Tuesday, November 27, 2007

these are our moments...

the chronicles of Murry.


we camped on the Victoria side of the Murry river. but the moment we stepped into the water for canoeing, swimming or floating we were on the New South Wales side of the Murry.

"there is nothing that could make this day better: it is perfect. There is nothing that could ruin my day. it is that perfect." these are the words that wandered in and out and through my head as i leisurely paddled down the Murry river in new south wales, Australia. ah, what a wonderful day. I sit over looking the Murry the second morning of the trip. there is a still silence that was desperately missing from the bustle of the Sydney streets. the boys are still asleep and there is a quiet peace. creation. oh how marvelous. the warm breeze and the redundant dip, turn, fan of the paddle are my constant companions: my dear friends.



it is in these moments of still, silence, and solitude in and out of the water; with, around, among the boys i am confronted by the majesty and unconditional favor of the Lord. i feel at rest. i feel at peace with myself and those around me. i have no worries. i have no pain, no shame and no regret. the river has been redeemed back to myself, bought and given back to me by a gracious LORD who loves and lives and breaths life into me and the river.

while on this journey, i have been filled with the wonder and awe seen in the eyes of the children in Narnia the movie. i have savored the moments, and the memories. it was on the first day that i was found to have mused, "it is not so much the destination as the journey.... the getting there."

i started the trip stating that i had the best group. and how i had the awesomest boys. in the power of expectation they lived up to my expressed appreciation and surpassed even what they thought they could do. i was always speaking out how much enjoyment and fun i was having. and as i sought to get to know my traveling companions i took time each day to specifically notice their kind and valiant actions in preparation to share and encouragement them on the last night. as well, i sought moments. with my trusty little camera i sought the moments that captured a special memory for each young man.

i have written each article to include a photo, appreciated action, a memory and a Scripture reference to each of the young men who journeyed with me. i have formatted this blog so that these tributes will appear after this entry. please be patient. it will take some time to get them all up.

these are our moments...

Saturday, November 10, 2007

and i really am here

so we have are in the middle of our third day here in Australia when i am compelled to manifest this proof that i promised. i have to quite half way through to go to Hillsong Church so i am finishing early Monday. In Saskatchewan it will be midafternoon on Sunday... as i finish this blog. today, at home, it is just short of the one week mark of the first time Wanda Marie and i hear of the opportunity to come! i feel like i have done the touristy thing for long enough and i am looking forward to heading off to the camp to prepare for the canoe trip.

we will be traveling the Murry River. Interesting thing about it is that the surrounding area produces 40% of Austrailia's agricultural produce. when i read that i said in my head, "We are going home." We are going where we are familiar. i have been saying, while here, "Not only are we Canadian but we are RURAL Canadian." here are some picks and descriptions of the places we have been:

1. layover in Hawaii

2. the Darling harbour in Sydney
3. Didjeridoo

we saw a live didjeridoo performance our first day in Sydney. it was very great. the guy was really good. it was interesting to listen to the explaination of the song. the last song whihc he played was described as his ancerstal families' story of creation. so here is a pick of me and the didjeridoo:

4. Sydney Opera House at night

5. Sydney Harbour Bridge
The bridge at night from the vantage point of the top of the ferry on our way across the harbour. The brisk, warm constant gusting of the wind as we moved at full speed over the water reminded me of the warm Saskatchewan harvest dusk winds.

this blog is dedicated to April. I love you April and i really am and here.

so here is your proof ...

6. Sydney Wildlife Sanctuary:

this is not a bear...



i see you... little big poisonous deadly snake... and i pray i don't see you again in the wilderness...


Kangaroos lick their fur to cool down when they are too hot.

Reptile Thingy:


7. Sydney Aquarium:

the seal has found the sunny spot for sunning.

the under bellies of some random Astrailian sea creature:

Platupus: native to Australia and New Zeland. i leart many interesting facts about the platupus. for example they are the only animal known to use elecromagnetic feilds to locate food. interesting eh?

The camera could not capture the brightness of this magnificant Coral:
Jaws!!! here i am in frount of a shark!

if the fall doesn't kill you the crocodile will... more on this later...

so here is your proof...

Thursday, November 8, 2007

with love, from australia

so here is an update for all you dedicated blog readers. i wanted to put a picture on for proof but i can't right now...

but wanda marie and i are in australia right now! we left on wednesday ot 2:30 from stoon and arrived this morning at 7:30 friday their time. i faound out that i was coming on tuesday morning of this week. we first heard about it from steve maier on sunday evening. well talk to you all later.

we are leading some grade 10 students on a canoe trip. so talk to you later. bye.

with love, from australia

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

all my contenment issues

an online dictionary defines content as "satisfied with what one is or has; not wanting more or anything else". when contentment is defined by that same site (dictionary.com) words and phrases such as "ease of mind", "satisfaction" and "happiness with one's situation in life" are used.

Easton's 1897 Bible Dictionary found on the same site is cited as defining contentment as follows: "a state of mind in which one's desires are confined to his lot whatever it may be (1 Tim. 6:6; 2 Cor. 9:8). It is opposed to envy (James 3:16), avarice (Heb. 13:5), ambition (Prov. 13:10), anxiety (Matt. 6:25, 34), and repining (1 Cor. 10:10). It arises from the inward disposition, and is the offspring of humility, and of an intelligent consideration of the rectitude and benignity of divine providence (Ps. 96:1, 2; 145), the greatness of the divine promises (2 Pet. 1:4), and our own unworthiness (Gen. 32:10); as well as from the view the gospel opens up to us of rest and peace hereafter (Rom. 5:2)."

.... well that saved me a bunch of research. :)

so i have been thinking about the word "contentment". here are my musings.

for quite a while i have been thinking about how, apparently, i am not content. by the definitions above i am perhaps very far from contentment. realising my need to be content i have spent considerable amount of time pondering how i am to induce contentment in my own life. the more i pondered the angrier i got.

contentment, to me, seems so passive and evasive.

i am not sure if it is connotation or expectation that contentment seems so passive... "just accept your lot in life..."

but it seems to be evasive because it seems to have the desire to cover up, hide and pretend that the desires of one's heart are not really there... "just accept your lot in life... and be happy."

i have had mono for over a month. i am, thankfully, past the 10 days of night sweats and temperatures of over 100. i am past the part where i was barely able to eat because my pussy tonsils where so swollen that there was just enough room for a Tylenol to fit... if you think i am lying ask my mom... she inspected them daily. i am past the days when my entire sustenance was soup and ice chips. now i am just tired and have to have naps in the afternoon... it may sound like the life but it is not.

another more unbearable consequence of having mono was the fact that i wasn't supposed to play contact sports for one month. with the advent of the NISL season i figured i would skip the one week of preseason and the first week of the season. i figured doctors always give a longer than necessary sentence. so the second week of the season i played and was tired after the first shift... and no it wasn't because i wasn't in shape so much as all those mono sites crowding the white and red blood cells out of my blood. (i forget which one carries the oxygen).

anyway, with mono there is the possibility of the complication of an enlarged spleen... that is why there is to be no contact sports for a month. if there is an enlarged spleen, and it were to get hit it would start to bleed and one could bleed to death. i figured that if i happened to have an enlarged spleen, which i don't know if i did, and i happened to get hit in the spleen, which there is a low probability of that occurring i would get to the hospital and get some medicines and what not before i went into shock and the next week i would be back happily playing soccer.

one of the guys on my team said, "it is better to miss a few weeks at the beginning of the season, than to miss the whole season because you are dead." my reply is just as candid, "it is better to die happy, than to have never truely lived." Wanda Marie looked like she was going to carry me off the court my first shift becasue she knew the gavity of the whole situtation.

i must not have been listening when my mom told me that the reality of a bleeding spleen is that it has to be surgically removed and thus no soccer for at least six weeks.

luckily i did not get hit in the spleen with an hard shot and so i still have my spleen.

when i considered the ramifications of my actions and the reasons behind them i realised i got dissatisfied... i got discontent.

i was the coach of my team yesterday and we had our two best games of the season so far, even though we still lost them both. being the coach doesn't mean that i don't wish i could play soccer instead of yelling, "sub when you can" periodically.

i did realise that my definition of contentment was a far better alternative to pretending and passivity than the other definitions i had encountered.

Crystal's definition for contentment: "making the most of the situations that you find yourself in."

here are some more gleanings that i contemplated as i prepared for soccer the day i embraced being the coach.

being the coach did not negate the fact that i hope to one day play the game

as i dressed in a cute brown button up top with delicate gold stripes i realised that i do not have to look like, or act like the rest of the people on my soccer team to have value and worth. i do not have to have the same role as them to be an asset to the team.

i can be actively pursuing the position of coach instead of bemoaning the fact that for a time i can not play.

contentment, then is not passive, it is not deceptive but the pursuit of reality making the most of the situations you find yourself in.



i think i will apply this to all my contentment issues.



while i became and become

i don't know how to say this but i think i have been very foolish. i have said silly things and complained incessantly. i have thought that i am entitled to something. that somehow i deserve more than what i have. i do not necessarily deserve anything, especially an easy, nice or tidy life.

thank you for your belief, patience and understanding in me while i became and become.

my own personalized pair.

i helped my dad during harvest and i thought that you all might enjoy some pictures of me and the crop. these pictures are so sunny; they make me miss the heat of summer.

the snow that momentarily graced us yesterday with its presence is only a realisation that winter is closer then i want to acknowledge.



for all you "non - farming types": this is oats.

here i am peering out the window of the tandem truck. you will notice the stylish and practical overalls that i am wearing. though you can not see it in the picture my name is embroidered above the pocket. they are my own personalized pair.

Monday, September 24, 2007

"Hi! My name is Wanda Maire."


I have a friend and her name is Wanda Maire. We have just celebrated our one year anniversary of being friends. throughout our time being friends she has kicked me in the butt, literally, a few times, challenged me spiritually, and has threatened to cuff me upside the head if i ever entertain the thought of Internet dating, twice if needed.

We have endeavored on many adventures: canoeing, colorful trips to programs, and a great time shopping at the Eastern Market. (See picture below). Whatever she may say, if you go to the Eastern Market with her DO NOT, DO NOT i repeat, let her convince you to buy to eggs and that you should try them. she said it was a Philippines food and that she had it before but the look on my face before trying it is in no way even close to the reality of what we experienced that day.


She is a great friend who has encouraged and inspired me to not only be a better person but to be a better woman. She is always feeding me her newest and spiciest dishes while she listens to my cynical tributes to the world. she is understanding and a person who helps me realise the foolishness of the things i sometimes think and say. As you may see from the picture below we have matching vacuum boxes (and vacuums too). We also have red rings that match that we got from a gumball machine at Fudruckers. we have realised that we are actually quite alike and i appreciate the fact that when i use big words she knows what i am saying. i also appreciate that she laughs at my jokes that others do not get.

Our next endeavors, i am sure, will be grand... or perhaps mundane... but they will be memorable and special.

though there are now three Wanda Maires that i know, she is the only one who holds a special spot in my heart... and my car. i love you WM and may every endeavor that we have result in at least one other person saying, "Hi! My name is Wanda Maire."

And how will I find a man when I live in my parents’ basement?

For a twenty – four year old woman who has a BA in Pastoral Studies and two years of full – time ministry experience, from the vantage point of living in my parents’ basement, I can’t help but wonder: Is there more to life? I feel betrayed by the society and the idealism that told me I could have it all: career, ministry, success happiness and contentment.

For the confident, cool, forever collected woman I am supposed to be I feel duped and foolish. I was told I was a world changer, to dream big dreams, to impact society, to make something of myself. But here I am back at the place I started six years ago. I was a fresh face, full of energy and zest: ready to take on the world and win. But here I am, again, living with my parents … dependant once again. No job, no home and no one to share my life with. The epitome of failure: dependant, unemployed, homeless… and single to boot. Where is all the fame and glory?

I only see specialness among the mundane.

I wanted to “do something with my life”. I wanted to impact others. But I see that I am nothing. There has to be more to life than chasing the ever illusive dream of success and happiness. How much to I really care to be nothing… and surrender?

Contentment? I thought I was promised a life of good times, fulfilling relationships and a good reputable job (with decent salary and benefits).

Normal. Life is so normal. Where are the fireworks, the grand adventure, the brilliant sun sets and the shining man on the white stallion?

Life seems to have gotten too busy for sunsets and homemade granola bars.

All I have are empty promises and broken dreams. I have been disillusioned by the shout of success, the lure of heightened dreams and the façade of the fabulous future. In reality all there is, is the mundane contentment in the simplicity of life.

Where is that self confident independent woman that I am told will bring fulfillment. My head is so full of the right answers I have had no time to think about what I feel myself. Is there more to life than chasing fame, glory and fortune? To the on looker I have it all, yet I feel so empty inside.

In my mind I have a picture of the ultimate failure and I have become it: living in my home town, helping with youth group, living in my parents’ basement.

I had expected ministry to be “all that it was cracked up to be”. I was lonely. I still am. In ministry I had position, status and a ‘WOW, I can’t believe you are doing this”, factor. Now I am only what I am: a selfish little brat. I can think of no one but myself. My success. My happiness. Contentment? It isn’t even an option. I will always want more. I will always want to be more.

I’ve been told and have told so many people that they can achieve greatness, do whatever they want, that they are gifted for ministry. They dashed my hopes for them and worked at a regular job. Content. But I was not. I have big dreams. I’m independent. I am a mover and a completer. I have high hopes. But nothing is WOW enough. Nothing is extravagant enough for me. I need to achieve. I need to be someone. Need to prove I can make it. Need to be the best. Do the best and need to bee a step above the rest. But it makes me feel so selfish and so insignificant.

Maybe when people chose to work in a regular job that they love it isn’t because they didn’t have what it took to make it, but perhaps they had it made. Maybe choosing to live life they found life and in slowing down they found freedom. I feel like I always have to be doing but I have no idea where I am supposed to be going. And I don’t like going alone, that’s for sure. Is nothing more? And is that more, less?

My pride is broken, I feel humbled to not have a job or a home but seriously… how long does this have to go on?

And how will I ever find a man when I live in my parents’ basement?

Friday, September 14, 2007

and more ‘treasures’ will always accumulate in the garage.


so i have had the opportunity to cut my hari for "locks of love". i also called the tisdale recorder and a guy came and took some pictures. it felt like i was famous and that i was in a photo shoot. i have posted the article that i wrote, i hope you enjoy it and the new hair. pretty short eh? the newspaper edited it a bit for grammer but they left the content the same.

Chopping These Lovely Locks for “Locks of Love”

When giving is mentioned we instinctively think of monetary gifts, but generosity is not bound by finances. There are many ways to give without burning a hole in your pocket book. “Locks of Love” is one of them. After five years of growing my hair it was only a few inches from my waist. When cut I had two bundles: one 15 inches and the other topping out at 18 inches. The minimum donation length is 10 inches but I decided to give as much as I had. A lot more people might give if they knew they only had to grow 10 inches.
“Locks of Love’s” identity, mission and purpose is stated on their website as a (http://www.locksoflove.org/) “… public non-profit organization that provides hairpieces to financially disadvantaged children under age 18 suffering from long-term medical hair loss from any diagnosis. [While also seeking to] return a sense of self, confidence and normalcy to children suffering from hair loss by utilizing donated ponytails to provide the highest quality hair prosthetics to financially disadvantaged children. The children receive hair prostheses free of charge or on a sliding scale, based on financial need.”
It takes between 6 and 8 bundles of hair to make one hair prostheses. When finished, if the hair piece were to be sold, it would retail between $3500 and $6000. It is interesting that eighty percent of the hair donations to “Locks of Love” are made by kids who want to help out kids.
So on this rainy day while harvest is paused I contemplate generosity. It seems that as I have ‘matured’ I have realized there is a tendency in my heart to grow stingy as well. If there is that tendency in your heart too there are several things that we can do. As well as set pre- authorized monthly donations to a charity of your choice, we can enjoy thinking of creative ways to give that cost little or no money. Whenever one has extra or lots of something one may practice sharing. Hair doesn’t cost anything to give. Other fun things to give are homemade cookies to a neighbor and ‘treasures’ from the garage to a Church rummage sale. Times visiting shut – ins over tea or invested in young people, through sport and extra circular involvements are never vain generosity.
Giving reaps many natural benefits that far out way the forever misplaced tax deductible receipts. Giving is one way to remember that there are those who are in need and that I am very fortunate to live and grow in a safe country. Giving raises awareness for the needy as people seek out the best way to support people financially. Giving grows opportunities to partner with those who may come from different backgrounds and life experiences. There is joy in giving and freedom in realizing that it is much better to give than to receive. Giving trains a person to live satisfied on a lower means and decreases the desire to live a materialistic life. Giving enables a grateful heart and decreases the desire for more. Giving changes me. Giving changes US, as a whole community. Generosity does not change our circumstances but through it I realize I can not out give the One who gave first. No one can out give God. Christ gave the ultimate gift: His life so that I, you, WE, may live and have life to the fullest.
So what am I about to do today? I am presently on my way to Hair 2000, to chop these lovely locks; to give them to another who has not, to show that I am growing out of my stinginess, while intending to demonstrate that generosity is a joyful experience.
Finally, I encourage: please get out there, continue giving, think about what you have lots of and give some of it away. You will find that there is joy in giving and that it is not nearly as bad as the reputation that precedes it. Besides, hair grows back, and more ‘treasures’ will always accumulate in the garage.

Friday, July 20, 2007

takes my breath away

Last night heaven opened and the Spirit of the Lord descended to meet with broken hearts and empty souls. After the message in chapel and a few songs silence roared: deafening, yet quietly reassuring. falling on my face i humbled myself before the Lord as a processor, knowing that if i forgot myself the weary soul would find solace in Jesus' strong, sure embrace. in silent reflection half of the campers stayed in the chapel and met with the Lord. and the tears fell. tears of healing. tears of pain. of joy. and restoration. changing their hard stone hearts for soft ones. it was a beautiful thing watching the campers and staff comfort each other: broken and crying together. That the Lord would choose to use a broken vessel like me, to pour out His love and to help to usher a lost sinner into heavens open, gates takes my breath away.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

memories are made

our worlds are so far apart: where you have been and where i am going. but somehow when you are near time suddenly stands still. and in these moments memories are made.

Monday, June 25, 2007

i am so glad it is raining outside

i don't need you to fix it. i just need you to tell me that everything is going to be ok. i don't need you to tell me that i have done a good job or that i will do a good job. i need you to hold me. i don't need all the answers now. i just need you to be there with me, sitting in the rain. the tears are caught inside, captured by my own self sufficiency. that is why i am so glad it is raining outside.

Saturday, June 9, 2007

Clarification!

So the other day i posted "Uncovered". I was pleasantly surprised to have a few comments already. Paul, mentioned in his comment that he had just written a blog on a somewhat related topic. So i checked it out. I was again pleasantly surprised to be mentioned in his blog. What a privilege and honor. I suggest that you check out his blog; it is way awesome and insightful. It is linked under "Friendly Blogs", on the right side bar of my blog.

However, as i finished reading Paul's entry, i was left with the feeling that "Uncovered" may have been a confusing, and discouraging to some guys. I copied the comment i left on Paul's "Wild Men" article to alleviate general confusion and as a somewhat apology for any insensitivity that i may have conveyed.

"Thank you for your candid remarks. I appreciate that you can say, with eloquence, what others dare not to attempt tackling. I enjoyed reading "Wild at Heart" too. There is definitely adventure and challenge and life to live in the godly pursuit of the Lord, though often missed or neglected in some church circles. I also wanted to clarify that the blog entry that you referred to was not necessarily about the disgust that i have for sketchy movie choices but the long coming and lasting effect of such choices which is the lose of the sacred beauty and respect that a man should have for a woman. For the men out there who struggle in this seemingly endless battle, i pray for your courage and strength. Do not loose heart and do not give up; i believe that the Lord will carry you on to victory. I did not mean to discourage you or to press disgust and disdain on you. I want you to regain that sacred beauty that was misplaced. I desire you to be victorious. Press on!"

I hope this is suffice for all clarification!

Wednesday, June 6, 2007

defined

manstinct - the instinct that is inherent to a man

crushable - a person of the opposite gender whom one has a crush on

potential crushable - a person of the opposite gender whom one could possibly in the future have a crush on

romantical - a romantic something... gesture, words or activity etc.

barfantical - a romantic something... gesture, words or activity etc. that has happened to someone else and you feel jealous or repulsed (depending on context, individuals involved, and the presence or absence of PMS)

this is my brain defined

Monday, May 28, 2007

uncovered

i am not an overly emotional person but when i do have feelings they are intense and real. there are some people who seem to have an emotional crisis every second day at the least. i have my share of problems and areas that i grow through and in but i am not one of those people who get worked up all the time. if i am ever having a feeling, though, i experience it with the greatest intensity which could perhaps be described as bursts of feeling.

right now i think i am in the middle of or at the latter end of a really intense feeling. i am not sure how to exactly describe this feeling. but it lies somewhere between disgust, and repulsion, while hovering close to deep sadness and major concern.

i have had several conversations with numerous people about the appropriateness of movies in the christian life. i know people who limit and strictly regulate and restrict their movie intake while others insist that they can watch whatever they want and not be affected. some friends that i know only watch movies with G and PG ratings. adversly, i had one guy friend state that he would watch R movies before he would watch a PG movie. when i tell people this they are usually shocked until i add his rational. he stated that with R movies there is violence and usually swearing but you know that, and you expect that. but with PG movies you expect they will be "pretty clean" only to watch them and be surprised with sketchy scenes, random nakedness and people clad in their under garments marching about like they were fully dressed. with PG movies there is now way of telling from the rating or the tiny blurb on the back of the DVD case how much and how frequent and how sketchy things will get. when i tell people about his rational they usually state something to the following effect, "i guess that is true, i never thought of it like that before."

now, i am not advocating that everyone go and watch an R rated movie after reading this but i do voice a caution for those of you who think that movies with G and PG ratings are "family approved".

inevitably, in all my experience, as the conversations progress on the topic of movies and sketchiness, some guy in the group will state, "that kind of stuff doesn't affect me". today that comment came with a shrug of the shoulders and a smug look on his face that seemed to say, "i am too spiritual for that stuff to affect me." this time, for some reason this smug look invoked a sickness deeper and stronger in me than similar comments made in the past. we parted our separate ways, as i had painting to do and he had some other work to do. as i painted i was able to sort my thoughts, order them and verbally compose them in a manor that was intelligible for human understanding.

how a woman feels when she watches a movie or sees anther girl uncovered when she is with a guy is explained as follows: first of all, this guy could be her dad, her brother, her friend, her boyfriend or her husband or any other random man or boy. when a woman is with a guy and they see another woman uncovered or in very little, she feels uncovered herself. she feels vulnerable, unprotected, exposed and personally violated. as the nakedness of another is exposed and revealed, for all to see, women feel as if it has been themselves that has been uncovered. she also feels shame. shame for that woman. shame for women corporately. and shame for herself proportionally to her own personal exposure or abuse. she feels unspecial.

i am disgusted with any man who "is not affected" by scantily clad sketchy women and random nakedness because inevitably this means he has lost something of the sacred beauty and wonder that a man was created to have for a woman. he is tainted to the point that his conscience no longer responds to the immorality of uncovered nakedness.

all throughout Scripture there is great shame associated with the uncovered, naked person as well as with those who are associated with that person.

take Genesis 8:18 - 27 for example. Noah plants a vineyard, drank the wine and was drunk and becames naked in his tent. Ham saw the nakedness of his father and told his two brothers. Shem and Japheth come and cover their father with a garment, laying the garment on the back of both their shoulders, and walking backward went and covered the nakedness of their father. When Noah woke, he knew what Ham had done and cursed him and then blessed Shem and Japheth for what they had done.

and the in the familiar story of Adam and Eve. before they fell into the original sin they were naked in the garden of Eden and they were not ashamed. Gen. 2:25 "And they were both naked, the man and his wife, and were not ashamed." then after they disobeyed the Lord "... the eyes of both of them were opened, and they knew that they were naked; and they sewed fig leaves together and made themselves coverings." Gen 3: 7

but the way that they tried to cover themselves was inadequate, insufficient and not enough. so "... for Adam and his wife the Lord God made tunics of skin, and clothed them." Gen 3:21 God's covering was enough to cover their shame and their nakedness. it is interesting to note that the word translated as 'clothed' also may be translated as 'covered'.

God has covered us! "You have forgiven the iniquity of Your people; You have covered all their sin." Psalm 85:2

there is blessing with being covered! "Blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, Whose sin is covered." Psalm 32:1

though some women choose to uncover themselves we no longer have to live uncovered.

ADDED LATER: Bibliography: some ideas about the way a woman feels when watching a movie with sketchiness and random nakedness were taken from "Kissed the Girls and Made Them Cry". Sorry for the delay I couldn't remember which book it came from.

Friday, May 18, 2007

this is where i am...!


this is where i am... i arose this morning to the soft sound of snow falling. as the snow fell on this 18th of May it gently landed and contrasted on the growing green poplar leaves just arriving from their winter vacation.

this is where i am... Torch Trail Bible Camp. i started living on camp shortly after accepting the full time position of Director of Camps, Follow - Up and Discipleship. I have been primarily busy planning for the summer. This past winter i have promoted the camp at 4 Bible schools, 3 Christian High Schools, 12 churches and did one fun weekend in Montreal Lake and LaRonge with a kids games afternoon and a youth gym night in each finishing with a presentation at a church on the Sunday morning. All in 4 months. (I organized it before, of course.) Now that summer is quickly approaching i have been planning staff training, buying craft materials, processing staff applications and answering all kinds of questions about the camp that many people have via phone and emails.

this is where i am... aka camp aka home. I still remember when nbi finally became home and when returning i would say that i was going home. i remember in my second year in the RA meeting and how it was suggested that it was after first semester break and, if not, for sure by after Christmas that nbi was to become home for the students. my parents home has been home to me for ever and i am sure it will always be. and while working at lcbi my house there became a place of rest and recuperation and home. i have lived at the camp for just about 7 months and i would always think of returning to my place of dwelling as "going to the camp" and "torch trail". it was only last weekend as i returned from a friend's graduation that i thought, "it will be so good to be home." Torch Trail has become my home. this is where i am... home.

this is where i am... there have been, and probably still will be, uncertainties and insecurities.

this is where i am... but more recently and now there is victory, freedom, and life. and this is where i am...!

why i got real mad one day...

a couple of months ago i was hanging out with three guy friends. the conversation turned to discuss what we should do to occupy our selves that evening. there were several ideas: go for doughnuts at a friends, play some more rook, or go for coffee at Kingfisher. I think that these were the main suggestions but because i got real mad that day i can't remember exactly the options. anyway, that doesn't affect the story. so after the ideas had been suggested we wondered about whose car to take: some one's was broken but could be used if someone had booster cables, someone else's could be used and i had my car. they hummed and hawed. and sat there with foolish looks on their faces waiting for someone to decide.

i had discussed with a few friends how i had been trying to practically practice the enabling of my guy friends leadership development. here was my theory: i would sit back and let one of them decide. this was the way that i had decided to practice submission and practice the enabling of their leadership. i was trying to do this now. i kept thinking, "what in the world is the matter here! why is no one deciding anything. usually this one guy is so good with making decisions! why is he not making one today?" the thoughts rolled around my mind as i sat there biting my tongue. finally, i think i gave up and suggested we go for doughnuts and take my car. drove my car to pick up the boys i still wondered what in the world kept that one guy from making a decisive decision.

as i sat in my car with that, usually good decision maker, guy he suddenly broke my thought pattern with the following statement, "i was being quiet and not making a decision so that the other guys could make a decision." i didn't answer. but i got real mad later and didn't fully understand why until i had had the chance to talk it out with a female friend later that week.

i enable leadership in my guy friends by letting them lead. guys demonstrate to other guys the way to lead by showing them the way. he was trying to lead in the way that i was trying to enable leadership. in effect, he was following my lead by following my actions. all my efforts seemed in vain.

so did i tell him where i think he went wrong? no! of course not. to do so would assume the position of showing the way, thus nullifying the very essence of what i was trying to accomplish.

so what am i trying to accomplish with the publication of this? well, i want to express why i got real made one day...

Monday, May 7, 2007

Helper Days

When i was in kindergarten there was a special day that we all looked forward to. This special day was called "helper days". In fact, every day was a "helper day". Each day there were two helpers. One boy and one girl. When you were the helper you got to do cool and special things. You got to wear a helper pin. It was real big so everyone could see that you were the helper. You also got to stand at the front of the line to lead the class out to the guy and music class. And if there were crayons to hand out to the tables, the helpers got to do it.

I really enjoyed being the helper. It was a special occasion exaggerated by the fact that it didn't happen to me all that often. Thinking back, if there were 12 girls and only two days of school each week, about every month and a half each girl would get to be the helper once. Given holidays and whatnot each girl could expect to be the helper 6 times total for all of their kindergarten experience. For something so exciting as a big button, standing at the front of the line and handing out crayons, 6 times is not that often, but often enough to make it special and sought after. i always felt so special on my helper days. i remember smiling at the front of the line because i was the helper. it felt so good to be the helper, to help my teacher. at age 5 everyone always wants to help. just for perspective helper days were just as great as taking Zeddy home for the week.

But there came a time shortly after kindergarten helper days when being a helper became a horrible thing, a thing to avoid, a very bad thing, indeed. Shortly after my beloved experience as a helper in kindergarten my mother found out about these "helper days". Shortened to "helpadays" being a helper was avoided at all cost. I think the original rotation was myself, Naomi and Tammy. Later Bethany was added and then Lila. On such "helpadays" one received the privilege of praying for the meal and going downstairs several times to "get the corn" or whatever other item was needed for the preparation of supper.

Usually the holler would come from the kitchen just about the time that we were busy with homework or some other pressing matter. Usually we would try to pawn off our responsibility to whoever's "helpaday" it was. If someone was asked to get bread or corn from the basement the resulting reply would be "It's not my 'helpaday'". And so whoever had the misfortune of being the helper that day had to go into the basement and retrieve the dreaded supplies for the meal. Being the helper became such a painful experience that the very word helper began to carry negative connotations. Sometimes one would be the helper two times in one week.

Somewhere in the process of "helpadays" i came to dread any inference of helping, of doing good and serving others. Something that i was diabolically opposed to was the thought that one day i would be forced to be the dreaded helper to one man FOREVER. As a result of these awful "helpadays" i never envisioned myself where i am today. i think i would have seriously injured me had i met myself now, then. I don't think the Crystal today would be friends with the Crystal of 6 - 9 years ago.

Being a helper is not a bad thing. How opposite i am from how i was to even type this. Just as somewhere in time as "helper days" switched to "helpadays" there must have been a time where i began to realize being a helper was not an awful, dreaded thing to avoid but something precious that is not all that bad but a beautiful gift.

Today, i like being a helper. Well, i still don't like getting corn from the basement, but i know that my perspective has changed on being a helper. Some where, some time, i regained that joy that i once had as a helper in kindergarten. once again it was ok to be a helper. once again it is ok to be a helper.


Genesis 2:18 "And the LORD God said, It is not good that the man should be alone; I will make him an help meet for him. " KJV

Genesis 2:20 "And Adam gave names to all cattle, and to the fowl of the air, and to every beast of the field; but for Adam there was not found an help meet for him." KJV

Psalm 30:10 "Hear, O LORD, and have mercy upon me: LORD, be thou my helper." KJV

Psalm 54:4 "Behold, God is mine helper: the Lord is with them that uphold my soul." KJV

Psalm 10:14 "But You have seen, for You observe trouble and grief, To repay it by Your hand. The helpless commits himself to You; You are the helper of the fatherless." NKJV

Hebrews 13:6 "So we may boldly say: “The Lord is my helper; I will not fear. What can man do to me?” " NKJV

Monday, April 30, 2007

Please Tell Us That We are Women

Ordinarily, i would say i am pretty ordinary. Actually, for a while i was almost kinda sad that i am so ordinary. well, what makes me ordinary? really, there is nothing that spectacular about me. i have so sweet skills. i do a lot of things ok but none of them extraordinarily. for awhile i didn't mind being ordinary because i had always heard it said, "God uses ordinary people to accomplish extraordinary things." well if that is true then there should be no problem with being ordinary. but yet somewhere deep inside of me, i long to be not ordinary. i don't want to be the same as everybody else. because everybody else is ... pretty ordinary. i don't want to be ordinary. i long to not be ordinary. i long to be special.

i was recently told, at a church service, by the guest speaker, "You are not ordinary. You are a woman of God." now this might not be so extraordinary or special had he been talking to everyone. But he was talking to just me. there were a few people at the front and he was praying for them and giving them words of encouragement. he said that to me. and only to me. i am not prone to tears. they don't come naturally for me. some people are just good criers. i am not one of them. it is very rarely that i do cry. in fact as the tears streamed down my cheeks i wondered why i was crying. why where these words of life so freeing? so needed? so long i had waited to hear that i was not ordinary. why where these words so liberating? so healing? there was something healing going on in my soul, in the inner most part of my being as those words of life were spoken over me.

i don't want to be ordinary. i don't think anyone does. yes, we know that we are special, but somehow that specialness has become ordinary and in the process, i have became ordinary too. i was not created to be ordinary. my interests, hobbies, personality and weakness, are enough to make me an individual. but there is something deeper that makes me not ordinary. i am a godly woman. it seems almost audacious to write this. prideful too. but i don't think there is any pride here as i contemplate these words spoken over my life. in fact, i think there is great humility required to admit and testify that i am not ordinary. in a world where everyone is trying to be the best, trying to succeed in a competitive market, sports arena and relationships, vying for anything but ordinary, they are marked by ordinary despite their efforts, because of their efforts. ordinary people pursue the things of this world. not ordinary people pursue God.

this weekend surrounded by the festivities of a high school friend's wedding i realized, more than before, not everyone is pursuing God. As the life music and the alcohol from the ticket bar seemed to never end and i caught myself watching people: drink, flirt, dance... but mostly drink and flirt. polkas are not so good for flirting. i wondered what in the world are they trying to prove? what in the world are they living for? and i also caught myself reflecting, "they are ordinary. i am not ordinary. i am a woman of God."

today, there are lots of people. maybe even lots of godly people. but something i am noticing, especially in the church, is that though there are lots of people and even lots of godly people there is something missing in that: there are few godly women and few godly men.

now there is a vast distinction between a godly person and being a godly man or woman. and truthfully i think it is impossible to mature in godliness unless one is maturing as that godly man and that godly woman. God made us men and women. gently, i trod here as my statements are generalizations and exagerations to make the point that we are so prone to overlook and forget: we, as women, have sought to become tough, and strong and lead and like men. but men! oh men, they have somehow become demasculinized. if that is even a word then it is defiantly... definitely what men have become. they have been told and expected to become gentle, tame, talk about feelings, domesticated.

no, i don't think men should run around farting, spitting and burping all the time. i don't think they should run around with clubs and beat each other on the head with them. but i do know that some where something has been lost. i don't know whose fault it is that men are acting like sissies. and i don't know whose fault it is that women are running around trying to rule the world. but i do know that there was and is something lost in the pursuit to gain equality: gone is godly manhood and godly womanhood manifest in our relationships, pursuing the Lord together. i have seen it occasionally. and i have been intentionally trying to grow into being a godly woman.

a question that i have is why in the world did women seek to gain what they could have had, and in the process loose any chance of gaining what they so desperately sought? freedom, equality, rights and liberty. now we can wear what ever we want, or as little as we want: but men have come to disrespect, come to loathe these women who flaunt their bodies. why bother respecting a women who doesn't respect herself.

and another question: where were the men that let these women get so out of control? why did their husbands let them break away from family, care and protection. why did fathers let their daughters seek to abuse themselves? why did they let them think they could protect themselves when their actions demonstrated they didn't... couldn't... ?

I think this is what happened: Adam forgot who he was. and as he forgot who he was, he was no longer able to tell Eve who she was. with no foundation of identity for himself he was unable to tell Eve "you are woman because you were taken from man."

And why did Adam forget who he was? He strayed too far from the voice that whispered his name. he strayed too far from God. For it was God that named him in the first place, gave him identity and purpose.

And now woman, seeing that man has strayed and has no idea where he is or where he is going, has decided that she will seek to find who she is with out his help. and she will also name him too. she will tell him who she is. she will put him in his place. she will give identity to his life. and with that, there went man and woman, wandering, not knowing who they were. man defeated, wondering. and woman empowered yet perpetually wondering: seeking to name both herself and her man.

when a man looks at me and asks me with his eyes, "am i man enough?" i never reply for the answer in my heart is "i can not give you identity. i can not tell you if you are man enough. i can not answer that question for you." he seeks to prove his manliness, seeking and searching for answers. but women can not give him the answers that he so desperately seeks. some woman have tried. they have told their men who he should be, who they want him to be. and this has resulting in the weak men who, given identity from the woman, have become even more defeated and more lost in the process.

when a man knows who he is as a child of God and as a man of God it enables the females around him to develop into women of God. it is when a man knows who he is, as that Man of God, that he, no longer seeking the woman's answers, can now tell her that she is woman. and that is very good.

i am not ordinary. my strengths, hobbies, gifts, personality and weakness are enough to make me unique but it is the fact that i am a godly woman that makes me not ordinary.

oh men, boldly approach the throne of grace to meet the Lord and get him to give you affirmation and identity. i can not give you that. but please, when you have found that you are man, before the Lord, come back for me and my fellow sisters and please tell us that we are women.

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

In the Mean Time

Public Disclaimer: Since I, Crystal, am a woman and author of this blog i am therefore qualified and justified to write anything that is, in my opinion, my opinion. I have the stated the following in order to incite riots, challenge the status quo and just be plain counter culture. I hope you enjoy my tangents as much as i enjoyed going on them. :)

What to do in the mean time. I have had several conversations, as of late, about the mean time and what i should be doing with and in it. Most often this "mean time" is the time before marriage and is quite mean to me some days.

Ok some history, the initial mean time conversation originated in a place far away near Saskatoon, (insert Crystal smile here). We were discussing how it is good for men to work. Hey, whose going to disagree with that. Men love to work. And to do well at their work. (Or so i have read in all the books.) And I love working men. It is something that God created in a man's heart: to desire to work and to do it well. There is something beautifully God ordained in the way a man works, whether in the heat of the day, resulting in many beads of sweat falling and transpiring or as a man works with numbers and people. There is just something wonderfully wonderful about the working man. The ability to work is a wonderful gift from God and many a man, who is demoted, laid off or worse yet... fired, will tell you how lucky is the man who raises from bed to work. Oh sure, they may complain or mumble about work and live for the weekends but when he has no work he wastes away and there is something in his spirit that dies. Oh, you might know a man who is lazy and does not want to work... but that is only what it appears to be, for deep inside, the place where no one can see he fears he may fail at work, at the purpose given to man at the foundations of the worlds creation: he has fallen for the lie that to not work is better than to try to work and fail. Who tells these lies? Sometimes parents, and peers. But the ones who hurt the man's desire to work the deepest is his woman. She has told him he is lazy that he is a good for nothing bum. So why work? Why not prove her right. Prove her wrong MAN, show her the beauty of a working man.

So going back to when the foundation of the world was laid: Genesis 2 gives the expanded account of the creation of man and woman. It is interesting to note here that in Genesis 2:5 it states, "For the LORD God had not caused it to rain on the earth, and there was no man to till the ground..." I read some where that when a conjunction is used in the old testament there is equal weight on the first and second statements. It seems here that it didn't rain because there was no man to work. Creation is ordered and caused to behave in a way because there was no man to work.

But continuing on. In chapter 2: starting at verse 7 an expanded version of the creation of man and woman is given. Verse 8 says that the Lord put the man that He had formed into the garden, Eden, that He had planted. Now after a few verses about the layout of the land and some of the rivers in the area verse 15 gets very interesting: "Then the Lord God took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to tend and keep it." Verse 15 & 17 are the verbal instructions of which fruits he may eat and which he may not and the consequences of said "if" disobedience.

"OK OK we all know this story. What does this have to do with anything that you were rambling on about before?" You may ask. Well, i am glad you asked. Verse 18, the first time in Scripture that God says that His is not good, states: "It is not good that man should be alone; I will make him a helper comparable to him." Verse 19 goes on to say that the birds and the animals were formed. When God formed each living creature he brought it to Adam and Adam named each creature. "And whatever Adam called each living creature, that was its name." Gen 2:1

[Side note: this is why men love naming things: their cars, their bikes, code names, secret club names, nick names... the LORD God designed it into the heart of a man to name things... to speak words of meaning and significance into the lives of others. ]

But in all this searching Adam did not find who he was looking for. He did not find someone to govern and rule the earth with.

[Side note again: This is why men love to search for the one that will compliment their lives. It is a game, a challenge... a hunt to find the one who will fit him. The thrill of the chase. Eve never searched for Adam. It was Adam that looked for that helper to compliment him. It is interesting to note the paradigm shift, most notably in junior high and high school relationships: the girls ask the guys... oh oh oh ... i like your sweater. I know of one girl who specifically drove to a nearby city (the closest one being 2.5 hours away) to attend a college and career group for the soul purpose of finding a boyfriend. And it was not entirely impossible that she would be unsuccessful either! That was the most bizarre part. She didn't succeed, thankfully, but she tired! That is the crazy part: Eve was never created to search for Adam! But we are seeing this more and more. Even older godly ladies, realizing their biological clocks are ticking and the reality of a big family is fading, go searching for Adam. And so they find him, but he is not nearly who they dreamed he would be, he is only a sad glimpse of the man they had once hoped to marry, but he was the only one they could find. Girls are rotten searchers. They usually find a looser who is too wussy of a man to even ask her out: so she takes things into her own hands and she sits alone at night wondering where her night in rusty armor is. One girl, who i deeply admire, is quoted as saying, "If he is not man enough to ask me, he is not man enough to be my man!" Wow! What a girl. She's a keeper. And men sometimes compromise and stop searching for that dear one who is to compliment his heart, only to realize shortly that his compromise has left him with a her nagging like a constant drip and it would be better to live on the corner of a roof. Well, enough tangent for now... moving back to the Genesis account.]

Verse 21 & 22 give account of the creation of woman. Though we do not yet know it is woman that the Lord is creating ... all we know is that Adam is in a deep sleep and the Lord is using a part of Adam in this special creation. Verse 21 & 22: "And the LORD God caused a deep sleep to fall on Adam, and he slept; and He took one of his ribs, and closed up the flesh in its place. Then the rib which the LORD God had taken from man He made into a woman, and He brought her to the man." It is very interesting that the Lord brought her to the man. After all that searching and looking it was the Lord who brought Eve to Adam. It is in verse 23 that we see that Adam names her. "And Adam said: 'This is now bone of my bones and flesh of my flesh; she shall be called Woman, because she was taken out of Man."

[Side note again: This is why women love to be named by men. Ok let me explain: there is something powerful and beautiful and even ordained in God created order for a man to tell a woman who she is. Adam knows who he is before he tells the woman who she is. She is Woman BECAUSE she is taken out of Man! When a man knows who he is and is secure in his identity and position as a man it frees his woman to know who she is because she is secure and safe knowing that her man knows who he is. ]

So now that we have officially gone on the longest, side note ever indulge me as i continue. So Adam was given work before he was given relationship. Going back to the Genesis 1 account of man and woman's creation we are only given a glimpse into the order of events: "So God created man in His own image; in the image of God He created them; male and female He created them. Then God blessed then, and God said to them, 'Be fruitful and multiply; fill the earth and subdue it; have dominion over the fish of the sea, over the birds of the air, and over every living thing that moves on the earth." Verses 29 through 30 affirm what the Lord has created and how He has given it to the man and woman. Verse 31 states, "Then God saw that everything that He had made, and indeed it was very good..." This is the first time that creation is called very good! Interesting!

So man is given work before relationship and then after relationship he given added responsibilities. BUT woman was created in relationship and then given responsibility in that relationship with her man.

So while man is not yet married what should he do in the mean time? Obviously work. But what should woman do in the mean time? That is the real question that has plagued so many late night conversations. What to do in the mean time?

I made a blog.

Bibliography: I have read way too many relationship books to even begin to remember where the ideas that i have read end and my own start. Some where they have all mooshed together to form the hodgepodge i call my blog. Some ideas did come from Lisa Bevere's "Fight Like Girl", but not sure which ones, sorry.

Ode to Fanny


"Their practicality is only overshadowed by their fashionability." A wise man once mussed. Or maybe my selective memory romanticized his poetic admiration of the fashion accessory of the 90's in the hopes that all the fanny packs in Salvation Army Thrift Stores, Value Villages and MCC Thrift Shops all across the nation would be bought and treasured once again.

The more we wore them the greater our minds justified their practicality. We wore them to Holly's: the diner in the middle of now where, half way between Choiceland and Snowden. (Which we highly recommend as they have vanilla, chocolate and swirl soft ice cream there.) We put our cameras inside them and our wallets. And inside the second pocket i put my new puzzle. Andrew put his money in his too. But mostly he complained about not having as cool as a fanny pack as me because he didn't have a second pocket and his wasn't very big to fit lots of stuff. Sharaya was pretty much happy with her fanny pack because it was free and awesome too. To bad that she is hiding it with her camera in the picture. Maybe, she is ashamed of it.

Andrew decided that if he wore his fanny pack all summer he could always have his camera with him to take pictures. I guess that is assuming that he will put his camera in the fanny pack. So we covenanted to band together and wear our fanny packs this summer to carry stuff in it. When one person wears a fanny pack he or she is a looser but when three people wear fanny packs they are cool. Sharaya suggested that we buy all the fanny packs that we can and sell them at the canteen at Torch this summer "...because all the kids would want them when they see us wearing them." And if you are wondering... When two are wearing then they are married.

Monday, April 9, 2007

nothing at all

have you ever felt lonely, and sad and bored and competely nothing at all at the same time? i think that is what i am feeling now and today and even before today.

"fine, thank - you." - polite face.

"good and you?" - everything is good face.

there is nothing wrong or sad or bad or upsetting in my life. there is no grief or loss. but there is an emptiness. contentment? no... complacency, probably. i feel myself drifting to the land of no concern. a lovely gentle stream. drifting to destruction. how do i get off this river? where are the rapids, the sharp rocks that hone my steering?

where am i going? where is my vision? i have been thinking about vision a lot lately. and how i seem to have none. i wish there was someone who could set my vision for me. who could just say: here is what you will do for now and in the future you will do this. without vision the people perish. i think that know what those people experienced. death the slow, complacent, way. one gentle bend at a time.

i can't even barely order for myself in a restaurant! how can i set vision for myself and for others? the other day when we were all out for supper at a new restaurant i didn't know what to order. i figured i would just do what i do when i go for lunch with my family: get what i had always gotten before or order what someone else was ordering. well i had never had anything on the menu, so i guess i was down to option number two: get what someone else was getting. well i couldn't hear what the first three people ordered so there was only two more people ordering. and that did not go as planned. they ordered something new, something risky. i ordered a salad. i did try one of those risky foods ... just a bite. it was good. i might get it another time... if someone else does.

so maybe i am afraid to take risks. no one likes a failure. no one likes to be that failure. but man, the risk of failure has to beat this slow, lazy, drifting to nothing at all. at least then i would have some excitement, some change, maybe even gain some passion and vision along the way.

Hair Bands


When most people mention hair bands, if they are under 25, they usually think of those little elasticy things that girls put in their hair to hold it in a pony tail or pig tails. Ok here we go on a little tangent rant: why are pony tails and pig tails called as such. Pigs don't have two tails! Ok, so much for that rant. Well, hair bands are also called hair things.

"Do you have an extra hair thing? I forgot mine." She begged with much hoping, knowing her game would be totally off if she didn't do her hair in the same habitual pattern.

Well, speaking of hair bands and hair things let us take a trip together into the past. Into the days of hair... long beautiful hair. Into the days when big hair was the rage and leather pants were hot... and more than just sweaty hot, but actually hot... hot. A side note best added here is that: the picture is really just my sisters trying to be all 80's and stuff but i thought it added an "interesting" touch.

So, about hair bands.

I have an admission to make. It is not a confession, but an admission. When i was little, well in about grade 6 and 7, I was totally in love with a couple hair bands. i picked up their tapes at a garage sale for 25 cents each. i thought i was the coolest. I loved listening to the stellar guitar and the vocals that were errie, haunting and melodious at the same time. Remembering to those days, the harmonies were pretty tight too.

I decided that, since i had thrown out the tapes, and had only vague memories of the lyrics and band names i should do some research. in a mater of minutes using an 80's lyrics search engine i had found two sites of the bands i had once listened to late into the night... oh memories of rewinding and replaying my favorite songs over and over.

I was only 5 when most of those tapes came out. The year was 1988. But when i was 12 and 13, in '95 I was the coolest, listening to those hair bands. oh, hair bands, where are you now to assure me of my coolness? why am i now so concerned with money, success, and being cool... accepted? times were so simple then.

looking back at some of the lyrics, i now see some are really kinda sketchy. but still there are some meaningful ballads and sweet, sweet memories of chillin' in my room in the late nights. the songs, the lyrics and even the bands do not mean so much to me now... but the feelings, the feelings of the memories, those good times, they are what mean something to me. The memories are gray, but man they're really coming back.

As the music drifts from the speakers on on my toshiba laptop, i feel shivers and the same calm floods me every time. the harmonies envelope and cover me like familiar, loved blanket. dreaming that one day someone will dream of me with that persistence, purity and strength.

the song plays on and i now see that the lyrics read like an old country song. who ever said these guys don't have feelings and all they care about is sex hasn't heard this song, seen this heart. hair bands. beauty. pain. love. joy. dreams. delicate. timeless. but one question plagues the never ending saga: all i really want to know is why sometimes she cries when she's alone at night?

Friday, March 30, 2007

i am not ashamed... i still sleep with a stuffed toy.


i don't have a baby. i don't have a boyfriend. but i do have a tatter tot. he has been with me for a very long time now. in fact, my memory does not exist before there was a tatter tot.

apparently, when i was small i didn't name him. years later i found him in a box in the basement and i kinda felt bad that i didn't remember his name. my mom had taken him away and put him in some box in a corner of our dark, dank, horrible and cold basement. i am sure the basement was drafty and musty as well.

anyways, all i knew was that he was mine. i remember opening the box and seeing a few things that i recognized from my childhood. "hey, this is mine!" i exclaimed. i took my bear, the little pillow and a few blankets and ushered them into my room. for a while the yellow bear remained nameless.

sometime during the duration of my first year at Bible school, nbi, i named him, tatter tot, after those tasty little potato things that one can eat for, preferably, breakfast or brunch. though they could be eaten anytime thoughout the day or even night, i suppose. since being named tatter tot, he has accompanied me on many adventures: to bgse in lake louise, and numerous soccer tournaments. here is a picture to commemorate the love that i have for tatter tot. i am not ashamed... i still sleep with a stuffed toy.

"where did i put my keys?"

I have just finished reading "to live in love" by Eileen Guder. She systematically goes through 1 Corinthians 13 giving practical application that is profound in it's simplicity and life changing if implemented. I quote one specific part that challenged me: "Rather than face, and deal with, the sins that are our own, we look around for some evidence of someone else's sin." (p 152, paragraph 1). Though first published in 1967, these words still ring true.

I often loose things, misplace them and then forget where i have put them. There is another person that i know who does this a lot, as well. It annoys me to no end. "Why can't he keep track of his things? Why does he always leave this laying around? Why can't he can't put that back where he found it? Do i even need to bother guessing whose this is? Of course, he always leaves stuff everywhere." I mutter to myself.

But as i look closer at my own life i realize that it is me that annoys myself. "Where did i leave my keys? Has anyone seen my jacket? I was sure i put that paper here somewhere." i seethe in frustration with myself.

It is much easier to mutter under my breath about someone else's faults than to look introspectively at my own. Change? That takes work! Complaining is much easier. Taking responsibility for my actions? Never! That's hard. But i think it is worth it. I think it is worth the effort, the time, even worth the pain.

When i take responsibility and see the real ugliness, and imperfection in my heart that i try so desperately, yet so inadequately, to hide, i am found in a place where i am broken for i can't even change my bad habit of loosing things on my own. Oh what a desperate state i am in when i try to change "unhealthy relating patterns" and "disobedience" and "rebelion" aka ... SIN... (oh how painful to my over inflated pride to even write) that has spawned from no where in my heart.

My heart is inherently bad, corrupt, deceitful. I naturally want to run from and pretend that i have done no wrong and that everything will be ok. And there is more that needs to change than just my awful habbit of loosing things. There is so much more that needs fixing, so many more areas in my life that need continual redemption.

But praise be to the Lord of Heaven who enables change, in all parts of my life, who enables me to want to change. Who brings me to a place in my life where i want to deal with the yuckiness beneath and give up my pretending facade.

O Lord, you are my Rock, my hiding place. I do not need to run and hide from You but i need to run to You to find shelter and strength. You are the only one who can change a gross heart and mind. Thank you for the desire to look at my own sin in assurance that You have already provided the only way it can be blotted out and erased.

Horses



Well, i thought i would post this picture for you all who know about my secret blog. I just think that it is neat that all these horses lined up just for this picture.

I don't know a lot about horses. I don't know about their care, grooming, training or anything else about them for that matter. But i do know how hard it could be to photograph seven of them like this in a row. Well, maybe it would be easy for some. I have decided that i am kinda a boring hermit and taking pictures is basically the excitement of my life so i thought that if there are any people out there not doing a particularly large amount of random activities on the given day that you stumble accross this blog, you might like this picture too.

I actually haven't done anything at the ranch except take pictures. Here is another picture: (I found the balck and white and soda function on my camera. Oh, the joys of digital photography. But whoa, and alas, i miss you closed eyes pictures.)

Tribute to Closed Eyes Pictures


"Oh, your eyes are closed." He said.

"Let's take another one." She said.

With the advent of the digital camera closed eye pictures are now a rare and endangered entity. A simple few clicks and they are deleted from digital cameras, computers, and rarely ever printed at Extra Foods and Walmart.
Oh, closed eyes pictures, i pine for you. I long for the days gone by when, inevitably, i would return from developing over priced film pictures only to find that in every single one there was someone with their eyes closed. i long for those disappointing moments now, as your imminent extinction only reminds me of the other things that we have lost with the boom of technology and industry: the parlor and tea on Sundays, long walks in the woods, homemade soup, chivalry.
When you disappear, oh closed eyes pictures, it is only a matter of moments before all that is right and good and pure in the world follows your demise.

Friday, March 2, 2007

Sunrise

"The unfailing love of the Lord never ends! By his mercies we have been kept from complete destruction. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each day. I say to myself, “The Lord is my inheritance; therefore, I will hope in him!” Lam 3:22 - 24 NLT

My Tribute to Peppers


I just thought i would write a little on one of my favorite foods: PEPPERS. i actually like the yellow ones the best. they are so juicy. Peppers are also very unique. I think they are all shaped differently. And it is true that they come in lots of different colors too. Their array of colors make them so beautiful i sometimes don't want to eat them. i like to eat peppers raw and like the crunchiness to them. i am not sure why i am writing this tribute to peppers, except that i like them and i haven't entered a post for a while. I also am writing more words to fill up space because i don't like it when there are only a few words right beside the picture and then only a few underneath. Oh well, i hope all this writing and talking about my love for peppers... especially the yellow ones makes an aesthetically pleasing blog post. Well if i was you i would hustle my buns to a grocery store and buy a yellow pepper. Because yellow peppers are the best!

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Only Jesus Can Make Us Clean


“Wash yourselves, make yourselves clean; Put away the evil of your doings from before My eyes. Cease to do evil.” Is 1:16

“And behold, a leper came and worshiped Him, saying, “Lord, if You are willing, You can make me clean.” Mt 8:2