My Three Amigos

I've been thinking the past couple of days about my family, and what they mean to me. I guess being on the other side of the world for 6 months is an easy way to learn to appreciate some things you might take for granted when you're used to having them in your every day life. I'm also just really really excited that my mum is going to be here in 15 days, and can't wait to see her!

I thought though, that I might write a blog dedicated my three beautiful siblings. We've always said that no matter what might happen, or where we might go, we'll always be close and there for each other...and I've definitely felt that since I've been in Australia! So I thought I'd take a minute to attempt some words of appreciation for my brother and sisters...

Donna. My sister with the gift of gab. My basement roomy. You have always had this amazing ability to just know me, without me having to explain anything. You could always finish my sentence of "I have a crush on..." before I had to tell you who. And you always knew if I was in a crummy mood or not having a very good day, just by what music I put on when I went into my room. I always know that if I need something, even if it's not a very big "need"...you'll go above and beyond to try and make it happen. I think you're easily the most selfless out of the four of us...always willing to do a favour, or willing to try to help with finding something, or you'd pick up something random on your way home from work...just to make someone smile. I think I've gotten to talk to you the least while I've been away...especially now that you're off being a hippee and tree planting out west...which has definitely been hard since for the last several years I've had your listening ear and encouraging words at my disposal whenever I needed it, and even when I didn't. I just want you to know that I am so proud of you. Your life plans change nearly on a monthly basis...but you always accomplish what you set out to do. You're full on in your nursing schooling now, which I know you're going to make an amazing career out of. And every day that you're out west planting those trees, I just grow more and more astonished at your incredible strength and might...and get so excited to see how God is going to use that to just change the world.

Dionne. My sister with the gift of sweetness, and a personality that everyone falls in love with. The "mum" out of the four of us...the one with the cooking, sewing, and scrapbooking abilities (and no I'm not teasing Di, I actually do appreciate these talents in you!) I think out of anyone I'm related to..we've had the best fights. I guess it's just that stubborn red-headed gene that we've both got. But no matter what silly argument we had...I always knew that it'd work out okay. You never held a grudge, or came back 2 hours later to continue on the same issue...but you know how to let things go, and only cling to what was important. We used to think that we could never share a room...due to the fact we are opposites on the "cleanliness" scale, amoung other reasons. BUT...we learned that was a lie, and I had an incredible week of being your roomy at Territorial in August last year. I was so glad to have that week of hanging out with you, and just journeying through a lot of "God" stuff that we both worked through that week. And it's always good times when we're both beyond tired....and have to help someone move...and attempt to carry a fish tank down 3 flights of stairs...and then in a car...only to have you kill the poor fish 2 days later. You're my sister with a beautiful smile, a kind heart, and a real love and patience for those people in our lives that others might label off as "annoying." I am so proud of you for perservering through to become a graduate in your ECE program. You've got so many incredible strengths and talents Di..don't ever forget that. I'm so proud of you for all that you've struggled through in various aspects over the past couple of years, and have just come out on top of. God's got such a beautiful plan for you!

Bradley. My little bro. My protector. I remember coming down the stairs the night I was going to my semi-formal in grade 11. I came down just in time to hear you, at 11 years old, telling my date that he better have me home at a decent hour, and treat me right....or else. You're the most like me out of the family (sorry if that's a bad thing!) I know Di, Donna and I had it out for you right from the get-go when we informed mum that if she had a boy, we were throwing him out the window. And I guess there were a lot of times it was a struggle...and honestly, it's beyond me how you survived your childhood with the three of us, and Jocelyn, terrorizing you (well I guess you terrorized us too...). But I've always appreciated our talks bud...and anytime we were hanging out. Whether that was when you were still in a crib and I was forced to share a room with you...or when you were still small enough for me to wrestle you to the ground despite all your attempts to fight back...or when you're hiding out somewhere and I seem to be the only one who is able to find you. But I think I appreciate our talks more then anything now that I'm away...getting to hear you play your newest learnt song on the guitar over the phone, or seeing ridiculous photos of you in a rasta hat, or hearing all about your night out at prom. Every day I'm so impressed with how smart you are, how mature you are, and how many "big questions" you take on as a challenge and try to work through. You have such a huge heart of gold Bradley...you're an absolutely genuine guy, who is so selfless and cares so much for everyone around you. You have such a better grasp on life then I did at 17, and I am so thankful for how amazing you have turned out.

Thank you to all three of you...for all the laughs, for the fights, for the memories, for always being there, for being my pillars of strength, for your listening ears, for knowing me better then anyone in this world and loving me anyways...and for just being you. God has blessed me abundantly...and I'm one very lucky oldest sister.

Light, God, and Beauty on the Open Road...

"...life may be much easier than the rest of us believe it is, that most of the things we worry about are not worth worrying about, that a low bank account or unfashionable clothes won't give you cancer. And this is precisely how it sometimes feels to me, that a low bank account or low social status will give me cancer.

I tend to think life is about security, that when you have a full year's rent, you can rest. I worry about things too much, I worry about whether or not my ideas are right, I worry about whether or not people like me, I worry about whether or not I am going to get married, and then I worry about whether or not my girl will leave me if I do get married. Lately I found myself worrying about whether or not my car was fashionable, whether I sounded like an idiot when I spoke in public, whether or not my hair was going to fall out, and all of it, perhaps, because I bought into Houston, one thousand square miles of concrete and strip malls and megachurches and cineplexes, none of it real.

...None of the messages are true or have anything to do with the fact we are spinning around on a planet in a galaxy set somewhere in a cosmos that doesn't have any edges to it. There doesn't seem to be any science saying any of this stuff matters at all. But it feels like it matters, whatever it is; it feels like we are supposed to be panicking about things.

...it hit me that, amid the screaming noise, amid the messages that said buy this product and I will be made complete, I could hardly know the life that life was meant to be...Nobody stops to question whether they actually need the house and the car and the better job. And because of this there doesn't seem to be any peace; there isn't any serenity.

...We drive around in a trance, salivating for Starbucks while that great heaven sits above us, and that beautiful sunrise is happening in the desert, and all those mountains out West are collecting snow on the limbs of their pines, and all those leaves are changing colours out East. God, it is so beautiful, it is so quiet, it is so perfect. It makes you feel, perhaps for a second, that Paul get its and we don't - that if you live in a van and get up for sunrise and cook your own food on a fire and stop caring about whether your car breaks down or whether you have fashionable clothes or whether or not people do or do not like you, that you have broken through, that you have shut your ear to the bombardment of lies, that never, ever stop whispering in your ear. And maybe this is why he seems so different to me, because he has become a human who no longer believes the commercials are true, which, perhaps, is what a human was designed to be.

...This is what we were made for, to watch the beauty of light fill up earth's canvas, to make dirt come alive; like fairy dust, making trees and cacti and humans from the magic of its propulsion.

...could the thing you and I were supposed to feel, the thing you and I were supposed to be, cost nothing?

...maybe when a person doesn't buy the lies anymore, when a human stops long enough to realize the stuff people say to get us to part with our money often isn't true, we can finally see the sunrise, smell the wetness in a Gulf breeze, stand in awe at a downpour no less magnificent than a twenty-thousand-foot waterfall, then square miles wide, wonder at the physics of a duck paddling itself across the surface of a pond, enjoy the reflection of the sun on the face of the moon, and know, This is what I was made to do. This is who I was made to be, that life is being given to me as a gift, that light is a metaphor, and God is doing these things to dazzle us."

-Donald Miller

Congrats Di!

Congrats Shorty on finally getting to say you've graduated your program!! Now you can offically call yourself an Early Childhood Educator! Love you and miss you, and sorry I couldn't be there to see you!!

Click here for more pictures from Di's grad...

Through Painted Deserts

A couple days ago I picked up...

...after my dad had let me know that it had recently come out. I'm just a couple chapters into the book, as I'm trying to pace myself and not race through it as what usually happens when I read Donald Miller because he's just such a brilliant author. I had forgotten how much I loved this author's writing, as it's been ages since I read a previous book of his, "Searching for God knows what." In just reading through the introduction to this book, I immediately re-fell in love with Donald Miller's writing and remembered why he's a favourite of mine. Just wanted to write a short quote that I read last night...

"It's interesting how you sometimes have to leave home before you can ask difficult questions, how the questions never come up in the room you grew up in, in the town in which you were born. It's funny how you can't ask difficult questions in a familiar place, how you have to stand back a few feet and see things in a new way before you realize nothing that is happening to you is normal."

I think I'm especially enjoying this book because it has a lot to do with leaving home and the questions and discoveries that happen when you go exploring beyond where you've grown up in...and a lot of what I'm reading feels exactly like what I've been going through and continue to go through while I'm in Australia, but just written out in a much more articulate and interesting way in the words of the fabulous Donald Miller.

Definitely glad I picked it up...

Blessings!

D I S C O, that's the way we disco...

I just had the wonderful privledge of being a leader at Melbourne Central's kids camp this past weekend. My body is absolutely aching, and I'm feeling a bit under the weather...but it was most definitely good times none the less.

A highlight to the weekend was getting to be in charge of the campfire Sunday night. To everyone who reads this in Canada...try to wrap your head around this like I've had to...in Australia, there is no "camp culture." And when I said there's none..I mean nothing. Going to a kid's camp for 3 days is HUGE for both the kids and the leaders, and there are no such thing as campfire songs. Well, there's the traditional, have someone play a guitar and sing along with whatever songs they can play on guitar...but that's about it.

So..I decided to use the opportunity of being in charge of the campfire to introduce a few things into Australia. There was a wonderful rendition of "I've come to marry the princess" done by Matt who taught it to one of the other male leaders at the camp. As well....I introduced "There ain't no flies on us" and the "DISCO" song to the kids. It's great to know that kid's internationally are just the same...they get addicted to the DISCO song. I'm glad I wasn't on the bus ride from the camp to Moreland Corps...because apparently it's all they sang for the entire trip. They even got me to lead a singing of it at the concert Monday afternoon. So now that every camp leader in Canada officially hates that song...now Australia can be infected by it too (lol).

I got to meet and hang out with heaps of amazing and brilliant kids. From little 6 year old girls who you just wanted to put in your pocket because they were so cute, to the older kids of the camp who just provided a laugh in every conversation you had with them. It even felt like I was back at camp at home when I had to sleep without a pillow because I'd given it out to a camper, and I had a sweater smelling like pee because I let one of the younger boys wear it.

The weekend definitely made me realize how much I really am going to miss being at Camp Wabana this summer (well, summer in Canada). There's lots of things I guess I won't miss...but getting to hang out with kids 24/7 for 2 months straight...definitely something I'm going to miss hard core. I guess the idea of our camp culture is something I took for granted because I've just always done it, so it's something to be added to the list of things I've come to really appreciate because I'm so far away from home.

You can check out pictures from the weekend by clicking here.

Blessings!

P.S Mum is coming in 28 days!

"In a word"

This is a picture of our winning drama team at the CRASH (creative arts spotlight on homelessness) event that was held this past Friday. These were the projects that we worked on at our Easter Camp a little while ago, and I had the opportunity to help with a painting that was entered. Unfortunatly our paint piece didn't win..but the drama did, so that's still pretty awesome. We won $500 to go towards homeless projects in this Salvation Army division. Click here to watch the video of the drama that I took on Friday night.

Blessings!

Pix and Video Updates

I've updated my picture page with some random photos, so click here to check those out.

I also put up two video clips. One I took just as a random video last Saturday for my family to watch, so click here to see that one. And the other was just a ramdom moment with some people on the Order, as they expressed themselves through song and dance...so click here for that one.

(how many times can I say random in one blog..??)

Blessings!