of Jesus and all of his love? -yes.
but aware of the fact that he's working in me, and that includes working on how I am going to love someone so much one day. It was...beyond assuring. I mean, being here at Hillsong makes is SO easy to experience the love of God, but also fairly difficult to believe that I will get to experience it with another person. No, its not that theres no one i know here, because i am getting to know many incredible people.
But the hard part pops up ..not daily.. maybe a few times a week. when i miss home. when i have no money for food. when i look at myself in a reflection of a wall in the mall and see someone who could look a bit better if she had more than about 4 shirts, rotated,week in and week out. consumption ,for me , is at a minimum. and I am not complaining because i really do LOVE it. I love that I respect what God gave me, that I dont waste money or take anything i have for granted. i like my * green slash Jesus slash hippie and world peace slash out to make a movement of love and justice in the world of a heart*..... but the more I find me. the more I am finding it harder to believe there is someone out there as... umm.. eccentric? eclectic? some random, rare adjective like that. and the fear can't get to me, i wont let it. I trust God has him stored away somewhere. And I pray that God is working and growing in his beautiful heart just as much as He is working on mine here. So there it is. tonite. a love so deep discovered in my heart that I can't wai to give and share with one man someday. I think the most exciting part of.. relational aspects... is the discovery that I have that love, and that desire to give it.
Those of you who know me can say that I am more likely to read Wild at Heart to better understand myself than captivating. and its true, I had to read wild at heart to prep myself for captivating, which i still didnt really like all too much. I just dont understand why the typical christian woman or wife is seen as the backseater. the mom in the kitchen. the household side.
YES! i love it! yes, i am a neat freak and kid lover. but, why cant the church start some new promo that says, hey! we realize that there are women of God out there who would rather chop some firewood for their woodstove and cabin than turn the propane knob.
there are christian women out there who would rather build huts and spend a lifetime among the communities of the nations and investing in them be in through development, health, law or education..than... than spending a lifetime raising family.
and i believe you CAN do both. I also think you can do one instead of the other.
not sure what I'm really getting at anymore.
there's just been such a typical stereotypical image set out as the *proper* female christian, and it has made it anything but easy finding my place and image and self as a female christian,even one as the only christian in the family. as a woman to be a wife. as a wife to be something more than that... and im not complaining, because im not bitter. but.. when you realize so quickly that you are the girl not dating someone in the church, but that the girl who's dad is the pastor, or works for the church, or mom owns a christian company, or something like that.. that is the *good christian girlfriend* the one the guys go after. its not a judgement thing or bitter comment, just an observation. One that can slightly dampen hopes of being seen * just as good of a women* as those raised in a christian family.
granted, even today it can rear its head like a cloud overway among certain crowds, pouring over my head and heart with insecurities that I won't ever be good enough....
thats such devilwork. on any level, feeling like you will never be good enough???!
thats definately not of God, and not what the bible says. But something tells me that unti I see it proven wrong in a realistic sense, some part of me will still easily fall for that stupid lie.
its definately something to work on getting rid of. Something I need to pray about and take to God. Its something that needs to be mended in my heart. Its an outlook that needs to be proven wrong. That even though its a pattern, I am not a pattern, but a part of God's intricate design.
The more i find out about who I am, the more I can't help but feel encouraged and a bit curious at the same time. I mean, if I'm this random and creative, crazy and fickle...whats my husband going to be like?
A slight image of a courageous, lumber-jack*ish, gentleman meets man of the wilderness comes to mind. protector. ooo. thats such a cool word. say it.. PROTECT OOORR
i wonder if he'll have a beard. i can take that. thats pretty sweet.
basically my husband will look like Jesus. Which, when you think about it, is what he should look and be and live like right?
i wonder if he'd even have a bit of a beard...
signed,
excited for the future, skinny jeans, leggins,unknown, new overseas friends and relationships,great barrier travelling, living and loving forever and a day, youth ministry for the year, bass playing,ushering with lois,theatre-going,phototaking,play watching, writing, women of God, reading.....tea drinking.. ok. you get the idea. i need sleep. buenos noches.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
let it out.part 2
Final thoughts and reflections: AKA. PART TWO: SelflessGood people. Good hearts and spirits. Good head on their shouldersPoor organization. Poor handing out of basic information.Does that mean poor leadership? At a college of leadership?Realizing that we arnt all perfect and that its a HUGE church and HUGE college to manage and take care of, and that there are problems with everything people do.. I know all this.. but.. it seems to me that when you become aware of the problems that are repeated in students every intake, the same clueless questioning looks from students ...you would locate the problem, and atleast TRY to fix it.
Is anyone hearing me? Am I talking to myself? Considering the house here mainly makes sounds in Africaans, I'm starting to think I am talking to myself. I am crying to myself. I am stuck inside myself, alone. Cut off from you guys. I love and miss you. Kidnap me, please.
Its weird how God grows missions and a passion for justice in a person. A love revolution is hard to be broken inside of your heart. You get bombarded with it. Attacked by the differences and washed over in a semi-cultural shock that has invaded every single fibre of your being and you can't shake it off. Then, you break, you carry the burdens. They weigh you down unless you hand them to God straight away.BUT, of course, God wants you to FEEL the weight. the sin. the failures and pains of this world. So you must wait for Him to come. To relieve you, to work in you the passing of hopelessness to hopefull and trusting in Him and His justice. WOW.
It's hard to find, especially given the critical head on my shoulders. The bitterness has faded and for the last 3 days I seem to be crying on and off. For India, Haiti,Africa. For widows and children...For the compromises humanity is making, or forcing others to make on a daily basis. For the world. For the love and salvation and HOPE - that everyone out there really needs to be aware of and see as a cure to the ailings of societies and cultures worldwide. We don't event know how to pick up our own garbage from a cafe, and the same species is supposed to be able to aid in the effects of global warming, provide free health and education and food to everyone? We need to first learn how to pick up after ourselves. And man, that's got me most hopeless of all. Again, the tears. God save us from our horrible mistakes. Please let hearts and eyes open and ACT. Bring forth your hands and feet from the shackles they've been trained to sit in .You have unlocked them, given us the key. Pray we put down the chains and pick up our crosses, however hard it may be. Let us know we are free. And the responsibilities it holds. Remind us this is not a free cruise ship, that we must be out in the life boats , ready for the call to head out and retrieve the lost, the drowining.
Be careful what you pray for, it just might be answered.it's like a joke, but the biggest moment of my life at the same time. God, why have I had an interest in everyother place but africa. Why do I care, but remain uninterested in the specifics. Please, help me understand this. If I meant to make a change, to go and love on the nations and make a breakthrough with this generation and a change that shifts hearts and heads, give me the evidence it's what I am to do. Please God, show me something.
And BAM.-The next week I head on a plane. I have a vision of being barefoot in a hut at sunset.(which I remember from 2 years ago)
-I have no bed. No place to rest my head. And God gives me a garage full of bedding and blankets,hangers and shoes. I have never owned more that 2 pairs of shoes at once before, and now am clothed and blessed with lovely satiny,shiney church shoes?
- I am a woman of God and now knowing it. Realizing the authority and power in Him. Opening up to His strength and letting it out in dreams and ideas placed there by the creative creator.
-I am in a house of Africa, with film, food , language, visiting families and all round way of doing things. I am learning and breaking and being pruned constantly. Faith once rooted is now growing and running out of room for soil, so now I need to shop for that with no money in my bank account.
-Still I can't help but tithe and offer to God the nothing I have. There is nothing greater that giving. All I Need Is Him.
Careful: dreams just mite come true. granted they can first come crashing into your sleep like a nightmare, but once you awaken into them they reveal this truthfulness that you've never really heard until it strikes like a chord. Diminished? maybe. But once it resolves...You can't help but let it ring into you.affecting you. changing you. and playing that same progression over and over again. Powerful. For the first time, you really do hear it. You really do understand it. You get the theory of it all and how to use it. And its applied into your life forever in a variety of different ways. It affects how you play. How you play the game. Your actions. All beacuse of the way you hear it. Wo. thats a different note. maybe ill get to that one sometime.
Is anyone hearing me? Am I talking to myself? Considering the house here mainly makes sounds in Africaans, I'm starting to think I am talking to myself. I am crying to myself. I am stuck inside myself, alone. Cut off from you guys. I love and miss you. Kidnap me, please.
Its weird how God grows missions and a passion for justice in a person. A love revolution is hard to be broken inside of your heart. You get bombarded with it. Attacked by the differences and washed over in a semi-cultural shock that has invaded every single fibre of your being and you can't shake it off. Then, you break, you carry the burdens. They weigh you down unless you hand them to God straight away.BUT, of course, God wants you to FEEL the weight. the sin. the failures and pains of this world. So you must wait for Him to come. To relieve you, to work in you the passing of hopelessness to hopefull and trusting in Him and His justice. WOW.
It's hard to find, especially given the critical head on my shoulders. The bitterness has faded and for the last 3 days I seem to be crying on and off. For India, Haiti,Africa. For widows and children...For the compromises humanity is making, or forcing others to make on a daily basis. For the world. For the love and salvation and HOPE - that everyone out there really needs to be aware of and see as a cure to the ailings of societies and cultures worldwide. We don't event know how to pick up our own garbage from a cafe, and the same species is supposed to be able to aid in the effects of global warming, provide free health and education and food to everyone? We need to first learn how to pick up after ourselves. And man, that's got me most hopeless of all. Again, the tears. God save us from our horrible mistakes. Please let hearts and eyes open and ACT. Bring forth your hands and feet from the shackles they've been trained to sit in .You have unlocked them, given us the key. Pray we put down the chains and pick up our crosses, however hard it may be. Let us know we are free. And the responsibilities it holds. Remind us this is not a free cruise ship, that we must be out in the life boats , ready for the call to head out and retrieve the lost, the drowining.
Be careful what you pray for, it just might be answered.it's like a joke, but the biggest moment of my life at the same time. God, why have I had an interest in everyother place but africa. Why do I care, but remain uninterested in the specifics. Please, help me understand this. If I meant to make a change, to go and love on the nations and make a breakthrough with this generation and a change that shifts hearts and heads, give me the evidence it's what I am to do. Please God, show me something.
And BAM.-The next week I head on a plane. I have a vision of being barefoot in a hut at sunset.(which I remember from 2 years ago)
-I have no bed. No place to rest my head. And God gives me a garage full of bedding and blankets,hangers and shoes. I have never owned more that 2 pairs of shoes at once before, and now am clothed and blessed with lovely satiny,shiney church shoes?
- I am a woman of God and now knowing it. Realizing the authority and power in Him. Opening up to His strength and letting it out in dreams and ideas placed there by the creative creator.
-I am in a house of Africa, with film, food , language, visiting families and all round way of doing things. I am learning and breaking and being pruned constantly. Faith once rooted is now growing and running out of room for soil, so now I need to shop for that with no money in my bank account.
-Still I can't help but tithe and offer to God the nothing I have. There is nothing greater that giving. All I Need Is Him.
Careful: dreams just mite come true. granted they can first come crashing into your sleep like a nightmare, but once you awaken into them they reveal this truthfulness that you've never really heard until it strikes like a chord. Diminished? maybe. But once it resolves...You can't help but let it ring into you.affecting you. changing you. and playing that same progression over and over again. Powerful. For the first time, you really do hear it. You really do understand it. You get the theory of it all and how to use it. And its applied into your life forever in a variety of different ways. It affects how you play. How you play the game. Your actions. All beacuse of the way you hear it. Wo. thats a different note. maybe ill get to that one sometime.
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Covered white as snow
Cover me white as snow.
just searching some youth groups and young churches, ran into this.
EdCooper's "When Grace Stopped By":
(preached and shared with revolution Charlotte,revolution church.com)
When Grace stopped by my darkened soul,I wondered just how long Grace would stay.
I know that God made Grace possible,Through the blood of His only Child.
That only made me feel more unworthy,Of such a great and wondrous sacrifice.
My soul is so black that even I can not look,For more than a few moments at a time.
Now Grace has stopped by,I fear Grace will run away.But you know she has stayed a few days,And my soul seems lighter when I look.
What a grand day when I know Grace will stay,And my soul will be white as snow.
Then when I look in the mirror of my soul I will see,Not what the world sees
but what God has always seen.
Its crazy just how powerful the Presence of God can be. After being annointed the other nite, you could just feel the grace and Love falling down on us. I have never felt that before. Not with that much understanding and peace in my heart enough to embrace it and love who and what God is that much more for it.
-this Dustin Kensrue cd is awesome, thanks devon-
anyways, after meeting 4 marks and the words warrior, and power poppin up all around.
God used my roommate to remind me of something from the week.
...I asked God , during one of the rallies, that if I was thinking right, understanding what was being revealed to me correctly, that He could give me a sign. This is the first time I have ascked God for a clear sign . Like ACTUALLY physically and not just a spiritual feeling or gut instinct. So God physically places 4 people around me in every situation ( which is very limited for me since I'm not even started in school yet) !
God is all about numerical things. So I searched around the number 4. A verse on prayer matched up from biblegateway and it stuck because I have been seeking how to pray stronger and grow with God steady on in it. SOooO
The prayer verse was about the jewish prayer shawl, and placing tassels on the four sides of the shawl. The four spaces represent God, they spell YHWH-which is Yahweh in....aramaic?? no idea, different research. AnyWHoOdles,
The next description to go with the shawl was what God led me to most. The shawl, the tassles and corners, they were all set up numerically down to the thread with the aims of remembering all ofGods 613 commands for us. That shawl was only the beginning. All the work and knowledge of that shawl and it wasnt even the whole thing for prayer!
Yes, they think about the laws, and God, and various numerical equations for the sake of being crazy mathematicians ( ok. made that one up)... bUT BUTT- the shawl was worn. and there was to be peace. even with the wailing wall... the historical info I found spoke of prayer being known more to the jewish community as listening more than really speaking in a back and forth or a humanly one-sided conversation.
and BAM! That nite ( last nite) I also read parables. Jesus was always saying at the end, ''those who have ears, let him hear" . And I said, c'mon Jesus. Why do you keep saying that? What does it MEAN?! C'mon!! ahK!.
So at 1 am I found myself running into all of these things online and my heart and head let out a resounding. *ahhh* and *woow God, thank you so much*
Who's got ears? I'm working on it now.
oh, and the other significant thing here is that the listening also implied more of a surrendering of your mind and thoughts. So that God could speak to you and work on your heart. And thinking too hard and getting sidetracked have been things that I have found hard lately too. So it's awesome to hear that I'm gaining the knowledge to not think so hard and stop and listen.
.... try to tackle THAT one!
I love it guys, this place is great. The spiritual place I am in is what I find most foreign, and just as mystical and adventurous as the land itself. God has made some pretty funky squalking irds that I can't stop laughing at when I hear them.
no eye has seen. no ear has heart. no heart yet fully knows.
ooOOh baby, the best is yet to come.
just searching some youth groups and young churches, ran into this.
EdCooper's "When Grace Stopped By":
(preached and shared with revolution Charlotte,revolution church.com)
When Grace stopped by my darkened soul,I wondered just how long Grace would stay.
I know that God made Grace possible,Through the blood of His only Child.
That only made me feel more unworthy,Of such a great and wondrous sacrifice.
My soul is so black that even I can not look,For more than a few moments at a time.
Now Grace has stopped by,I fear Grace will run away.But you know she has stayed a few days,And my soul seems lighter when I look.
What a grand day when I know Grace will stay,And my soul will be white as snow.
Then when I look in the mirror of my soul I will see,Not what the world sees
but what God has always seen.
Its crazy just how powerful the Presence of God can be. After being annointed the other nite, you could just feel the grace and Love falling down on us. I have never felt that before. Not with that much understanding and peace in my heart enough to embrace it and love who and what God is that much more for it.
-this Dustin Kensrue cd is awesome, thanks devon-
anyways, after meeting 4 marks and the words warrior, and power poppin up all around.
God used my roommate to remind me of something from the week.
...I asked God , during one of the rallies, that if I was thinking right, understanding what was being revealed to me correctly, that He could give me a sign. This is the first time I have ascked God for a clear sign . Like ACTUALLY physically and not just a spiritual feeling or gut instinct. So God physically places 4 people around me in every situation ( which is very limited for me since I'm not even started in school yet) !
God is all about numerical things. So I searched around the number 4. A verse on prayer matched up from biblegateway and it stuck because I have been seeking how to pray stronger and grow with God steady on in it. SOooO
The prayer verse was about the jewish prayer shawl, and placing tassels on the four sides of the shawl. The four spaces represent God, they spell YHWH-which is Yahweh in....aramaic?? no idea, different research. AnyWHoOdles,
The next description to go with the shawl was what God led me to most. The shawl, the tassles and corners, they were all set up numerically down to the thread with the aims of remembering all ofGods 613 commands for us. That shawl was only the beginning. All the work and knowledge of that shawl and it wasnt even the whole thing for prayer!
Yes, they think about the laws, and God, and various numerical equations for the sake of being crazy mathematicians ( ok. made that one up)... bUT BUTT- the shawl was worn. and there was to be peace. even with the wailing wall... the historical info I found spoke of prayer being known more to the jewish community as listening more than really speaking in a back and forth or a humanly one-sided conversation.
and BAM! That nite ( last nite) I also read parables. Jesus was always saying at the end, ''those who have ears, let him hear" . And I said, c'mon Jesus. Why do you keep saying that? What does it MEAN?! C'mon!! ahK!.
So at 1 am I found myself running into all of these things online and my heart and head let out a resounding. *ahhh* and *woow God, thank you so much*
Who's got ears? I'm working on it now.
oh, and the other significant thing here is that the listening also implied more of a surrendering of your mind and thoughts. So that God could speak to you and work on your heart. And thinking too hard and getting sidetracked have been things that I have found hard lately too. So it's awesome to hear that I'm gaining the knowledge to not think so hard and stop and listen.
.... try to tackle THAT one!
I love it guys, this place is great. The spiritual place I am in is what I find most foreign, and just as mystical and adventurous as the land itself. God has made some pretty funky squalking irds that I can't stop laughing at when I hear them.
no eye has seen. no ear has heart. no heart yet fully knows.
ooOOh baby, the best is yet to come.
Friday, July 6, 2007
Rep the King. Rep Rep the King.
Our Wildlife Youth Chant. and we won. Tribal wars with the united youth group from Hillsong Conference this week was great. Getting to work with them everyday and ship em out on buses back to conference was fun. Who do you know that can get some masses singing * to the left, to the left. everybody here on the bus to the left*? It was a blast. God has been so good. blessings are all over. Learning africaans. an invite to africa for christmas, and a house across the road from the college and church. Ive had a fever all week but strength in the Holy Spirit kept me going, I have never been so determined to fight for joy and fun adventure as I have this week.
My first shower here was freezing becuase I couldnt figure out the taps, now I have warm ones. My food cupboard used to be of nutellino ( cheaper than nutello) and cookies, now I have food. I am officially settling in, and I know the year will be great. I started reading a leadership book and it has me thinking in so many different ways, very cool.
there were many things i was going to write. but i cant seem to remember them.
Fasting next week for prayer on guidance and music and worship , wondering what God wants me to bring back home. There was annointing at the en of the conference last nite. Everyone in the building was annointed with oil. It was so mysctical. Like David and 1samuel mesmerizing. Then it goes on into the harp, and how annointed worshippers can use their harp, their worship and music and break down walls, kingdoms, and bring victory and peace. Resolving the fears of even the Kings and kingdoms. Its so powerful. POWER. That word seems to be all around me lately. in what I read, in who I talk to. And Yesterday I sat nex to three different aussies, in the conference and at the bus for coming back to the school after volunteering. All three were named Mark. When I told this to the third Mark, he told me that the name is latin for Warrior.
Putting Power, Warrior and all that God has told me this week together and there is a big chapter coming in my life that is the *miracle* God has for my life. The part where the dreams and the plans actually come in. take place. get set in the nets and fill it beyond capacity.
The hardest thing was realizing that I needed to adjust, change my bearings. I was trying to fish on the otherside of the boat because I didnt know any better. I was going after the wrong things. The music. But its the giver of the music. The provider , not the provisions, the blesser, not the blessings. Things like that. Now everything is different, same dreams. same plans from God for my life. But now Hes actually the one I'm totally surrendering it to. Not my controls or anythign like that. Its such a simple thing to realize, you'd think. I think the routine had me brainwashed. the music. the playing. being * the bass girl* in church.since I started playing.
A week before I left to come to australia, the church called me asking if I could play for VBS in july.
I said actually, I'm leaving for australia in a few days.
She said, oh.. so you'll be gone for the month then? Thats ok.
My reply was, actually, Im gone or a whole year.
She was silent.
That seems to be the voice of suprise in the church lately. And its weak. Its the sound of a person not being able to come to grasps with suprises. God is a creator. Creative. He's all for changing things up in our lives to eep us going strong. When we are weak, we are silent. This isnt me picking on the poor lady who called, its just me bouncing off that event and into the deeper side of something like that that took place. Responses. Revival. They go hand in hand.
We need to be *comfortably uncomfortable*
The second we become lazy christians who sit back in our recliners, we let all that God has for us slip away. We just want the hearty fatty helping of comfort foods feeding us as we kick back in the laz-y boys. The church HAS been feeding that plate. too much. for too long. to too many people. no, not every church. I'm just saying the spirit in general that many churches are experiencing. Wondering why the revival isnt coming. why the change isnt breaking free. Its because Gods people are slowly pushing away the idea of breaking free from the ways that came before them. I belive the generation before mine experienced benefits from the gen before that . Now who is passing it on?
The work, the labour must be done before there is a harvest. If we dont want to plant seeds in our fields or the fields of our neigbours then why are we staying satisfied eating a harvest that either a) wasnt of our labour, freely given and recieved. or b) we arnt even planting more fields. we eat up all there is and leave nothing behind for the generation(s) to come.
WOW.To love. To be a servant. Keep your eyes open to seeing just what God has it loooking like today. You may be suprised. And you should be. In a sense of, Go With IT!
...... this wasnt where I wanted to go with the lady and the phone call.
THIS is where I wanted to take that.....
I find it a trajedy when a call for help is made, in the expectancy, in the predictableness of a yes. Of running into no obstacles. Of not having to make another call or choice. It's like what?.. I'm sorry that my leaving is an inconvenience to you.
But its a sign of a relationships that fail us in the church. do we know who we work with? Our community is only as strong as we build into it. If there is no effort and no relationship, things can only progress so far and survive for so long. The awakening for me was this week, at conference. I realized that God has come first, but maybe second to playing so much. I didnt take playing cocky, or for granted. because I love it and I love praising God. and that I have the opp to do it with others, and lead that way, you know what i mean.? but,
after so long of it, of saying yes to everyone. my mind got molded into a weird way of serving THEM instead of GOD. Yeah. thats a pretty big smack in the face. And I wasn't raised in a christian home, so I think I'm being honest with God and myself when I say its really been a jouney on a highway, of back and forth from missing exits, of knowing when or what to pass and when to keep following through...that has been that hardest to figure out.
There is so much that I have missed out on that God isnt mad at, but He really REALLY wants to show me and make sure that I know now. Because once I know and grow, I'm set. and ready to start out on a * whole, nutha, level*
So wont you break free? Get up and dance in His love?
Dancing freaks most trad christians out. yet David did it. Naked yet.
Now we will dance. And Rep the King. Rep Rep the King.
My first shower here was freezing becuase I couldnt figure out the taps, now I have warm ones. My food cupboard used to be of nutellino ( cheaper than nutello) and cookies, now I have food. I am officially settling in, and I know the year will be great. I started reading a leadership book and it has me thinking in so many different ways, very cool.
there were many things i was going to write. but i cant seem to remember them.
Fasting next week for prayer on guidance and music and worship , wondering what God wants me to bring back home. There was annointing at the en of the conference last nite. Everyone in the building was annointed with oil. It was so mysctical. Like David and 1samuel mesmerizing. Then it goes on into the harp, and how annointed worshippers can use their harp, their worship and music and break down walls, kingdoms, and bring victory and peace. Resolving the fears of even the Kings and kingdoms. Its so powerful. POWER. That word seems to be all around me lately. in what I read, in who I talk to. And Yesterday I sat nex to three different aussies, in the conference and at the bus for coming back to the school after volunteering. All three were named Mark. When I told this to the third Mark, he told me that the name is latin for Warrior.
Putting Power, Warrior and all that God has told me this week together and there is a big chapter coming in my life that is the *miracle* God has for my life. The part where the dreams and the plans actually come in. take place. get set in the nets and fill it beyond capacity.
The hardest thing was realizing that I needed to adjust, change my bearings. I was trying to fish on the otherside of the boat because I didnt know any better. I was going after the wrong things. The music. But its the giver of the music. The provider , not the provisions, the blesser, not the blessings. Things like that. Now everything is different, same dreams. same plans from God for my life. But now Hes actually the one I'm totally surrendering it to. Not my controls or anythign like that. Its such a simple thing to realize, you'd think. I think the routine had me brainwashed. the music. the playing. being * the bass girl* in church.since I started playing.
A week before I left to come to australia, the church called me asking if I could play for VBS in july.
I said actually, I'm leaving for australia in a few days.
She said, oh.. so you'll be gone for the month then? Thats ok.
My reply was, actually, Im gone or a whole year.
She was silent.
That seems to be the voice of suprise in the church lately. And its weak. Its the sound of a person not being able to come to grasps with suprises. God is a creator. Creative. He's all for changing things up in our lives to eep us going strong. When we are weak, we are silent. This isnt me picking on the poor lady who called, its just me bouncing off that event and into the deeper side of something like that that took place. Responses. Revival. They go hand in hand.
We need to be *comfortably uncomfortable*
The second we become lazy christians who sit back in our recliners, we let all that God has for us slip away. We just want the hearty fatty helping of comfort foods feeding us as we kick back in the laz-y boys. The church HAS been feeding that plate. too much. for too long. to too many people. no, not every church. I'm just saying the spirit in general that many churches are experiencing. Wondering why the revival isnt coming. why the change isnt breaking free. Its because Gods people are slowly pushing away the idea of breaking free from the ways that came before them. I belive the generation before mine experienced benefits from the gen before that . Now who is passing it on?
The work, the labour must be done before there is a harvest. If we dont want to plant seeds in our fields or the fields of our neigbours then why are we staying satisfied eating a harvest that either a) wasnt of our labour, freely given and recieved. or b) we arnt even planting more fields. we eat up all there is and leave nothing behind for the generation(s) to come.
WOW.To love. To be a servant. Keep your eyes open to seeing just what God has it loooking like today. You may be suprised. And you should be. In a sense of, Go With IT!
...... this wasnt where I wanted to go with the lady and the phone call.
THIS is where I wanted to take that.....
I find it a trajedy when a call for help is made, in the expectancy, in the predictableness of a yes. Of running into no obstacles. Of not having to make another call or choice. It's like what?.. I'm sorry that my leaving is an inconvenience to you.
But its a sign of a relationships that fail us in the church. do we know who we work with? Our community is only as strong as we build into it. If there is no effort and no relationship, things can only progress so far and survive for so long. The awakening for me was this week, at conference. I realized that God has come first, but maybe second to playing so much. I didnt take playing cocky, or for granted. because I love it and I love praising God. and that I have the opp to do it with others, and lead that way, you know what i mean.? but,
after so long of it, of saying yes to everyone. my mind got molded into a weird way of serving THEM instead of GOD. Yeah. thats a pretty big smack in the face. And I wasn't raised in a christian home, so I think I'm being honest with God and myself when I say its really been a jouney on a highway, of back and forth from missing exits, of knowing when or what to pass and when to keep following through...that has been that hardest to figure out.
There is so much that I have missed out on that God isnt mad at, but He really REALLY wants to show me and make sure that I know now. Because once I know and grow, I'm set. and ready to start out on a * whole, nutha, level*
So wont you break free? Get up and dance in His love?
Dancing freaks most trad christians out. yet David did it. Naked yet.
Now we will dance. And Rep the King. Rep Rep the King.
Monday, June 25, 2007
the week of new things,and not.
So After a week, my matress hurts me and my pillow is my air canada blanket. I found a duvet in the garage so thats my new blankie AND, I am considering sleepig on the floor instead of distroying the back that the Lord has so kindly given me.
I miss english speakers, I am in a house of three south africans, which I love so very much. And learning Africaans is exciting too, I just miss the normal of things. The comfort of things. The settling. Which is great! Because there is no room for growth in settled, comfortable places in anyones live.
I went on youtube and found many interesting videos on what people think of Hillsong, mostly that its just a rock concert and a money maker. hm. I guess for me its about what I THought Hillsong was like before I came, what thoughts and decisions made me come, and if it lines up with me being here now. And there is a resounding *Yes* for making the right choice, and for the right reasons. I mean, 65 million is a lot of money. And the music is loud. So Satan must be at work , right? * sarcasm
Thoughts on it. I guess thats what this entry is about.
More on the negative youtubers though. Because there really wasnt an arguing of apoint. If anything they showed pictures. Pictures of how large the church is. and how it is filled with people worshipping God. Think about that . Thousands of people under one roof for the same reason, uniting and growing and giving their lives for that cause. For Love as Christs love to all nations and neighbours. ( You'd ope atleast). I mean, there are skeptics and fakers and slackers in every church, but such is humanity itself. We are imperfect.
Which brings us to the money complaint side of it all. I dont think there can be total agreeance on what to do with such a large amount of money, and I also think that Hillsong shouldnt be the target of a guilt trip for todays poverty and natural disasters. We are all given the opportunity to do something about the world we live in. Hillsong Chuch does seize that opportunity. They have ,together as a churh, hundereds of compassion children, they have this. and that. and whatever list of *compassion* fits a typical visual definition if you see it only that far.
Friends, it is the intention to which we do the things we do in this life. How we press on in times of trouble, and how strong we stand for what we belive. For 'faith without works is dead'.
Yeah, there are those who see the big screens in the church and step back thinking, my goodness, look at the cost taken !!!-to provide the worship and message so that those in the back row may also see the speaker and hear their voices. Of course, that half of the equation sticks though doesnt it? -That all may see and hear and know ..exactly what is going on in the church on that morning, for that serivice, for that cause we are living for. There are no idols, no decorations, no mc jesus statues or statutes that are clearly seen thus far in week one.
One other thing that I started to find on Youtube was the negativity to the style. or culture. chose your own words. They chose * rock and roll * and * punk song worship*.
I ask though, Does the music style change what we believe? Just because I play bass guitar and love doing it for God, and love it loud with excitement and yes, love the presence of the Lord... is it a sin? Some people ( known to many as techies, and life savers) love seeing the pars light up in hot reds and cool blues. Doesnt mean they cant see God at the end of it all or creator of it all. Design lights for a play or run them for a music or church worship event sometime, see the skill required. See the Gifts it takes. See just how many Gifts God has given, and they are all for His glory. Thats what we need to remember, right? Of course its easy to see the flashy ,rock n roll and see nothing more. Go beyond yourself. Get out of the settled,comfortableness placed in your life and shift to the otherside of the couch so that you can see another part of the tv screen God has turned on. Be it for new generations. older. tribal cultures or suburbanized.
-sorry, excuse the metaphorical rant.
Yes, I find God other ways too. Music, loud or silent is but one way. The birds. nature. Gods creations. Prayer. Talking with God. listening to God. even humbled that I get to communicate with God. Reading the word of Truth and the stories of Jesus and how he live and told us to live. Realizing the importance of determination and signifigance of it all . . having a bed to sleep in. washing the dishes for roommates that have no time and would appreciate a clean counter. God moves in many ways. We will never know them fully, or be able to explain or justify them all fully. And just as well, we may not all have a will or be able to experience them all. Eh? How does that one sit. We must use our hearts and free will in all we do, aye?
If I find God in playing a jazz tune because I hear how beautiful his strings or highhats are, why should that label me as someone on a wrong path, or led my satan or who knows how many other youtuber websitey names there may be out there.
It is true. God never changes. It is also true that people do change. Constantly. I mean, If God changes, He would go from perfect in everyway , to something else.
Us humans, imperfect. Are always changing. seeking. sacrificing. sinning. For what? For more.
More of God, more of perfection, more money or drugs or distruction of beliefs, something!
Again I say, its the intention. the heart. the will in which we do all things. What makes us stand when we are ready to fall. What makes us humane when things around us are not. What brings us back to whatever we find more worthy,worth it. significant. divine. sacred. loved.loving.healing. peaceful. truthful. One thing I believe we need in order to keep going in this life. Whatever goes on around us, whatever things are placed in our lives. ..
I would rather spend an eternity attempting to build up hearts and people and community in love , than a life on earth spent destroying and tearing down anything- or anyone - at all.
Jesus didnt even come to earth saying he was the new way to believe, the new religion, the new anything. He said he was the First. The Last. The way of truth and love and life.
If we go from that. We go from the gospel. We go towards their words and actions laid out for us by Jesus. We go towards making a difference as Jesus did , for the lowest of the low to the highest of the kings as Jesus did. Where do we go from here?
We worship in all we do.
im not editing this. im not structuring it like an essay.
so for my first week here, among the new things
3,000 youth in youth group at hills
thousands at church every morning
more than one service on a sunday
services on saturday
loud, electrifying music and instruments ( playing skillfully)
i see in all of them, the not new things.
all generations coming together to praise God.
faithful servants uniting because of what God has done in their lives
servants serving in thanks for salvation
people seeking and striving to do more, in their own uniquely divine way.
loud, powerful music, and instruments ( playing and singing skillfully for the Lord) psalm something.?
maybe some people who get so upset about the way church is becoming need to just crack open the bible. or research beyond what their worldview alone will let them see, instead of turning to an index that helps them pinpoint verses in their favour.
Maybe all of us need to make sure we know the story of Christ himself, not just the highlites, not with blocking out the scary parts.
Maybe we should spend our time to build up, and not tear down?
One thing I know though, when you do something- whether good or bad, big or small-there are results.
this past week here has shown me a lot of . things like taking a plane and even being here. THAT reality takes a while to kick in. I cant wait to see all the new things my neverchanging God has to show me here. And what the end result of Me will be after the year.
in love,
I miss english speakers, I am in a house of three south africans, which I love so very much. And learning Africaans is exciting too, I just miss the normal of things. The comfort of things. The settling. Which is great! Because there is no room for growth in settled, comfortable places in anyones live.
I went on youtube and found many interesting videos on what people think of Hillsong, mostly that its just a rock concert and a money maker. hm. I guess for me its about what I THought Hillsong was like before I came, what thoughts and decisions made me come, and if it lines up with me being here now. And there is a resounding *Yes* for making the right choice, and for the right reasons. I mean, 65 million is a lot of money. And the music is loud. So Satan must be at work , right? * sarcasm
Thoughts on it. I guess thats what this entry is about.
More on the negative youtubers though. Because there really wasnt an arguing of apoint. If anything they showed pictures. Pictures of how large the church is. and how it is filled with people worshipping God. Think about that . Thousands of people under one roof for the same reason, uniting and growing and giving their lives for that cause. For Love as Christs love to all nations and neighbours. ( You'd ope atleast). I mean, there are skeptics and fakers and slackers in every church, but such is humanity itself. We are imperfect.
Which brings us to the money complaint side of it all. I dont think there can be total agreeance on what to do with such a large amount of money, and I also think that Hillsong shouldnt be the target of a guilt trip for todays poverty and natural disasters. We are all given the opportunity to do something about the world we live in. Hillsong Chuch does seize that opportunity. They have ,together as a churh, hundereds of compassion children, they have this. and that. and whatever list of *compassion* fits a typical visual definition if you see it only that far.
Friends, it is the intention to which we do the things we do in this life. How we press on in times of trouble, and how strong we stand for what we belive. For 'faith without works is dead'.
Yeah, there are those who see the big screens in the church and step back thinking, my goodness, look at the cost taken !!!-to provide the worship and message so that those in the back row may also see the speaker and hear their voices. Of course, that half of the equation sticks though doesnt it? -That all may see and hear and know ..exactly what is going on in the church on that morning, for that serivice, for that cause we are living for. There are no idols, no decorations, no mc jesus statues or statutes that are clearly seen thus far in week one.
One other thing that I started to find on Youtube was the negativity to the style. or culture. chose your own words. They chose * rock and roll * and * punk song worship*.
I ask though, Does the music style change what we believe? Just because I play bass guitar and love doing it for God, and love it loud with excitement and yes, love the presence of the Lord... is it a sin? Some people ( known to many as techies, and life savers) love seeing the pars light up in hot reds and cool blues. Doesnt mean they cant see God at the end of it all or creator of it all. Design lights for a play or run them for a music or church worship event sometime, see the skill required. See the Gifts it takes. See just how many Gifts God has given, and they are all for His glory. Thats what we need to remember, right? Of course its easy to see the flashy ,rock n roll and see nothing more. Go beyond yourself. Get out of the settled,comfortableness placed in your life and shift to the otherside of the couch so that you can see another part of the tv screen God has turned on. Be it for new generations. older. tribal cultures or suburbanized.
-sorry, excuse the metaphorical rant.
Yes, I find God other ways too. Music, loud or silent is but one way. The birds. nature. Gods creations. Prayer. Talking with God. listening to God. even humbled that I get to communicate with God. Reading the word of Truth and the stories of Jesus and how he live and told us to live. Realizing the importance of determination and signifigance of it all . . having a bed to sleep in. washing the dishes for roommates that have no time and would appreciate a clean counter. God moves in many ways. We will never know them fully, or be able to explain or justify them all fully. And just as well, we may not all have a will or be able to experience them all. Eh? How does that one sit. We must use our hearts and free will in all we do, aye?
If I find God in playing a jazz tune because I hear how beautiful his strings or highhats are, why should that label me as someone on a wrong path, or led my satan or who knows how many other youtuber websitey names there may be out there.
It is true. God never changes. It is also true that people do change. Constantly. I mean, If God changes, He would go from perfect in everyway , to something else.
Us humans, imperfect. Are always changing. seeking. sacrificing. sinning. For what? For more.
More of God, more of perfection, more money or drugs or distruction of beliefs, something!
Again I say, its the intention. the heart. the will in which we do all things. What makes us stand when we are ready to fall. What makes us humane when things around us are not. What brings us back to whatever we find more worthy,worth it. significant. divine. sacred. loved.loving.healing. peaceful. truthful. One thing I believe we need in order to keep going in this life. Whatever goes on around us, whatever things are placed in our lives. ..
I would rather spend an eternity attempting to build up hearts and people and community in love , than a life on earth spent destroying and tearing down anything- or anyone - at all.
Jesus didnt even come to earth saying he was the new way to believe, the new religion, the new anything. He said he was the First. The Last. The way of truth and love and life.
If we go from that. We go from the gospel. We go towards their words and actions laid out for us by Jesus. We go towards making a difference as Jesus did , for the lowest of the low to the highest of the kings as Jesus did. Where do we go from here?
We worship in all we do.
im not editing this. im not structuring it like an essay.
so for my first week here, among the new things
3,000 youth in youth group at hills
thousands at church every morning
more than one service on a sunday
services on saturday
loud, electrifying music and instruments ( playing skillfully)
i see in all of them, the not new things.
all generations coming together to praise God.
faithful servants uniting because of what God has done in their lives
servants serving in thanks for salvation
people seeking and striving to do more, in their own uniquely divine way.
loud, powerful music, and instruments ( playing and singing skillfully for the Lord) psalm something.?
maybe some people who get so upset about the way church is becoming need to just crack open the bible. or research beyond what their worldview alone will let them see, instead of turning to an index that helps them pinpoint verses in their favour.
Maybe all of us need to make sure we know the story of Christ himself, not just the highlites, not with blocking out the scary parts.
Maybe we should spend our time to build up, and not tear down?
One thing I know though, when you do something- whether good or bad, big or small-there are results.
this past week here has shown me a lot of . things like taking a plane and even being here. THAT reality takes a while to kick in. I cant wait to see all the new things my neverchanging God has to show me here. And what the end result of Me will be after the year.
in love,
day one
Day one. Slipped away on a plane somewhere over the Asian Seas leading into Oz. I feel anxious, tired, excited and most of all, home.After splurging on some fresh produce from the market across from my townhouse, I made a simple salad for dinner. Something you might want to take note of if you ever plan to travel is this: you cannot measure success with a pillow or a towel. You CAN shower and dry your hair without a towel. - a scarf works just fine to keep that wet hair tied up. Yes, I admit that half of my bedding was brought to me care of Air Canada. Though I regret not taking the soft pillows, my bed looks most wonderful with the green blanket. Why did I bring my batman pillowcase? I wish I had something to stuff it with so that I could wake up to Batman and Robin instead of some half deflated version of a pillow one rests their head on. My desk is my suitcase turned upside down, and I love it. My desktop is probably even bigger than most people’s, considering the fact that it flows over to the floor beside me. As it gets colder I can’t avoid the fact that I didn’t bring my favorite sleeping hoodie , bonkers! I’ll bet you’re pretty surprised that I even have a bed, eh? Me too!I had a chat with God, it involved me not spending over $100 for a mattress from the college. So upon arrival what do I see but a school mattress for free, propped up and all.Well of course I took the mattress off of the frame and realized that it was in fact a book case turned on its side. Well of course I am now using the bookcase and have made quite the home.There you have it. Today I bring the message of truth. What we need, and what we want are words and actions only divided by our sense of luxury and convenience. How comfortable is bed without a pillowcase? Still soft.How sturdy is a desk made of luggage? Still strong.Chapel was wonderful. Freedom truly reigns. The church building? Its …big. Not too big though, since the place manages to be packed for every event. So naturally, I’m frightened to see what Hillsong Women’s Tea will be like tomorrow morning. I’m not in school yet. I haven’t traveled yet. There are three South Afrikaners, one American and myself under this roof.Who knows what kind of impact this will all have on my accent.We are too lazy to walk around the park and down to the road, so we jump our 6foot fence.I am told tomorrow is my first lesson on how to successfully accomplish the fence jump with backpack and bass.Day one was stolen by the seas and day two, by a mighty God. Who, today found a mattress for my body to rest, and fed me from Alicia’s fridge when I was hungry. -Still anxious, overtired, stranded in pj’s and a fridged bedroom.But most importantly, I am home.
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