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!

A ramble update

I've decided that I'm going to write a ramble of a blog...so no real idea where this is going to go, but I'm going to type away anyways.

My intense weekend of collecting for the Salvos Red Shield Appeal has finally come to an end. I did my last shift this morning at a train station, and now I've finished collecting forever....well, until Christmas anyways.

For anyone over there in Canada who hasn't heard, this is my final day on The Order (my program here at 614). I've gone through my reasons and explanations so many times in the past two weeks, I really can't bring myself to do it again on this blog...but you can either talk to my family for more details, or send me an email and I'll go into specifics. I will say though, that I'm not leaving with negative feelings towards anyone on my program, and this has actually been a really good opportunity to make amends and bond with several people on my team who I hadn't had a chance previously to get to know. I will still be attending 614 here in Melbourne as my home church, as well as teaching Junior Soldiers. However, after trying out several options, I'm unable to continue my participation on the kid's ministry team at 614 as a volunteer, so I won't be able to be involved in the programs at the Flemington Flats (where I have been running kids programs).

Also need to say..I am not leaving Australia. I still intend to stay here for the remainder of the year, and head back to the great white north in December. I am looking forward to having my time table free up a bit, and have an opportunity to do more things here in Melbourne, as well as build on several relationships with people that I have met since being here.

The last month, mainly since just after Easter, I've been really struggling. There has been several things that have really broken me down and put me in a real negative state of mind that I haven't enjoyed at all. As well, I've been really homesick and just wanting to be in a familiar place that I can hide in and be with family. Since last week I have been doing a lot better though, and really just trying to get through this step of finishing up on my program and then get my head clear and focused and move forward.

One thing that has gotten me through though is really letting it sink in how blessed I am. It absolutely boggles my mind the support I still receive from people in Canada, and it always brightens my day to receive a text message or an email from someone at home. Thank you Jeff for your email last week, because it was exactly what I needed to hear and allowed me to really focus in on God again. Thank you Matt for supporting me through all this craziness and being someone I can depend on when everything becomes a struggle. And thank you heaps to my family. From text messages from my parents and siblings, to getting a Veggie-Tales e-card from Joseph, to getting emails from my Grandparents in BC, and to getting lovely cards and encouraging letters from Family in Toronto....all of it just reminds me of how much love I have at home, and that I know I'm being supported in prayer when I need it the most. God is amazing, and has really blessed me with incredible friends and family in my life.

So...I can't honestly say that I know what happens next. I know that today is my last day on The Order...I know that I'm looking forward to getting a good nights sleep and recovering from this crazy past weekend...I know that I get to go to the Junior Arts Camp next weekend to help teach the art elective...I know that my mum is coming to visit me in 43 days (YAY!)...I know that I'll most likely need to get a part time job in order to be able to financially support myself for the rest of this year. But besides that, I haven't really gotten much planned out. However, I should add, I KNOW that God is taking care of me through all of this, that I'm in His hands, that He will provide for all that I need, and that He has plans for my life that are beyond anything I can imagine.

To end this post, I think I'll say a couple prayer points for anyone who reads this who is able to shout out a prayer for me every now and then.

Please pray that God will provide for me financially, or that a job will work out so that money won't be an issue. Pray that a door will open so that I can continue ministry in some form at the Flemington Flats (where I've been working with the kids team with the Order Program). Pray that my ears would be open to what God wants to say to me, and that I would be open to His teaching and his guidance as things change over the next little while. Pray that I would make the most of every opportunity for the remainder of this year.

Thanks again to everyone who has been such a support to me, both in Canada and in Australia. It means more then you can even imagine. Everyone from home, especially my girls who are starting camp soon, feel free to drop me an email anytime to let me know how you're doing and with some things that I can pray over for you.

Blessings!

More pictures of the fam...

Scotty (my cousin) and Di (my sister)

Scotty, all smiles. (Auntie Mel, he looks so much like you!)

Scotty and his big bro, Joseph.

Do Not Worry...

Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?

So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Thank God for the Salvos

Well, it's Red Shield Appeal weekend. The weekend where the Salvation Army collects money either door to door, street corners, or at intersections all throughout the country.

It's mid day on Sunday, and I've still got 4 more hours of collecting ahead of me, but I'm already pretty beat. I think that this is the most full on collecting I've ever done with the Salvation Army. Two hours Thursday in a train station, two hours Friday in a train station, four hours yesterday at an intersection, eight hours today at an intersection, two hours tomorrow in a train station, and two hours on Tuesday in a train station.

But we're more then half way finished, and it hasn't been all bad. Just from our church alone we collected about $10,000 yesterday, and thats really amazing. We've had several bizarre interactions with people, lots of sore backs and tired legs, and standing out in some cold and wet weather....but I know that God will use the money raised in some incredible ways to minister to those in need in this country.

Blessings!

So do not fear...

"I took you from the ends of the earth,

from its farthest corners I called you.

I said, 'You are my servant';

I have chosen you and have not rejected you.

So do not fear, for I am with you;

do not be dismayed, for I am your God.

I will strengthen you and help you;

I will uphold you with my righteous right hand."

-Isaiah 41:9-10

Staying strong in Him...

Blessings.

Lets go fly a kite...

Moment of the week.

Spent this afternoon at the Flemington Flats for our Tuesday after school program that we've been running there. The weather is getting colder, but we still had 22 kids show up, including 2 new ones.

I have a little side kick every week. She's our youngest member, being only 3, and doesn't speak English. She usually just holds my hand and pulls me around to what activities she wants me to play with her.

Today she pulled me towards our fabulous kite we got a couple of weeks ago. So I grabbed it and we walked hand in hand out to the field. As we were walking, two of our 5 year olds came running out to join us as we began our kite adventure.

I must say that it was the most fun I've ever had flying a kite. The three kids are the youngest I've ever flown a kite with, but I've never seen more determination and team work to try and get something in the air. They each took turns to hold it, while another one ran with the string, and the third one did the count down to when it was time to run. Made me smile, and absolutely made my week.

Just thought I'd share.

Blessings!

The fam

I don't have anything interesting to say, but I was browsing through my sister's pictures on her blog, and found these two that made my day..so thought I would post them.

My Siblings: Dionne, Bradley & Donna

My cousin Scott and my bro, Bradley.

The Boys

Isn't this a fantastic picture? I came across it when I was checking out the pictures on my Aunt Mel's blog. That's my Uncle Mike, my four year old cousin Jospeh, and my cousin Scott who I believe is 8 months old now. It brought a smile to my face, so I thought I would share it...

Blessings!

HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!

Just wanted to say Happy Mother's day to a fantastic and wonderful mum (who will be visiting me in less then two months!).

Hope you had a beautiful day! Sorry I couldn't share it with you!

Love you heaps! MUAH!

A Time for Everything

There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:

a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.

What does the worker gain from his toil?
I have seen the burden God has laid on men.
He has made everything beautiful in its time.
He has also set eternity in the hearts of men;
yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end.

Ready to Launch

I just attended the Red Shield Appeal Launch, that was held this year from 614. I don't think I've ever attended a launch in Canada, so this would be a first experience for me.

It's been an interesting morning. We arrived in our lane way at 6:45am this morning, where we usually have a couple of our guys sleeping out, or by the time we normally arrive in the morning there are a few guys just hanging out until the centre opens at 10. But this morning, our jaws dropped when we arrived. There was a tent set up in the lane way, and people everywhere. Being so early in the morning, the first thing that caught our eye was the huge coffee machine that was set up. There were waiters in fancy suits everywhere, walking around with elegant juices (like green tomato juice...who drinks that??) and mini crossants, and fruit kababs. Shortly after we got there, big wigs in business suits and Salvo uniforms started pouring in, as well as heaps of media people with big cameras. I got excited when I saw some guys in Salvo uniforms walking past with brass instruments, mostly because there were several guys that I knew from our xbox system link parties.

After about an hour everyone was ushered upstairs to the temple where heaps of speeches were given, and a lot of acknowledgements were said on behalf of all the important businesses who were represented. It always spurs some interesting thoughts for me when I see so many classy uniformed and suited up people talking about the needy in the city and how the Salvation Army needs money "more than ever" (slogan for the campaign this year). Not saying that the money isn't needed...it's just a bizarre thing to watch so many clean and upper class people asking for it.

So an interesting morning overall...and definitely some things to think about. We have two Red Shield Appeal weekend blitzes coming up, where us Order people get to do some hardcore intersection collecting...good times! Should be an experience anyways (~whispers word 'experience' and does corresponding hand movements..just for you Matt~).

Just want to finish off with this Bible passage that my wonderful Grandparents left for me in a comment in the previous post, that I thoroughly enjoyed reading this morning...

What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things.

I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ - the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith.

I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.
Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me.

Phil 3:8 - 12

Blessings!

Back from holidays...

Well, it's been ages since I've posted so I thought it was about time to at least write up an update.

I am just back at work today after having the past week off. I had a wonderful visit from the fantastic Chris Tidd, who came down from Sydney for a week and a half as he had holidays as well. We spent the past week staying at the most hospitable Matt Atkins' abode, and enjoyed some sight seeing, an xbox system link, three birthday parties, two nights out to the comedy festival, heaps of rented movies, and most importantly, lots of sleep. Also got my first Austrailan haircut...but no worries...I didn't get a mullet, no matter how cool some Australians may think they are.

Overal, I'm doing well. Feeling refreshed and a lot more sound of mind after some much needed time off, and time away from my house and the city.

Oh, I also spent 5 days over Easter at camp, which was an amazing time away. Definitely a different way of spending the Easter holidays, but one that I very much enjoyed. It was great to see a lot of familiar Salvos from all different corps from this division. I also had the opportunity of leading an art elective for a homelessness project, and had twenty-three 12-17 year olds that I got to paint their thoughts reflecting the subject onto a huge canvas. It turned out really well, and was also a lot of fun getting to hang out with a lot of amazing youth.

So, I guess I'll finish off with some prayer requests. Honestly, I am struggling with a lot in terms of the program I'm on. There are a few things that are really breaking me down for various reasons, and some things that my own pride is getting in the way of and just causing me to stress about things that I need to just let go of. I'm hoping for a lot of clairty this week being back at work, and being able to hear God's discernment about a few things. I'll need to make some decisions soon...even just deciding about what I want to get out of this year, and in what ways do I just need to let go and trust God....so prayer about those things would be very much appreciated.

If you're one of the people who have emailed me ages ago, and haven't gotton a reply...I'm sorry! I'm currently working my way through the build up that is my inbox, and fighting through my procrastination to make sure I get some emails sent! Anyone that I haven't heard from, feel free to drop me a line...would be great to hear from you!

Blessings!

Don't run with a chainsaw...especially if it's turned on.

Just wanted to write a quick blog while I had a few minutes in front of the computer.

First, to say...HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!! And for anyone out there in Toronto right now, you can blame the sudden snow on my Dad. It always snows on April 5 (his birthday).

Also just wanted to give a quick update on how I'm doing. I haven't done too much this week as I was a bit under the weather. But, after heaps of sleep, I am finally recovering and was back into work this morning. Thank you so much to those who left comments on my previous blog. It definitely helped me figure some things out in my head. Also, really appreciate those who are praying for me...it's meant a lot. I am in a better frame of mind today..more so then I have been in a while. I've realized several things that I need to just let go of, and trust to God...so over the next little while, hopefully some things will become easier.

Winter is beginning here in Melbourne. I've honestly never heard any group of people talk more earnestly about the weather then those who live in Melbourne. But, I guess that's because it can change on a dime, so there is always something to talk about. I'm loving the cooler weather though. Reminds me of spring back home.

Pulled out a quote today from my wallet that was one of several by Max Lucado that my lovely Aunt Mel sent with me when I left Toronto. I thought that I would share it...

"Don't measure the size of the mountain;

talk to the One who can move it.

Instead of carrying the world on your shoulders,

talk to the One who holds the universe on His."

Also, if you get a chance, have a look at Matt's blog that he's written today. It's got some interesting points to consider, and make sure to leave a comment if it provokes some thoughts.

Blessings!