This post is frightfully overdue. I will do much better at keeping up with updates, I really will. This was meant to conclude my three months in Australia, which actually ended about a month ago. While I was over there I kept a log of all the bizarre words they used! Okay, I'm kidding. To them, some of our vernacular is weird too. There are also a lot of pronunciation differences, but this list is for different words we use for the same thing. I'm sure you'll know many of these, but some may offer some new laughs.
Australia American
Capsicum Pepper (Red pepper, green pepper...)
Prawns Shrimp (Yes, this means that Australians never say, "Put another shrimp on the barbie"! We've been so fooled!)
Sultanas Raisins
Bickies (Biscuits) Cookies/ Crackers
Tomato Sauce Ketchup (This was confusing since I use tomato sauce for pasta sauce)
Texters Markers
Mobile Cell Phone (This is obvious, but I got made full of for "cell phone" enough to put it on the list.)
Trackies Sweat pants (I think. This seemed to get used for a few things, but I believe it came from "track suit", and was simply abbreviated.)
Lounge Couch/ Sofa (We typically reserve lounge as a verb.)
Pram Stroller (Pram always made me think of the 1950s.)
Bindies Stickers (Like the kind that gets stuck in your foot when you walk barefoot in the grass. This made me laugh so much! It's also an acceptable name.)
Needle Shot/ Injection
Fringe Bangs (I'll admit, ours makes less sense here.)
Plait Braid
Braid French Braid (Nothing confused me more than these last two. I'd be doing one of the girls' hair and always end up saying, "wait, did you want a braid braid or the plait braid or... which was which again?!)
Singlet Tank Top
Gum Boots Rain Boots
Fairy Floss Cotton Candy (Their name is so much more fabulous!)
Bench Counter (i.e. Kitchen counter. Another very confusing one.)
Chemist Drug Store/ Convenient Store
Bottle Shop Liquor Store
and... of course...
Thongs Flip Flops (Yes, it is totally normal to say something like, "Oh, I'm just putting away my husband's thongs.")
Well, there you go! You are ready for your trip Down Under. There are others but these were the ones I kept track of. Throw in some comments of any others that you know! <3
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Saturday, November 23, 2013
Pictoblog: Australia weeks 7,8, & 9
Most of you know that I have been in Australia for the past 9 (roughly) weeks. I do most of my photo updates on Facebook, but some special events took place in the past few weeks so I decided to do a picture update here. Enjoy!!
Melbourne Cup
The Melbourne Cup is a very big deal horse race over here AND a reason to dress up and drink. We did exactly that.
A huge thank you to COUNTRY AFFAIR in Dungog for my beautiful dress and facinator!! I felt like Kate Middleton. Now just to find a box to bring my sweet head piece home in. :)
If you even get the opportunity to climb the Sydney Harbour Bridge, my Lord, take it! What an unforgettable experience and a chance to see Sydney like you never have before. The whole day was amazing and Bridgeclimb and their crew were fantastic. (If you get to chose, make sure your tour guide is Mitch :) )
Melbourne Cup
The Melbourne Cup is a very big deal horse race over here AND a reason to dress up and drink. We did exactly that.
Every great party needs great food. I love this recipe (and my slight variation on it for this event); it has made more than one special day completely delicious. <3
Climbing the Sydney Harbour Bridge
Tattoos!
Never did I imagine that I'd spend so much time in a tattoo parlour on this trip. As I've posted about on Facebook, I got a tattoo on my foot eight days after I arrived. I got it touched up last week, just a few days after my cousin got a massive tat on his back. Voodoo Tattoo in Gosford is HIGHLY recommended if you're in the area and needing some ink. They're clean and fun and the whole process was so good that I haven't ruled out the idea of getting another one. ;)
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Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Promises Part 3: Scared to Death
The Lord is my light and my salvation;
Whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life;
Of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked came against me
To eat up my flesh,
My enemies and foes,
They stumbled and fell.
Though an army may encamp against me,
My heart shall not fear;
Though war may rise against me,In this I will be confident. (Psalm 27:1-3)
You must not fear them, for the Lord your God Himself fights for you. (Deuteronomy 3:22)
Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you. Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. Resist him, steadfast in the faith, knowing that the same sufferings are experienced by your brotherhood in the world. But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you. To Him be the glory and the dominion forever and ever. Amen. (1 Peter 5:6-11)
When I was younger (and truthfully not much younger) I had a really difficult time with the Old Testament. I liked the Sunday School stories and some of the images were fun to concoct in my imagination. I'd think about what it would be like to be on a single boat with both snakes and mice, both hawks and rabbits. I'd wonder how tall Goliath really was. My favorite was always the parting of the Red Sea. I'd close my eyes and picture walking through the middle of two walls of water so high above my head that I couldn't see the sky. I'd pretend to run my hand along the water and then worry that I might knock it down. Even with all that fun however, the Old Testament always seemed so separate; so foreign. I didn't see how verses and stories could relate to me because I wasn't likely to be in a war with swords and spears being thrown around me, and that seemed to be an element of almost all the stories I heard. It has only been recently that God has started to whisper truths to my heart that I find while reading the Old Testament.
One of my little cousins who I have been living with has a knack for asking "what if" questions. She can take any normal situation and move it to an absurd place far from reality just to ask you what you would do if that were the case. I don't normally answer these questions, I simply tell her that I don't play the game of "what ifs"; I like to deal with what is happening right now and not worry about something made up. Well, I was thinking about that answer and I realized, that isn't exactly true.
Every one of us worries about something; or some things. We are all afraid even though we hate that word. Afraid. Scaredy-cat. Worrywart. Chicken. These terms are demeaning and make us seem weak and insecure so we deny them, but if we're honest, we all let fear seep into the cracks of our lives. I used to say I wasn't afraid of anything because I liked spiders and heights didn't bother me and I learned to love the dark and that basically covered the main fears. Of course this was when I was in high school and was confident that I'd graduate, go straight to college, get a fabulous job, fall in love and get married, and let life work out just for me. Since then, I've discovered, I get scared; I play the "what if" game in my head. What if I get to be another year older and still nothing has changed? What if someone else asks me what I'm doing with my life and I don't have a good answer? What if they think less of me? What if they forget me? What if I had stayed? What if I fall to that same temptation again? What if that voice in my head that beats me up never goes away? What if he had loved me? What if I were more lovable? What if I'm not lovable? What if this is it?
Those are real questions that I just climbed up into the attic of my mind to retrieve. I wasn't planning on doing this, but why don't you take just a second to do that yourself. Grab a pen and a piece of paper and think about the "what ifs" that haunt you without you even realizing it. It's okay, I'll wait...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jj0ChLVTpaA
Ready? Were you surprised by what you found? Maybe... or maybe you knew what was waiting there. What if I never get married? What if I get divorced? What if that relationship never gets mended? What if I get sick? What if lose my job? What if I can't afford my car? What if someone I love gets cancer? What if someone I love dies? What if he leaves me? What if I never find a friend I can trust? What if I never learn to forgive him? What if she never forgives me? What if I never reach my dreams?
These thoughts that take up space in our heads can do far more damage than we realize. We become a different version of ourselves when the fears we hate come out of hiding. Confidences are shaken and insecurities take over. Patience is gone, because what if we don't have time?! Instead we are short and annoyed. Generosity must leave to make way for stinginess and selfishness. Love becomes conditional and temporary instead of abundant and wholehearted. We cast off the Fruits of the Spirit and reap the Fruits of Fear. The greatest tragedy is that when we are ruled by fear we lose our witness. We lose the opportunity to be an example to those who do not know the saving truth that we carry. 1 Peter 3:15 tells us to be ready whenever anyone asks a reason for the hope that is within us but how will anyone ever ask if hope has been replaced by despair, anger, loneliness, bitterness? The God of all Grace and has called us to eternal glory in Christ Jesus! Where is our hope?
Do you know what I have come to love most about the Old Testament? God speaking to His people. Sometimes He sent a messenger, sometimes He spoke to one and told them to tell the others, sometimes it's not clear if He whispered in someone's ear or just opened up the sky and shouted everything to everyone. I don't understand a lot of things and this is one of them and yet I am drawn to a God with a personality who is not just observing His world and His people but is in every moment of their lives telling them the foundations to build their lives on and to pass down to their children's children's children. One of those foundations I think is written on nearly every page of scripture: DO NOT FEAR. That is more than a suggestion; it's a command.
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. (Joshua 1:9)
It is easy to say to a friend, "don't worry about it." It's easy to look from the outside in and tell others to be brave. But when the voice in your head sends a message to your heart and all of a sudden you are surrounded by the uncertainties you run from, how helpful does it seem to hear these same words? Is fear as crippling for you as it is for me?
I tell my sweet little cousin I don't answer "what ifs." Well, what if I did?
Or better yet, what if I found my answer from the God of all Grace?
What if I am alone?
Fear not, for I am with you;
Be not dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you,
Yes, I will help you,
I will uphold you with My righteous right hand (Isaiah 41:11)
What if they hurt me or turn on me? What if they have power over me and they abuse it?
The Lord is my light and my salvation;
Whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life;
Of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)
What if I fail? What if I'm not strong enough and I give in to the pressure?
You must not fear them, for the Lord your God Himself fights for you. (Deuteronomy 3:22)
Oh! How I love that verse. The Lord, yes the Lord your God, yes the Lord your God HIMSELF fights for you! He battles for you. He goes up against your enemies, He takes on your demons and He does it for you! And not only that...
And if anyone sins, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. And He Himself is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the whole world. (1 John 2:1b-2) (**not to change the subject, but this verse alone sort of kicks Calvinism in the teeth.)
Therefore He is also able to save to the uttermost those who come to God through Him, since He always lives to make intercession for them. (Hebrews 7:25)
Jesus Christ, the Son of God who lived a perfect life and died our death and took the punishment for our sins and then conquered death by rising from the grave and leaving no room for fear and then ascending into Heaven where He will one day take us to live for all eternity is advocating and interceding on our behalf. Can you fathom that? Can you just let that sink in. He is God. And He is on your side. He is on my side. Whom shall I fear?
I have forever carried with me what I was told by my "second dad" if you will (not that I need another one), on a mission trip to the Philippines. When discussing what things could happen he asked us, "What is so scary about that? All they can do is take your life... and they can't even do that unless God has appointed this to be your time to die. If now is your time to die then no doctor, no medicine, nothing is going to give you another second of life and if it is not your time to die, no man (or disease or catastrophe or accident) on this planet can touch you."
Whom shall I fear?
The namesake of this blog comes from Matthew 6:25-34. Christ is speaking there and He is compelling His followers to put away worry and anxiety and stress and instead trust a God who takes care of lilies and sparrows because you better believe that He loves you more than either of those things. You are His child! His precious child.
We all have fears, but it is a choice to live in them. If we continue to be swayed by worries we will come to the end of our lives without having been a witness for Jesus Christ and we will have hindered others from seeing Him in our lives. We can never be separated from Him, He is with us always, no one can touch us outside of His plan, what others mean for evil He means for good. This promises series started because I wanted to preach God's promises to my soul. There could be no better practice than this. Your fears may not disappear and it may be a battle you will continually fight with yourself, but you are not fighting alone and your team mate has never lost a fight. And guess what? He never will. I promise (but don't take my word for it.)
What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things? Who shall bring a charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies. Who is he who condemns? It is Christ who died, and furthermore is also risen, who is even at the right hand of God, who also makes intercession for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written:
Whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life;
Of whom shall I be afraid? When the wicked came against me
To eat up my flesh,
My enemies and foes,
They stumbled and fell.
Though an army may encamp against me,
My heart shall not fear;
Though war may rise against me,In this I will be confident. (Psalm 27:1-3)
You must not fear them, for the Lord your God Himself fights for you. (Deuteronomy 3:22)
Therefore humble yourselves under the mighty hand of God, that He may exalt you in due time, casting all your care upon Him, for He cares for you. Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil walks about like a roaring lion, seeking whom he may devour. Resist him, steadfast in the faith, knowing that the same sufferings are experienced by your brotherhood in the world. But may the God of all grace, who called us to His eternal glory by Christ Jesus, after you have suffered a while, perfect, establish, strengthen, and settle you. To Him be the glory and the dominion forever and ever. Amen. (1 Peter 5:6-11)
When I was younger (and truthfully not much younger) I had a really difficult time with the Old Testament. I liked the Sunday School stories and some of the images were fun to concoct in my imagination. I'd think about what it would be like to be on a single boat with both snakes and mice, both hawks and rabbits. I'd wonder how tall Goliath really was. My favorite was always the parting of the Red Sea. I'd close my eyes and picture walking through the middle of two walls of water so high above my head that I couldn't see the sky. I'd pretend to run my hand along the water and then worry that I might knock it down. Even with all that fun however, the Old Testament always seemed so separate; so foreign. I didn't see how verses and stories could relate to me because I wasn't likely to be in a war with swords and spears being thrown around me, and that seemed to be an element of almost all the stories I heard. It has only been recently that God has started to whisper truths to my heart that I find while reading the Old Testament.
One of my little cousins who I have been living with has a knack for asking "what if" questions. She can take any normal situation and move it to an absurd place far from reality just to ask you what you would do if that were the case. I don't normally answer these questions, I simply tell her that I don't play the game of "what ifs"; I like to deal with what is happening right now and not worry about something made up. Well, I was thinking about that answer and I realized, that isn't exactly true.
Every one of us worries about something; or some things. We are all afraid even though we hate that word. Afraid. Scaredy-cat. Worrywart. Chicken. These terms are demeaning and make us seem weak and insecure so we deny them, but if we're honest, we all let fear seep into the cracks of our lives. I used to say I wasn't afraid of anything because I liked spiders and heights didn't bother me and I learned to love the dark and that basically covered the main fears. Of course this was when I was in high school and was confident that I'd graduate, go straight to college, get a fabulous job, fall in love and get married, and let life work out just for me. Since then, I've discovered, I get scared; I play the "what if" game in my head. What if I get to be another year older and still nothing has changed? What if someone else asks me what I'm doing with my life and I don't have a good answer? What if they think less of me? What if they forget me? What if I had stayed? What if I fall to that same temptation again? What if that voice in my head that beats me up never goes away? What if he had loved me? What if I were more lovable? What if I'm not lovable? What if this is it?
Those are real questions that I just climbed up into the attic of my mind to retrieve. I wasn't planning on doing this, but why don't you take just a second to do that yourself. Grab a pen and a piece of paper and think about the "what ifs" that haunt you without you even realizing it. It's okay, I'll wait...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jj0ChLVTpaA
Ready? Were you surprised by what you found? Maybe... or maybe you knew what was waiting there. What if I never get married? What if I get divorced? What if that relationship never gets mended? What if I get sick? What if lose my job? What if I can't afford my car? What if someone I love gets cancer? What if someone I love dies? What if he leaves me? What if I never find a friend I can trust? What if I never learn to forgive him? What if she never forgives me? What if I never reach my dreams?
These thoughts that take up space in our heads can do far more damage than we realize. We become a different version of ourselves when the fears we hate come out of hiding. Confidences are shaken and insecurities take over. Patience is gone, because what if we don't have time?! Instead we are short and annoyed. Generosity must leave to make way for stinginess and selfishness. Love becomes conditional and temporary instead of abundant and wholehearted. We cast off the Fruits of the Spirit and reap the Fruits of Fear. The greatest tragedy is that when we are ruled by fear we lose our witness. We lose the opportunity to be an example to those who do not know the saving truth that we carry. 1 Peter 3:15 tells us to be ready whenever anyone asks a reason for the hope that is within us but how will anyone ever ask if hope has been replaced by despair, anger, loneliness, bitterness? The God of all Grace and has called us to eternal glory in Christ Jesus! Where is our hope?
Do you know what I have come to love most about the Old Testament? God speaking to His people. Sometimes He sent a messenger, sometimes He spoke to one and told them to tell the others, sometimes it's not clear if He whispered in someone's ear or just opened up the sky and shouted everything to everyone. I don't understand a lot of things and this is one of them and yet I am drawn to a God with a personality who is not just observing His world and His people but is in every moment of their lives telling them the foundations to build their lives on and to pass down to their children's children's children. One of those foundations I think is written on nearly every page of scripture: DO NOT FEAR. That is more than a suggestion; it's a command.
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go. (Joshua 1:9)
It is easy to say to a friend, "don't worry about it." It's easy to look from the outside in and tell others to be brave. But when the voice in your head sends a message to your heart and all of a sudden you are surrounded by the uncertainties you run from, how helpful does it seem to hear these same words? Is fear as crippling for you as it is for me?
I tell my sweet little cousin I don't answer "what ifs." Well, what if I did?
Or better yet, what if I found my answer from the God of all Grace?
What if I am alone?
Fear not, for I am with you;
Be not dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you,
Yes, I will help you,
I will uphold you with My righteous right hand (Isaiah 41:11)
What if they hurt me or turn on me? What if they have power over me and they abuse it?
The Lord is my light and my salvation;
Whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life;
Of whom shall I be afraid? (Psalm 27:1)
What if I fail? What if I'm not strong enough and I give in to the pressure?
You must not fear them, for the Lord your God Himself fights for you. (Deuteronomy 3:22)
Oh! How I love that verse. The Lord, yes the Lord your God, yes the Lord your God HIMSELF fights for you! He battles for you. He goes up against your enemies, He takes on your demons and He does it for you! And not only that...
And if anyone sins, we have an Advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous. And He Himself is the propitiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the whole world. (1 John 2:1b-2) (**not to change the subject, but this verse alone sort of kicks Calvinism in the teeth.)
Therefore He is also able to save to the uttermost those who come to God through Him, since He always lives to make intercession for them. (Hebrews 7:25)
Jesus Christ, the Son of God who lived a perfect life and died our death and took the punishment for our sins and then conquered death by rising from the grave and leaving no room for fear and then ascending into Heaven where He will one day take us to live for all eternity is advocating and interceding on our behalf. Can you fathom that? Can you just let that sink in. He is God. And He is on your side. He is on my side. Whom shall I fear?
I have forever carried with me what I was told by my "second dad" if you will (not that I need another one), on a mission trip to the Philippines. When discussing what things could happen he asked us, "What is so scary about that? All they can do is take your life... and they can't even do that unless God has appointed this to be your time to die. If now is your time to die then no doctor, no medicine, nothing is going to give you another second of life and if it is not your time to die, no man (or disease or catastrophe or accident) on this planet can touch you."
Whom shall I fear?
The namesake of this blog comes from Matthew 6:25-34. Christ is speaking there and He is compelling His followers to put away worry and anxiety and stress and instead trust a God who takes care of lilies and sparrows because you better believe that He loves you more than either of those things. You are His child! His precious child.
We all have fears, but it is a choice to live in them. If we continue to be swayed by worries we will come to the end of our lives without having been a witness for Jesus Christ and we will have hindered others from seeing Him in our lives. We can never be separated from Him, He is with us always, no one can touch us outside of His plan, what others mean for evil He means for good. This promises series started because I wanted to preach God's promises to my soul. There could be no better practice than this. Your fears may not disappear and it may be a battle you will continually fight with yourself, but you are not fighting alone and your team mate has never lost a fight. And guess what? He never will. I promise (but don't take my word for it.)
What then shall we say to these things? If God is for us, who can be against us? He who did not spare His own Son, but delivered Him up for us all, how shall He not with Him also freely give us all things? Who shall bring a charge against God’s elect? It is God who justifies. Who is he who condemns? It is Christ who died, and furthermore is also risen, who is even at the right hand of God, who also makes intercession for us. Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword? As it is written:
“For Your sake we are killed all day long;
We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.”
We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.”
Yet in all these things we are more than conquerors through Him who loved us. For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord. (Romans 8: 31-39)
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Sunday, October 6, 2013
Top 5 Movies: Make Me Feel Like A Kid
I've decided to start a bit of a lighter series of posts entitled, Top 5 Movies. So many times in the past (and very recently with my cousins) I have been involved in a conversation of favorite movies and as always, I feel torn between too many film allegiances to pick a solid winner or even a top five. My solution: Top 5 movies for as many and as specific of categories as I chose. So, let's get started! (Side note: as this is my blog, these are obviously my opinions. Feel free to share yours in the comments!) Our first category is...
MOVIES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN
Qualifications: This list is not for "great kids movies" or even "movies you loved as a kid." This is for movies that no matter your age, fill you with the carefree warmth of being a child. While watching these movies, you feel like time has paused and you can just be ten again.
5. Swiss Family Robinson
Seriously, who didn't want to live in that tree house?! This movie has pirates, coconut bombs, a shipwreck... ostrich races!!! I always imagined, as a kid, that getting stranded on a desert island could be as awesome as this and every time I watch it now, I believe that I could crash land somewhere and build a mansion with very little trouble, while defending my family from... Japanese pirates? Even now, whenever I am in some tree-filled, fresh-water situation I imagine swimming back to the stranded boat for supplies, being brought to shore by a sea turtle, rescuing the captives from the pirates, and of course, falling in love with Ernst (I always liked him more than Fritz). I think this is the adventure every child (and secretly, every adult) dreams to take.
4. My Girl
Apart from having one of the greatest movie sound tracks of all time, this movie captures love, hormones, and heartbreak from a child's perspective. I wanted to be like Vada and now when I look back I want to believe I was like her. Her relationship with Thomas is something everyone should want for their own kids and Jamie Lee Curtis was about the best step-mom anyone could ask for. I love Vada's crush on her teacher; something most young girls have experienced; and her little smashed heart when she finds out he's engaged. Nothing could possibly hurt, however, as much as seeing her walk up to Thomas' casket and beg for someone to put his glasses on so he can see. Everyone wanted a best friend like that, but everyone feared losing that friend too. Like Vada, in my darkest moments I went to a song (hers was Do Wa Diddy, mine was Rainy Days and Mondays) but I never had to battle the deep and scarring battles that she did. I think I felt that if I ever did though, I'd be going through it with her.
3. The Sound of Music
The scene opens and we fly over the Austrian mountainside, the music begins to play and then there she is: that little singing nun who taught us solfege and that some men are perfect enough for us to ditch our religions. Okay, okay, only kidding. But seriously, Christopher Plummer was one of the first men to make my heart skip a beat. When that strong sea captain pulls out the guitar and his softer side and sings "Eidelweiss" we learned what a real man was. Each song is special (except for "Climb Every Mountain"... did everyone else always fast forward through that one?) and I still can't help but sing along. There are so many magical moments in this movie: Maria and the Captain's dance at the party, the first time you hear her voice breaking into the song when she returns from the abbey, ripping the Nazi flag. That last one is interesting though, because it wasn't until I watched this movie as an adult that I really understood the political implications it portrayed. I don't remember actually understanding that Ralph became a Nazi (or that he was in cahoots with the butler), that the army was trying to force Captain Von Trapp to fight for Germany, or what could be done to the family if they were caught running away. I just knew some bad men and scary music chased them around the nuns' house. Things really are simpler for kids. However, as an adult, I have a new kind of love and admiration for the second half of the film. The way Captain Von Trapp adores Maria, and the way she has matured and turned into a beautiful mother and wife makes me smile long after the credits role. When the whole family, and then the whole audience, sings "Edelweiss" because the Captain cannot finish it alone, knowing that he must leave the country he loves so much, my heart shatters. My favorite thing about this movie is the complete honor and integrity of the Captain and Maria and consequently the children too. This family is strong and, as all the kids know, they will beat the Nazis in the end because they will take care of each other... even if they are living in the Swiss Alps!
2. Hook
It is only appropriate to include in this list a movie set in the land where you are not allowed to grow up. What a fantastic movie to bring back all the wonder of being a child. I still intend to one day have a food fight as colorful and exciting as in this film. This movie makes it easy to believe that somewhere out there (passed the second star on the right) there really is a land of green-haired mermaids and imaginary food and all four seasons at once and of course, Dustin Hoffman terrorizing all the lost boys. Beyond the excitement of trips to Neverland, this movie carries a much more powerful message of the importance of family and especially a call to fathers to acknowledge the gift that their children are. This movie reminded us as children that we were the most special thing our parents could ever have; that they would rather be with us than on any adventure to any faraway land. Also, we could rest at ease knowing if we were ever kidnapped by pirates that Phil Collins would put on a silly costume and head up the investigation (there are actually loads of funny cameos in this one-- Glenn Close!) This could possibly be the best family movie ever.
1. The Sandlot
I couldn't resist putting The Sandlot at #1. If you're an American you should have seen this coming; if not, I hope you one day understand the greatness of this film. Now take off your hats, put your hand over your heart, and look to the sky, because the fire works are starting and Ray Charles is about to sing, "America, The Beautiful". This may be a movie full of boys, but all genders and ages can appreciate the simplicity and innocence of this ultimate children's movie. And it's so funny! Oh, "you're killing me, Smalls" became an anthem for us every time we had s'mores and I'm pretty sure that every young boy at a public swimming pool dreamed of manning up like Squints and kissing the lifeguard of their dreams. From tobacco on fair rides, to collecting bottle caps, to idolizing Babe Ruth, to riding your bike with your best friends all over town, this movie celebrates an era long gone and joy that will perhaps never be known again. As an adult, I watch this movie and long for this time to return, if not for me, then for any future children. I'll have to move on and understand that this golden era isn't returning, but thankfully, it was captured so flawlessly in this film and I promise that any kids of mine will learn to appreciate these nine boys as much as I did and do.
MOVIES THAT MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE A KID AGAIN
Qualifications: This list is not for "great kids movies" or even "movies you loved as a kid." This is for movies that no matter your age, fill you with the carefree warmth of being a child. While watching these movies, you feel like time has paused and you can just be ten again.
5. Swiss Family Robinson
Seriously, who didn't want to live in that tree house?! This movie has pirates, coconut bombs, a shipwreck... ostrich races!!! I always imagined, as a kid, that getting stranded on a desert island could be as awesome as this and every time I watch it now, I believe that I could crash land somewhere and build a mansion with very little trouble, while defending my family from... Japanese pirates? Even now, whenever I am in some tree-filled, fresh-water situation I imagine swimming back to the stranded boat for supplies, being brought to shore by a sea turtle, rescuing the captives from the pirates, and of course, falling in love with Ernst (I always liked him more than Fritz). I think this is the adventure every child (and secretly, every adult) dreams to take.4. My Girl
3. The Sound of Music
The scene opens and we fly over the Austrian mountainside, the music begins to play and then there she is: that little singing nun who taught us solfege and that some men are perfect enough for us to ditch our religions. Okay, okay, only kidding. But seriously, Christopher Plummer was one of the first men to make my heart skip a beat. When that strong sea captain pulls out the guitar and his softer side and sings "Eidelweiss" we learned what a real man was. Each song is special (except for "Climb Every Mountain"... did everyone else always fast forward through that one?) and I still can't help but sing along. There are so many magical moments in this movie: Maria and the Captain's dance at the party, the first time you hear her voice breaking into the song when she returns from the abbey, ripping the Nazi flag. That last one is interesting though, because it wasn't until I watched this movie as an adult that I really understood the political implications it portrayed. I don't remember actually understanding that Ralph became a Nazi (or that he was in cahoots with the butler), that the army was trying to force Captain Von Trapp to fight for Germany, or what could be done to the family if they were caught running away. I just knew some bad men and scary music chased them around the nuns' house. Things really are simpler for kids. However, as an adult, I have a new kind of love and admiration for the second half of the film. The way Captain Von Trapp adores Maria, and the way she has matured and turned into a beautiful mother and wife makes me smile long after the credits role. When the whole family, and then the whole audience, sings "Edelweiss" because the Captain cannot finish it alone, knowing that he must leave the country he loves so much, my heart shatters. My favorite thing about this movie is the complete honor and integrity of the Captain and Maria and consequently the children too. This family is strong and, as all the kids know, they will beat the Nazis in the end because they will take care of each other... even if they are living in the Swiss Alps!2. Hook
It is only appropriate to include in this list a movie set in the land where you are not allowed to grow up. What a fantastic movie to bring back all the wonder of being a child. I still intend to one day have a food fight as colorful and exciting as in this film. This movie makes it easy to believe that somewhere out there (passed the second star on the right) there really is a land of green-haired mermaids and imaginary food and all four seasons at once and of course, Dustin Hoffman terrorizing all the lost boys. Beyond the excitement of trips to Neverland, this movie carries a much more powerful message of the importance of family and especially a call to fathers to acknowledge the gift that their children are. This movie reminded us as children that we were the most special thing our parents could ever have; that they would rather be with us than on any adventure to any faraway land. Also, we could rest at ease knowing if we were ever kidnapped by pirates that Phil Collins would put on a silly costume and head up the investigation (there are actually loads of funny cameos in this one-- Glenn Close!) This could possibly be the best family movie ever.1. The Sandlot
I couldn't resist putting The Sandlot at #1. If you're an American you should have seen this coming; if not, I hope you one day understand the greatness of this film. Now take off your hats, put your hand over your heart, and look to the sky, because the fire works are starting and Ray Charles is about to sing, "America, The Beautiful". This may be a movie full of boys, but all genders and ages can appreciate the simplicity and innocence of this ultimate children's movie. And it's so funny! Oh, "you're killing me, Smalls" became an anthem for us every time we had s'mores and I'm pretty sure that every young boy at a public swimming pool dreamed of manning up like Squints and kissing the lifeguard of their dreams. From tobacco on fair rides, to collecting bottle caps, to idolizing Babe Ruth, to riding your bike with your best friends all over town, this movie celebrates an era long gone and joy that will perhaps never be known again. As an adult, I watch this movie and long for this time to return, if not for me, then for any future children. I'll have to move on and understand that this golden era isn't returning, but thankfully, it was captured so flawlessly in this film and I promise that any kids of mine will learn to appreciate these nine boys as much as I did and do.
Monday, September 30, 2013
Now I Think I Know, Steve
September 2013 has come and gone. We did it; we made it through. Were you holding you breath? I know some of us were.
September 8, 2012, my uncle Steve died suddenly while out for a bike ride. Four days before that, my dad's close friend and his sixteen-year-old daughter were killed in a motorcycle accident. September 11th brings with it each year the pain and memories of that chilling day. The following week mayhem and unkindness broke out at my father's church in Texas. September 2012 felt like the month that would never end. This time around, I braced myself. The end of this month brings a little relief, although I know that tragedy can hit anytime. This post however, is a happy one, in some ways. I don't want to look back and cry, I want to remember what made me smile.
In my last post I wrote about the joy in knowing that I will see my saved loved ones again in heaven one day. Never has that meant more to me than when my uncle Steve passed away. I wasn't prepared for that phone call or the following week when it felt like a hole had been cut in my chest. The trip to Oregon to be with my family and the memorial service celebrating his life helped to fill that hole and the year that has passed has also brought healing. About a month ago, however, I walked into my uncle's old house, believing I'd be there for the foreseeable future, and his presence was in everything. For the first few days I cried every time another memory of him was uncovered, whether by a shirt or a cap or a note in a book. I started feeling like he was there in a way, and I'd find myself talking to him; just telling him how much I missed him and what I'd give to have him back again. The pain was present each day, but the hope covered that sorrow at night.
Steve was the funniest person I've ever known. He annoyed me at times, he infuriated me on occasion, but never did he lose the ability to make me laugh. Even in death, he is survived by his stories and the memories we Congdons all hold of his more outrageous moments that will continue bring us laughter. He was unmarried and a bachelor to the core (his house is evidence of that). To his nieces and nephews he was Uncle Steve and Knuckle Rodney. When last counted he had 9 celebrity girlfriends and he loved house chores ("save the dishes for me"... right.) I know that each of us will have one thing that reminds us of him the most; I know that for me, nothing will ever constrict my heart and bring his face to my mind and his voice to my ears than the song, Vincent. Written by Don McClean, this brilliant song celebrates the life and works of Vincent van Gogh, in particular his most famous painting, Starry Night.
Love you, Steve. Miss you. Be good and we'll see you soon.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
Promises Part 2: Homesick
Even so we, when we were children, were in bondage under the elements of the world. But when the fullness of the time had come, God sent forth His Son, born of a woman, born under the law, to redeem those who were under the law, that we might receive the adoption as sons. (Galatians 4:3-5)
For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.” The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him, that we may also be glorified together. (Romans 8:15-17)
For those who do not know, I have been in Australia for the past two weeks (and I am sorry for the delay in posting). I am staying with my lovely cousins and their four children for the next three months. The offer to come here and the decision to come and arriving here all happened so very quickly that I have spent the last three weeks in a violent whirlpool and I have only now gotten to a calm where I can find the words on my heart and in my head to write. I am still not sure if they will be clear and understandable, but I shall do my best.
One thing that I did not spend much time considering before jetting off to Australia was if I would miss my family or my home. This may seem odd, but understand that this is by no means my first time jumping on a plane alone and hoping for the best on the other side. Before coming here I had been in Roseburg, Oregon for three weeks, alone, and was just trying to make that work. Two years ago, shortly after turning 21, I packed all my belongings into two suitcases and moved to Chicago where, with the emotional support of a couple great friends and members of my extended family, I carved out a little life for myself for the time that I was there. Even before that I ventured to the Philippines to work at an orphanage for three months. So, it is evident, that I have had a little experience at going it alone. Well, alone to a certain extent.
I have been asked a time or two since arriving here if I miss my family or if I am going to get homesick. These questions don't have an obvious answer for me. I miss my family every day, but it isn't an ache that I can't endure. My whole life I have lived half a world away from the country I am now in, and all that time my mom's family was here and I missed them. I have often described my heart as a puzzle. When you go somewhere you haven't been for a long time and see people that you have been missing, it's like finding a piece of your heart that has been missing and feeling it click back into place again. It's wonderful; you feel complete! Until you realize that you had to leave another piece in the place you just left. At first you don't miss that piece too much, but over time the hole becomes more and more apparent and you once again feel incomplete. I think Heaven is what it feels like to have all of the pieces of you heart put back together. Forever.
I know there will be times that I miss my family more than others. My dad's birthday will happen while I am here. And then Thanksgiving, my very favorite holiday, will come and go without me for the first time. My first niece was born last April and as I see pictures and videos of her getting bigger and becoming a little child I will feel a twinge and long to hold her again. However, I don't see these things as hurdles I cannot overcome. There may be some sad days, a few tears, but overall, I know I can manage. I remember the one time that I really had deep aches of homesickness. I had been in the Philippines for only a couple of days. It was my youngest brother's 7th birthday, so I bought a phone card and called home. I had already hit a few walls and begun to wonder if I had gotten myself into something I wasn't prepared for. Well, when I heard my mom's voice on the other end of the phone, I had my answer. I immediately burst into tears and desperately tried to cover the phone so she couldn't hear. I finally pulled myself together and said hello after about 15 seconds, pretending that I had a bad connection. At that moment I realized that I had willingly gone out into the jungle in a third world country, choosing not to see my mom for three months, and I was not prepared. I didn't even speak to my little brother because I knew if I heard his voice I wouldn't make it through the day, not to mention the next twelve weeks. As time went on it got easier. I found things to fill up my days and knew that every moment brought me closer to being home again. It took a major attitude change on my part, however, to actually be able to enjoy the trip, and not just survive it. Through time and heartache and tears God showed me why He had brought me there (since it really WAS Him and not I who put me in that place). In one of my many tearful morning quiet times I looked out at the same majestic view I did every day, and with tears streaming down my face and Tenth Avenue North's "Beloved" playing in my ears, I realized my purpose in being there. Though I ached and felt broken and beat up, there was something within me that never felt more whole or more fulfilled than it did at that moment; because it was that very pain and that very homesickness that lead me everyday to that same spot to cry out to my Lord. Never before had I been more honest with Him. Never before did I spend more time with Him. It was in my pain that I truly got to know my Savior and so in it I found joy; I found peace. Still sobbing, I heard Paul's words from James ring in my ears: "Consider it joy, my brothers, when you encounter trials of many kinds; for you know the testing of your faith develops perseverance." I finally knew what that meant. I knew then and I believe it now that without the pain that caused me to cry out to God, I would not have been successful on that trip, and I would not have had the security to attempt any further adventures that came along. I am still so grateful for those dark days.
Now that experience began strengthening my relationship with Christ, and although there is nothing more important, the Bible is quite clear that we were never meant to live this life alone, and I know very, very well the need for physical and tangible love and support through difficulties. I am so blessed to come from a family that I know I can go to for love, support, affirmation, encouragement, and no fear of unkind judgement or negativity. I know that that is an increasingly rare gift and so I am even more thankful for them than I can say. There are some times when you just need your mom to be there and many days all I really want is my brothers and sisters and a Mystery Science Theatre 3000. When I encounter a theological discussion I so want my dad around so we can debrief and he can help me understand things I don't quite get. My family is my treasure. And yet, I have one thing that is even better than my earthly family: knowing that they are part of my eternal family as well. The freedom in knowing that this wonderful family unit that God has stitched together will actually get to be together in Heaven for eternity is inexpressible. In the last year I have had to become acquainted with losing family and friends to death and that produces a deep, scarring pain; but there is no balm sweeter than knowing I will see them again. It is losing a love than does not hold Christ in their heart that scares me so much more than death itself. Because of Christ though, and each of our own decisions to trust in Him, that I can rejoice in knowing that this life is not the end; this short time apart is nothing when the full picture is in view.
There is a wonderful hymn by Thomas Chisholm, Great Is Thy Faithfulness, that says of God's faithfulness to us:
For you did not receive the spirit of bondage again to fear, but you received the Spirit of adoption by whom we cry out, “Abba, Father.” The Spirit Himself bears witness with our spirit that we are children of God, and if children, then heirs—heirs of God and joint heirs with Christ, if indeed we suffer with Him, that we may also be glorified together. (Romans 8:15-17)
For those who do not know, I have been in Australia for the past two weeks (and I am sorry for the delay in posting). I am staying with my lovely cousins and their four children for the next three months. The offer to come here and the decision to come and arriving here all happened so very quickly that I have spent the last three weeks in a violent whirlpool and I have only now gotten to a calm where I can find the words on my heart and in my head to write. I am still not sure if they will be clear and understandable, but I shall do my best.
One thing that I did not spend much time considering before jetting off to Australia was if I would miss my family or my home. This may seem odd, but understand that this is by no means my first time jumping on a plane alone and hoping for the best on the other side. Before coming here I had been in Roseburg, Oregon for three weeks, alone, and was just trying to make that work. Two years ago, shortly after turning 21, I packed all my belongings into two suitcases and moved to Chicago where, with the emotional support of a couple great friends and members of my extended family, I carved out a little life for myself for the time that I was there. Even before that I ventured to the Philippines to work at an orphanage for three months. So, it is evident, that I have had a little experience at going it alone. Well, alone to a certain extent.
I have been asked a time or two since arriving here if I miss my family or if I am going to get homesick. These questions don't have an obvious answer for me. I miss my family every day, but it isn't an ache that I can't endure. My whole life I have lived half a world away from the country I am now in, and all that time my mom's family was here and I missed them. I have often described my heart as a puzzle. When you go somewhere you haven't been for a long time and see people that you have been missing, it's like finding a piece of your heart that has been missing and feeling it click back into place again. It's wonderful; you feel complete! Until you realize that you had to leave another piece in the place you just left. At first you don't miss that piece too much, but over time the hole becomes more and more apparent and you once again feel incomplete. I think Heaven is what it feels like to have all of the pieces of you heart put back together. Forever.
I know there will be times that I miss my family more than others. My dad's birthday will happen while I am here. And then Thanksgiving, my very favorite holiday, will come and go without me for the first time. My first niece was born last April and as I see pictures and videos of her getting bigger and becoming a little child I will feel a twinge and long to hold her again. However, I don't see these things as hurdles I cannot overcome. There may be some sad days, a few tears, but overall, I know I can manage. I remember the one time that I really had deep aches of homesickness. I had been in the Philippines for only a couple of days. It was my youngest brother's 7th birthday, so I bought a phone card and called home. I had already hit a few walls and begun to wonder if I had gotten myself into something I wasn't prepared for. Well, when I heard my mom's voice on the other end of the phone, I had my answer. I immediately burst into tears and desperately tried to cover the phone so she couldn't hear. I finally pulled myself together and said hello after about 15 seconds, pretending that I had a bad connection. At that moment I realized that I had willingly gone out into the jungle in a third world country, choosing not to see my mom for three months, and I was not prepared. I didn't even speak to my little brother because I knew if I heard his voice I wouldn't make it through the day, not to mention the next twelve weeks. As time went on it got easier. I found things to fill up my days and knew that every moment brought me closer to being home again. It took a major attitude change on my part, however, to actually be able to enjoy the trip, and not just survive it. Through time and heartache and tears God showed me why He had brought me there (since it really WAS Him and not I who put me in that place). In one of my many tearful morning quiet times I looked out at the same majestic view I did every day, and with tears streaming down my face and Tenth Avenue North's "Beloved" playing in my ears, I realized my purpose in being there. Though I ached and felt broken and beat up, there was something within me that never felt more whole or more fulfilled than it did at that moment; because it was that very pain and that very homesickness that lead me everyday to that same spot to cry out to my Lord. Never before had I been more honest with Him. Never before did I spend more time with Him. It was in my pain that I truly got to know my Savior and so in it I found joy; I found peace. Still sobbing, I heard Paul's words from James ring in my ears: "Consider it joy, my brothers, when you encounter trials of many kinds; for you know the testing of your faith develops perseverance." I finally knew what that meant. I knew then and I believe it now that without the pain that caused me to cry out to God, I would not have been successful on that trip, and I would not have had the security to attempt any further adventures that came along. I am still so grateful for those dark days.
Now that experience began strengthening my relationship with Christ, and although there is nothing more important, the Bible is quite clear that we were never meant to live this life alone, and I know very, very well the need for physical and tangible love and support through difficulties. I am so blessed to come from a family that I know I can go to for love, support, affirmation, encouragement, and no fear of unkind judgement or negativity. I know that that is an increasingly rare gift and so I am even more thankful for them than I can say. There are some times when you just need your mom to be there and many days all I really want is my brothers and sisters and a Mystery Science Theatre 3000. When I encounter a theological discussion I so want my dad around so we can debrief and he can help me understand things I don't quite get. My family is my treasure. And yet, I have one thing that is even better than my earthly family: knowing that they are part of my eternal family as well. The freedom in knowing that this wonderful family unit that God has stitched together will actually get to be together in Heaven for eternity is inexpressible. In the last year I have had to become acquainted with losing family and friends to death and that produces a deep, scarring pain; but there is no balm sweeter than knowing I will see them again. It is losing a love than does not hold Christ in their heart that scares me so much more than death itself. Because of Christ though, and each of our own decisions to trust in Him, that I can rejoice in knowing that this life is not the end; this short time apart is nothing when the full picture is in view.
There is a wonderful hymn by Thomas Chisholm, Great Is Thy Faithfulness, that says of God's faithfulness to us:
"Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!"
Well, this is when I start feeling the ten thousand beside. On top of giving me a wonderful family and the assurance that they and I will one day sing His praises in glory together, He has chosen to give me something more. No matter where I am; whether down under or in the jungle or in the wild unknown of downtown Chicago, I have a family.
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places in Christ, just as He chose us in Him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and without blame before Him in love, having predestined us to adoption as sons by Jesus Christ to Himself, according to the good pleasure of His will, to the praise of the glory of His grace, by which He made us accepted in the Beloved. (Ephesians 1: 3-6)
Every time I read this glorious sentence I feel like my soul will burst out of my body. How good is this! (Note: this is not going to be a discussion on predestination and election... another time, another place.) "Just as He chose US... that WE should be holy... predestined US to adoption as sons... He made US accepted in the Beloved!" I was not saved by grace through faith to then toil alone and keep my worries between me and God; I was adopted into a family of believers in Jesus Christ who have also felt the weight of their sin carried away by His saving grace. And this isn't just a family of white, middle-class Americans (thank the LORD!) Any human being on this crazy little planet that believes that they have a sin-sick soul and that Christ is their only way to redemption is brought into this large, forgiven, no doubt dysfunctional family. I never felt this more perfectly than earlier this year when I was given the immense privilege to travel to Nepal. I have been on several missions trips that all affected me, but none grabbed my heart quite like this one. Although I was far from my family and friends and without the majority of western comforts and believed necessities, I couldn't escape the feeling that I was home. I felt so completely at home. Why? I was with members of my eternal family who claimed Christ as the Lord of their life; people who loved me before they even knew me because they truly understood how God intended His church, His bride, to function. Also, we shared a desire to use our time on this earth to end the bondage of young girls sold into sex slavery. We shared a Savior and we shared a desire to make Him known; that is home for me. I remember my sweet roommate and I joking (kind of) about "misplacing" our passports so we would have to stay. I even dreaded returning to Chicago. I had (and still have) wonderful Christian friends in Chicago, including a group of girls that God allowed me to be a part of who blessed my soul every time we met. There was a genuine desire to know God more within our group and it was a blessing to journey with them. But the day to day life: my job, the people on the street, the friends who didn't care about God, the stresses of city life, the first world problems, those were the things I dreaded returning to. Every moment in Nepal felt useful. For that week we were a family that had eternity on our minds and we couldn't have been more ready to take on the forces of evil together. That may sound cheesy, but if so you need to get yourself out of America (or Australia) and find a place where you can work with fellow Christians on a cause that God has put on your heart. When you feel the Spirit of God moving over a land there is no mistaking it, and we felt in in Nepal. In our first world lives it is so very easy to put aside our eternal purposes and focus only on adding comfort and security to our temporary lives. If that is you, trust me, you don't know what you are missing. I know, because that is me too. More than anything I was afraid of returning to home and forgetting how I felt when I was working with my Nepali family. It's far too easy for us to cover up injustices, to steer away from deeper and more difficult topics and just stick to safe conversations; even with our Christian friends! We encounter fellow children of God constantly and yet we chose not to take advantage of the gift we have in them.
This is my last story (I promise). The other day while my cousins were out I accidentally broke something. It wasn't terribly drastic, however I knew it was meaningful to them and breaking something of someone else's is never good so, initially, I panicked. I worried how to tell them and if I had just done something that was beyond forgiveness (yes, I'm a a tad dramatic). Then, I just started reminding myself: my lovely, wonderful cousins who have welcomed me into their home and taken care of me are not only part of my earthly family, they're part of my eternal family, too. They claim Christ as their Saviour (I added the 'u' for them) and they have put their faith and their security in Him. They have received the same promises, the same commands, the same grace as I have. There is nothing more encouraging than knowing that someone you may be in conflict with loves Jesus. Now even we who love Him do not always act or react like we should, but still there is freedom in knowing that in the heart of every believer in Jesus Christ, His Spirit is there to guide and direct our ways. In Christ, we are free to love and trust our brothers and sisters because He has, and continues to change our hearts to be more like His.
In My Father’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. (John 14:2)
He is preparing a place for us. He is preparing a place for me; a place where my America-shaped puzzle piece and my Australia-shaped puzzle piece and my Philippines-shaped puzzle piece and all the other little pieces of my heart fit together perfectly and my eternal family and I will never again have to wonder where our home really is. Even when we find ourselves here on earth, in a community of believers, working together for a just cause, hoping to bring glory and honor to our heavenly Father, even then there is homesickness. Until we are in that place prepared for us, we are all homesick whether we acknowledge it or not. So while I may miss my family, while I may long for something American from time to time, I know that no earthly reunion will ever compare to having my family, my whole family, together in that place specially made for us by our creator who loves us, gave His son for us and adopted us as His children. Blessings all OURS with ten thousand beside.
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
"You're So Far Away..."
"...Doesn't anybody stay in one place anymore?"
Oh, wait, that's just me who keeps moving.
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Alright, I know I need to explain some things to those with whom I haven't had a chance to catch up; and frankly that is most of you since I've only had about five days to process this new turn of events. In case you haven't heard anything yet, let me bring you to speed. I am writing this from LAX where I will be boarding a plane is a few hours that will take me to Sydney, Australia! Those of you who were looking forward to pictures and posts from the Pacific Northwest, put that on hold and get ready for sights from the other side of the globe.
Okay, so to back up (but only a little- I'll keep this brief) to a week ago today, I got a Skype call from a couple of my lovely Aussie cousins. I thought this was just a catch up call, but they had an agenda. After a minute or two of chit chat they presented me with an opportunity: let us bring you to Australia for the next three months and you can help us with our kids and our busiest time of year AND spend some time with your much beloved family. Those of you who spoke to me between last Tuesday and Thursday know the difficulty I had in landing on a decision. I'm not going to revisit all of the emotions or stresses I struggled with or the pro/con lists that are still lying around the now empty house in Roseburg; and all of you who think this was a no-brainer, easy-breasy choice, I'll deal with you later; but as is quite clear by now, I landed on yes. I'm on my way to Australia!
My best friend and I have long appreciated a Yiddish proverb that says, when translated, "Man Plans, God Laughs." I think this must now be my life's motto. In no way was I prepared for this switch up. It's not like I had planned my life out or anything, but I was just happy to know exactly where I was going to be for the rest of the year: EEHHH! WRONG! No matter how many times my plans change I still keep thinking that I can be ready for the next step and I can plan my path... When will I learn?
Even without that sweet, little phrase, the truth of it is clear in scripture:
Psalms 33:10
The Lord brings the counsel of the nations to nothing; He makes the plans of the peoples of no effect.
So often I find myself trying to drown out outside voices and just go with my gut, follow my heart, or do what's right for me. This verse should remind me that that means pretty much nothing. I claim Jesus Christ as my Savior and the sovereign ruler of my LIFE; curveballs and change-ups included (check out that baseball metaphor!) If I trust Him, Proverbs 3 tells me He will direct my paths. So here we go! No, I still don't know what's going on, no I still don't have a plan, but really, why bother? I'm following the leader. I'm doing the best that I can and I'm going one day, one moment, one step at a time.
On the first leg of this trip I was gazing out the little window of the plane, watching the sunset and subconsciously planning my future. When I realized this, I had to laugh. I know God is laughing too.
Laugh along with us! Follow this blog, this trip and wherever this life takes me next!
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