tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-367643502024-03-18T23:35:36.010-04:00Fingerpainting the SkyTales from a Spirit-filled life lived colourfully.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger39125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-32640583297114989872008-04-26T07:07:00.002-04:002008-11-17T23:53:08.573-05:00She Came In Through The Bathroom Window<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4s2liynnHuhFpIfN030c-j70D6nBMU8o4uin6UA5dUnDLzpZxba-knBbY5-oSl4AA1upWh-vMulfIj5p9F29sEsHTcffGsUxcz0UroRPEpwe2L_UaWwdbY9woEpsNs6l9y_kI/s1600-h/043.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4s2liynnHuhFpIfN030c-j70D6nBMU8o4uin6UA5dUnDLzpZxba-knBbY5-oSl4AA1upWh-vMulfIj5p9F29sEsHTcffGsUxcz0UroRPEpwe2L_UaWwdbY9woEpsNs6l9y_kI/s400/043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193509395024035986" border="0" /></a><br />Off to Ottawa this morning. See you Sunday night with pictures!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-65883540297240086742008-04-26T07:05:00.002-04:002008-11-17T23:53:09.079-05:00Sunbath<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBQ7NFiLcNZTB3SGjv26x4jxHSerY4aeeEUIP5zC9T8-x6FFppRZIy3v8rhi3eHCsv_URfsNf3hsYPS9mf2Z2TSsVckfp7WrLa8hMUHwe5Pwo4Rz0FmDMZjvvNXgNZcxp2hNb/s1600-h/037.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFBQ7NFiLcNZTB3SGjv26x4jxHSerY4aeeEUIP5zC9T8-x6FFppRZIy3v8rhi3eHCsv_URfsNf3hsYPS9mf2Z2TSsVckfp7WrLa8hMUHwe5Pwo4Rz0FmDMZjvvNXgNZcxp2hNb/s400/037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193508840973254786" border="0" /></a>I'd nibble those paws, if I didn't know where they'd been.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-73205654327278726092008-04-25T13:13:00.004-04:002008-04-25T16:50:16.261-04:00Superbad HabitsSo I'm pretty sure I forgot to mention it officially, but I found a new homechurch! I liked my <a href="http://wide-eyed-child.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-news.html">old homechurch</a> too, its only fault being that it is held on Monday nights, the same night as my winter and summer classes.<br /><br />I like this new homechurch for the same reasons I like my old one - good atmosphere, friendly people, good discussion, <span style="font-style: italic;">and they have cats</span>. Priorities, people. It also has the added bonus of being hosted by someone I actually already knew from church, so I felt at home almost instantly.<br /><br />This week's discussion revolved around last Sunday's sermon, the first in a short series called <a href="http://www.themeetinghouse.ca/themeetinghouse/myweb.php?hls=1000093">Superbad</a> (and NOT to be confused with the movie of the same title!), which brought to light some issues and attitudes surrounding sin, and how sin is dealt with. Of course the base understanding is that our sin is atoned for by Christ, but how do move on from there? If we are in the habit of committing the same sin, or beating ourselves up in the hopes at that we'll do better next time, are we being transformed? I know personally I struggle as a 'repeat offender' - I can't seem to break the cycle of certain bad habits, and just as Joel shared in the sermon, I too have had several people tell me not to fret - those wrongs are righted by Christ! That's very, very well and good, but it does little to help me as I struggle with what almost seems to be a dual nature. Read <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans%207:15-24&version=31">Romans 7:15-24</a> for a better idea of what I'm talking about here.<br /><br />Andy, our homechurch leader, had us read Phillipians 3:4-6 to contrast the previous verses.<br /><span id="en-NIV-29410" class="sup"></span><blockquote><span id="en-NIV-29410" class="sup"><sup><span style="font-size:78%;">4</span></sup></span>though I myself have reasons for such confidence.<br /><div style="text-align: justify;"> If anyone else thinks he has reasons to put confidence in the flesh, I have more: <span id="en-NIV-29411" class="sup"><sup><span style="font-size:78%;">5</span></sup></span>circumcised on the eighth day, of the people of Israel, of the tribe of Benjamin, a Hebrew of Hebrews; in regard to the law, a Pharisee; <sup><span id="en-NIV-29412" class="sup"><span style="font-size:78%;">6</span></span></sup>as for zeal, persecuting the church; as for legalistic righteousness, faultless.</div></blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"></div>I'm still chewing on these two, but I believe Andy's point was the arrogance that legalism can tend to breed - "I did this, this, this, and this, so I'm <span style="font-style: italic;">that</span>." - versus the humility of grace. Take a look at verse 24, and realize that this is the same man who wrote the above:<br /><blockquote>What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?<br /></blockquote>Paul is one of those guys, possibly even <span style="font-style: italic;">the</span> guy of the bible whom I love to hate and hate to love, I've grown into his teachings and writing over the last while, though I still find myself at odds with some of the things he says. However, dude lived an amazing life and these two passages go to show the struggle that Paul, like this rest of us, endured all of his believing life. Externally, I may look like I have things pretty together, and I've fooled myself on numerous occasions into thinking that I really do have it all together. But then, as one of the other women put it last night, I get out of bed. I ought to get up every day thanking God and asking what I can do to serve today, but most days I fall into the same routine of doing pretty much exactly the opposite.<span style="font-style: italic;"> Habit<span style="font-style: italic;">. </span></span>It can be killer.<br /><br />That isn't to say all habits are bad, of course. This blog is becoming one of my better habits. Keeping my room clean (which it has been, for the most part, for at least the last two weeks) is another. That may sound incredibly juvenile, but think about what your room says about your self-esteem, your work habits, etc. And learning a routine has been healthy, too.<br /><br />Anyways, someone else also raised the point that if we happen to fall through on a promise we make or a habit we've tried to break, we're often very hard on ourselves. If a friend or a child or family member were to make the same mistake, we'd likely respond in a compassionate way. Help them back on the horse, so to speak. We often don't show the same healthy compassion towards ourselves. Have you ever found this? I'd never really thought of it until this person brought it up, but I'm pretty sure I'd never treat anyone around me to the kind of things I've said to myself over the past few months. Are there time-outs for verbally abusing <span style="font-style: italic;">yourself</span>?<br /><br />As the night wound down, there was one more thing that was said that made a very relieving click in my head. In OT times, of course, whenever the Israelites broke a law, they were required to make a sacrifice. What hadn't occurred to me was the sacrifice had to be presented at the temple - the dwelling place of God. Doing wrong literally brought the Jews to God's doorstep. Living under grace as we are, we aren't required to make sacrifices in the same way, as the price has already been paid. But, as I suggested above, how often to we find ourselves at God's feet when we've done something wrong? I can honestly say, my habit is to give myself a good duffing before I even consider praying it over. I'm actually quite amazed to realize it, because that's not grace at all!<br /><br />Does anyone else find this? Or is it the opposite for you? I know I've also swung the other direction, where I simply shrug off whatever it is I've done, too disappointed in myself to deal with it. Sometimes, I'm not even disappointed. It's going to be an interesting few weeks.<div style="text-align: justify;"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-42564838204942299032008-04-24T14:31:00.004-04:002008-04-24T14:51:28.766-04:00This Day Is Just Full of WinWhen I received my $46.02 cell phone bill for my <span style="font-weight: bold;">$25-a-month</span> plan the other day for the nth time since signing my contract with Canada's own Beaver-Friendly phone company, I consoled myself - <span style="font-style: italic;">patted myself on the back</span>, even - with the knowledge that while I'm stuck with the darn plan for the next 2.5 years, at least I take darn good care of my phone! I entertained such foolish notions until in a fit of characteristic absentmindedness I threw my shoulder bag into the wash last night, having made a super-human effort to remove all keys, pens, wrappers, and certain assorted - <span style="font-style: italic;">ahem</span> - feminine care products from every one of its dark corners, but assuring myself that my phone was in my other purse. Of course, we all know that the phone not only rode the Wild Washing-Machine Express, it took a stray tampon as its traveling companion too! Neither party survived, naturally. I'm hoping that the restorative April sunshine will save my forgetful butt.<br /><br />At least I own the <span style="font-style: italic;">cleanest</span>, most-expensive, non-functioning $25-a-month phone ever.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-31033029749805636032008-04-24T11:48:00.003-04:002008-04-24T12:07:10.454-04:00And I Have No Idea Why There Was Suddenly A Train In The Front Yard, EitherOkay. I confess. I stayed up until 3 AM last night reading stories about the challenges of being a pregnant woman in this day and age, because even though I doubt I'll ever marry and have kids of my own, I'm still fascinated by babies(!) Even though I have way more important things to do, like you know, SLEEP.<br /><br />So of course, when I finally did go to bed, I dreamed that I was not only pregnant, but pregnant with the world's biggest baby and could barely move under the weight of my massive abdomen. And then my water broke in my nana's kitchen - and boy did it <span style="font-style: italic;">ever </span>break - and then my alarm went off at 9 AM.<br /><br />Unfortunately, I hadn't had the 11 hours of sleep I had the previous night, else I would have laid in a half-conscious state and mentally childed myself for being stupid. I fell groggily back into bed until my boss called at 10 AM asking if I could work a few hours on what's looking to become a very heinous Saturday (I can't, unfortunately - Ottawa). I mustered all the faculties of speech I could to tell her so, and then collapsed back into bed.<br /><br />And dreamed that I my nana's house now not only located somewhere in the hilly escarpment countryside, it going to be the temporary location for my workplace, complete with mismatched end tables draped in table cloths. As I stood in the kitchen wondering the obvious - what are the customers going to think when they realize the furniture doesn't all match - my boss (mother of the boss who called on the phone) wandered downstairs in a pink fluffy housecoat looking<br />miserable. She's not feeling well, but hey, now that we've got this great new location she can lie down on the overstuffed couch in the basement and not worry because oh I know you and the others will do such a great job you're such a great team, you dream team, you. And so she disappears downstairs and customers start arriving and asking for menus which I can't find because this a house and not a restaurant and where is the cook and hey come back here I need to finish explaining duties and shoot that woman sitting at the kitchen table is giving me the skunk eye. And then all my staff went off to play in the fields with the shirtless boys working outside next door and I was left trying to convince one of the customers to have a Gloucester instead of a Somerset, while wondering who in their right mind ever thought this was a good idea.<br /><br />Who's going to stay up till 3 AM tonight? NOT ME!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-51956515214303749892008-04-23T12:46:00.003-04:002008-04-23T13:03:01.371-04:00SurrealityI woke up in the most confused of states this morning. One of the joys of possessing both an active imagination and a highly visual mental atmosphere seems to be a very vivid, realistic dream life. This morning's sleep-induced fantasy was exceptionally bizarre and contained enough reality that I lay in bed for a full 20 minutes sorting out whether I had a place to live in the fall and whether or not I needed to get on the phone and argue mum and dad into staying in Waterdown.<br /><br />Dreams described in words are rarely ever as lucid, but essentially what happened seemed to stem from an offhand comment my dad made about he and mum leaving for Saudi Arabia to live eventually (though nowhere in the near future, thankfully). In the dream, my parents had not only decided they were moving to Ottawa - they had bought a house there, and traded our house here for a smaller one up the street. My brothers and I would continue to live in Waterdown while they left for an early retirement. This alone caused much mental chaos, as both of my brothers nowhere near secure in their future plans and aren't even working, while I'm struggling to pay for my last year of school... where will the money for groceries come from? How can I keep house and be a fuller than full-time student? Add to that the weirdness of buying the house from my childhood friend, and having to coordinate as we move their stuff into our old house and our stuff into theirs while mum and dad pack their bags and leave without so much as a kiss on the cheek and a wave...<br /><br />It was all terribly confusing, but thank goodness it was a dream. It's not a good indication of my mental state though, is it?<br /><br />And it makes me all the more nervous to visit Ottawa this weekend. Mustn't let my parents get any crazy ideas...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-30342989158043314882008-04-22T20:21:00.005-04:002008-11-17T23:53:10.739-05:00This past weekIt's sad in a way that I kept track of my last week in order to inform you all of the happenings in my life, but at least I can accurately say where the time went when asked.<br /><br />It's been a busy week!<br /><br />I worked a few days here and there, which actually wore me out enough that for a few glorious days I was actually tired and in bed at around 11 PM, rather than the usual 1 or 2 AM... which allowed me lots of wakeful time during the day on Friday to take a walk. A 3 hour walk! I can't tell you how excited I am that spring is here in Waterdown! Here are some signs to prove it!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwQ7Z1yzWwiTbtd9SRm-4I7iNwMojmsLCmk0tmc4-wg-r-nVRiXMNYjzix-_zfCO_W267zmHwVHF6ObVqEi-3Trv3OMhVctXJIWOZENxshKytLLwY-UwrfjM__Svxk_B3PsYYv/s1600-h/Friday+Walk+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwQ7Z1yzWwiTbtd9SRm-4I7iNwMojmsLCmk0tmc4-wg-r-nVRiXMNYjzix-_zfCO_W267zmHwVHF6ObVqEi-3Trv3OMhVctXJIWOZENxshKytLLwY-UwrfjM__Svxk_B3PsYYv/s400/Friday+Walk+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192232823369482210" border="0" /></a>Look, you can see the driveway again!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdpuEHVaAhY-gFMUTMpLNgZJfNIeK_TRYhSRTTqFPPaXJueRYwbCGgbovglg7yoCWMqiFEN4eO5Ul2J3RFp5M8OuVXdzy2Q-6cMtKKDHV2d4YXjWURxVTSpk7D2hc_lUOuUwX/s1600-h/Friday+Walk+019.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAdpuEHVaAhY-gFMUTMpLNgZJfNIeK_TRYhSRTTqFPPaXJueRYwbCGgbovglg7yoCWMqiFEN4eO5Ul2J3RFp5M8OuVXdzy2Q-6cMtKKDHV2d4YXjWURxVTSpk7D2hc_lUOuUwX/s400/Friday+Walk+019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192232827664449522" border="0" /></a>I wasn't the only one soaking up the sun, either<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3Vp0tL4y2QPKc8_yiXXNTAa7Hz2ZKqX5vq94ZBwmlyqAduG2igm-R9vg7UvGKF196XvB2cew2-lucBeEM8gDNgwCPWtZrEqfhaU1F4FfWEqV5Oeit2HJCZQvaJjj4Rs-sqPw/s1600-h/Friday+Walk+088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF3Vp0tL4y2QPKc8_yiXXNTAa7Hz2ZKqX5vq94ZBwmlyqAduG2igm-R9vg7UvGKF196XvB2cew2-lucBeEM8gDNgwCPWtZrEqfhaU1F4FfWEqV5Oeit2HJCZQvaJjj4Rs-sqPw/s400/Friday+Walk+088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192232836254384130" border="0" /></a>This mallard male was watching out for his lady-friend on the shore of Grindstone Creek.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkcC2zw5Z1yv-Ju253K-b95ULGQu883BmVwdC8rbceAuMckO4F8XgaqpsV6-6LgM5SvoZUXjd4KRYEttGkudKCEUwoYH4rpOpAAGLa9PFBC6hOcf8dl7aNrdy3P-5Veu9IXgqT/s1600-h/Friday+Walk+118.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkcC2zw5Z1yv-Ju253K-b95ULGQu883BmVwdC8rbceAuMckO4F8XgaqpsV6-6LgM5SvoZUXjd4KRYEttGkudKCEUwoYH4rpOpAAGLa9PFBC6hOcf8dl7aNrdy3P-5Veu9IXgqT/s400/Friday+Walk+118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192232840549351442" border="0" /></a>Mum and I agree, we're planting crocuses next year! They look so nice!<br /><br /><br />I took about 130 photos, mostly to continue fooling around with the light settings on the camera. I'm still learning, as you can see. Many of these had to be heavily tweaked.<br /><br />Saturday was a busy day, as I attended Meg's bridal shower, the C4C summer project going-away party, and my nana's birthday party. The whole day had me travel from Hamilton to downtown TO to north TO to Burlington and back home again, and once again the van proves she's still got an ounce of life in her! Unfortunately, I only have pictures of the shower, but they're pretty swell:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jmRHJV6uBnbdKrEfc7vyLYzFTxqcvyIVMNah2sGJ2x-JAuB6dpw46DPQoXnscDrsxqWnOeA5EPSr5ZoB5ET0mD9Ymc2ArCsuI8ISnrwkR4arHwa6TQkMkHy_ORCQtZSLBejE/s1600-h/Saturday+April+19+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0jmRHJV6uBnbdKrEfc7vyLYzFTxqcvyIVMNah2sGJ2x-JAuB6dpw46DPQoXnscDrsxqWnOeA5EPSr5ZoB5ET0mD9Ymc2ArCsuI8ISnrwkR4arHwa6TQkMkHy_ORCQtZSLBejE/s400/Saturday+April+19+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192237509178802210" border="0" /></a>That's Meg on the left, with Cheryl and Chenene, two gals from York on her right. I love the colours!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeX3kNDZKUx69gFbWAkeveMHSXyDUw28kUeHVt1wZ615ZWH6EWxEcLqumcr7afTt_7fzmmTd-1kk7dvtAu_pw8pdq6UVY6lXzF3COKDDstrorMkNoBJB2qbEa4shidbSd0MBfK/s1600-h/Saturday+April+19+015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeX3kNDZKUx69gFbWAkeveMHSXyDUw28kUeHVt1wZ615ZWH6EWxEcLqumcr7afTt_7fzmmTd-1kk7dvtAu_pw8pdq6UVY6lXzF3COKDDstrorMkNoBJB2qbEa4shidbSd0MBfK/s400/Saturday+April+19+015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192237543538540594" border="0" /></a>"Boxers, or Briefs??" Meg thinking hard during the 'How-Well-Do-You-Know-Your-Future-Spouse-And-How-Can-We-Exploit-You" game!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7G8RiFa3C_MvfC2S9ocKKud7yvlKOFQyWswABdlOfnG4M0wptwoLX4q29qxeMvrtOibvDdpgr99XkeXY2s8sklw5YKuufo7OtBNF8-7cyBa7fVO88oT0fCb1h2_Tu6lzn_Hws/s1600-h/Saturday+April+19+017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7G8RiFa3C_MvfC2S9ocKKud7yvlKOFQyWswABdlOfnG4M0wptwoLX4q29qxeMvrtOibvDdpgr99XkeXY2s8sklw5YKuufo7OtBNF8-7cyBa7fVO88oT0fCb1h2_Tu6lzn_Hws/s400/Saturday+April+19+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192237556423442498" border="0" /></a>Cheryl, our 'bride' during the toilet-paper brides game. I <span style="font-style: italic;">still </span>think we should play this more often...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fPGty6VSIYpHm3lgj7rrevBabrSLHh8vJpUewebz5jOWLdkNLXHnGS38NsjQqJ_JgOS2P47hX7ohHWTSWbJeheyY_QDPa07lsu36se4nK8yUHahiHebxS44Mm-Z1Xat-bl48/s1600-h/Saturday+April+19+022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fPGty6VSIYpHm3lgj7rrevBabrSLHh8vJpUewebz5jOWLdkNLXHnGS38NsjQqJ_JgOS2P47hX7ohHWTSWbJeheyY_QDPa07lsu36se4nK8yUHahiHebxS44Mm-Z1Xat-bl48/s400/Saturday+April+19+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192237586488213586" border="0" /></a>Loghan, the littlest bride!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFSJzGXVI_XNeyd4zmPinWv63R2-_xEvMHh5uvpvkwJx_d0LfPQxN8s8cZTcWx11vWiKLFofkhtHXNnQ6_hmXsSQHA9-g-zmjDJwfn4tjWomsJI8Bx3Vp3a55-ce6nBh-u22DC/s1600-h/Saturday+April+19+062.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFSJzGXVI_XNeyd4zmPinWv63R2-_xEvMHh5uvpvkwJx_d0LfPQxN8s8cZTcWx11vWiKLFofkhtHXNnQ6_hmXsSQHA9-g-zmjDJwfn4tjWomsJI8Bx3Vp3a55-ce6nBh-u22DC/s400/Saturday+April+19+062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192237603668082786" border="0" /></a>Meg's present-opening chapeau...<br /></div><br />It was great to see so many people together all in one day, though the birthday party of course turned into an argument about money and careers. Oh so fun.<br /><br />I've been finding it harder and harder to stay focused again. Of course, it's easy to while away hours on the computer, but it's also a crime to do so because of the weather. I tried to sit down and read on my walk, but the bugs and the sights and the sounds were just too distracting. I'm going to have to figure out some kind of action plan. Tomorrow's plan includes getting up early and heading out for a walk/hike, and then working away the 'hot' hours of the afternoon on school-related things. I'll be crafting a Scotland update within the next 24 hours as well, which I'll post here. Lots to look forward to...<br /><br />In the meantime, I'll leave you all with this final picture. My coworker Angela (the one holding the money and wearing the ridiculous(ly awesome) floral muumuu) invited me over for an Asian-inspired murder-mystery dinner a few weeks ago... with hilarious results. Can you guess which one is me?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NWNR5XFlCAc-3Iud3SQyZI1v4ushyDPRSsnWxulhWfbpP_88aRgLMhNW02p5F9ZLXJljEwdTgqzyjfTA40W2SRE9Tpelq7nDugW7AWQABw0E-jwF4Yx_MEGTm8cnsvEoghFI/s1600-h/asian_night.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3NWNR5XFlCAc-3Iud3SQyZI1v4ushyDPRSsnWxulhWfbpP_88aRgLMhNW02p5F9ZLXJljEwdTgqzyjfTA40W2SRE9Tpelq7nDugW7AWQABw0E-jwF4Yx_MEGTm8cnsvEoghFI/s400/asian_night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192239781216501874" border="0" /></a>It took us <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">four </span>hours to figure out who the murderer was, but by golly was it ever funny seeing everyone dressed up and playing their characters. It was a horribly stereotypical perspective on Asian culture.. but all in good fun, right? ;)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-39380736858632143542008-04-15T23:50:00.004-04:002008-11-17T23:53:10.853-05:00The End... Sort Of.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0GAkyVZio8MlD3ge1qX7qKuAMtq-Qk1ExzBB0cuF6_5o0KlPB1PZvzDt7nlQLle3j8TMG_tL4v-g_eMSN8FrTxffSIB_7cpTf3wztD9aCHudtUWT7dFoHmnUpsUxhj5Ol2pV/s1600-h/books+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_0GAkyVZio8MlD3ge1qX7qKuAMtq-Qk1ExzBB0cuF6_5o0KlPB1PZvzDt7nlQLle3j8TMG_tL4v-g_eMSN8FrTxffSIB_7cpTf3wztD9aCHudtUWT7dFoHmnUpsUxhj5Ol2pV/s400/books+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190728730479849346" border="0" /></a><br />On Tuesday night I finished my art history exam after three hours of writing, set my pencil down, and let out the biggest sigh of relief I think I've sighed all year. With that last exam under my belt, I've almost kicked off the last of this winter term. Just a few odds and ends to take care of before the end of April, and I get to launch into my summer theater course full-swing!<br /><br />This week has been interesting and very rewarding. It's the first week in a long time that I can say convincingly that I've put in a good work effort. I studied hard for my exam, I worked like a dog yesterday and today, and last night I was even in bed and asleep before 11 PM - nothing short of a miracle.<br /><br />The outlook for the next few weeks is busy. I've got a portfolio to work on and put together, and I've agreed to organize our offerings for a city-wide rummage sale for work. I'll be learning to bake scones, I've just attended my first night of homechurch in months and loved it, and of course I'm doing my daily study and reading. It feels nice to be working on a variety of things, and go to bed tired rather than buzzed and anxious.<br /><br />I won't get much more in-depth than that, as I'm quite tired from work and there's a chance that I'll get called in again tomorrow. Thanks for reading, folks, and I hope you're all well. A more lively version of myself will hopefully be around tomorrow to post thoughts on tonights homechurch and more of Chapter Two!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-85327178982953788652008-04-13T20:03:00.003-04:002008-11-17T23:53:11.021-05:00N'awlins Belle<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSr6JnfiHX7XqoleMSdavfuJXgnZkKj0UXizzvYl2Ioq4lIuIYhmGdt0Yczx-xZUWAOyrtvUjs9qZV-myZr_3e-nuu_d55YhYOnsIdpz32WJnQ7QQhmSfrxJjpWWMFr86xRQ-I/s1600-h/stuff+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSr6JnfiHX7XqoleMSdavfuJXgnZkKj0UXizzvYl2Ioq4lIuIYhmGdt0Yczx-xZUWAOyrtvUjs9qZV-myZr_3e-nuu_d55YhYOnsIdpz32WJnQ7QQhmSfrxJjpWWMFr86xRQ-I/s400/stuff+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188885326221438834" border="0" /></a><br />I don't wear it often because it's a bit too flashy for everyday use, but when I saw this choker in the Spanish Market of New Orleans 5 years ago, I had to have it. I feel like a pirate princess whenever I wear it.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-36839521471072178002008-04-12T18:33:00.005-04:002008-11-17T23:53:11.621-05:00Here comes the...What a fun afternoon! My friend Bek is getting married in a month(!) and had her bridal shower today. I've never ever been to a bridal shower, even though I've hosted oodles at work. We had delicious treats, huggled Bek a lot, and played toilet paper brides. Oh, and then she got a mountain of presents (including both the practical and the scandalous!) - which she and Luke totally deserve. I'm so happy for them both, and for all my other friends getting married this summer. You all guys rock, and I hope God blesses all of your marriages!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHT3yn7rkvI5__EeAweXKVtDih-OP0N2cvEUSN19jPNXojdVeshAKul26Flv5Dlvdc_fc-zV2p4_ZkP9HkIcbrzYDmAK1N1XOlRUZF0dv_uZNxXGVW6MWi-nMyuUR83L5DurqE/s1600-h/Bek's+Shower+001.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHT3yn7rkvI5__EeAweXKVtDih-OP0N2cvEUSN19jPNXojdVeshAKul26Flv5Dlvdc_fc-zV2p4_ZkP9HkIcbrzYDmAK1N1XOlRUZF0dv_uZNxXGVW6MWi-nMyuUR83L5DurqE/s400/Bek's+Shower+001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188493655268814626" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Liz, myself, Nicoleta(!!) and Alma, just before Bek arrived<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7H2gSkwV-aY1xZ2YwY_KtYstLJtvQhwKpLFoJzHuVYeuEWQ1fL9QhtN5FK-t21h1eUq2zKtWkjXwD3qiRmZfUpQUBYVdxfXrU-P5TjhaPcMzAWixmfeeTdcnsxDxKIL-HI8S/s1600-h/Bek's+Shower+003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb7H2gSkwV-aY1xZ2YwY_KtYstLJtvQhwKpLFoJzHuVYeuEWQ1fL9QhtN5FK-t21h1eUq2zKtWkjXwD3qiRmZfUpQUBYVdxfXrU-P5TjhaPcMzAWixmfeeTdcnsxDxKIL-HI8S/s400/Bek's+Shower+003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188493659563781938" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Oh so much sweet, sweet food<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimiJWL1jqYFF8mknj3V6_SxQG-H8wPr7NGjILLmhfEg8pUPvZOOjdM2p2RtPa7133q8UwvUCpeytX5NHZ6K_QYvankunPX-FsxnWU3jOeX66dF87P1klz90TVftrWw5HQWEZpy/s1600-h/Bek's+Shower+005.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimiJWL1jqYFF8mknj3V6_SxQG-H8wPr7NGjILLmhfEg8pUPvZOOjdM2p2RtPa7133q8UwvUCpeytX5NHZ6K_QYvankunPX-FsxnWU3jOeX66dF87P1klz90TVftrWw5HQWEZpy/s400/Bek's+Shower+005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188493668153716546" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Such a cute centerpiece!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaSxWhTMqrnGI_S9-QrkGmll7qVq73APFDDLcnwkz6k1Txs2K27RrKKkQrEq0Gr8jh9fjNzhZPcRmg7YuUip9KdlQxRuxe5AvAhcAEj7cRw9thUcM-OrhYR3QQDgbG-RBdu2dg/s1600-h/Bek's+Shower+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaSxWhTMqrnGI_S9-QrkGmll7qVq73APFDDLcnwkz6k1Txs2K27RrKKkQrEq0Gr8jh9fjNzhZPcRmg7YuUip9KdlQxRuxe5AvAhcAEj7cRw9thUcM-OrhYR3QQDgbG-RBdu2dg/s400/Bek's+Shower+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188493672448683858" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The bride-to-be, in her prototype TP gown...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWEn9qbs9YmzIv5sJQE_1-F5MaKSwaqifVo-_sVyKUb0V3nahTbBXr7rf0rSbb1ucoRaSn4yNqRp45d-5AhjjUoY7ECNDnYvjNQ_U7foyVMtgBwyg9EYFjaYWrm4U6oYhjLRv/s1600-h/Bek's+Shower+021.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHWEn9qbs9YmzIv5sJQE_1-F5MaKSwaqifVo-_sVyKUb0V3nahTbBXr7rf0rSbb1ucoRaSn4yNqRp45d-5AhjjUoY7ECNDnYvjNQ_U7foyVMtgBwyg9EYFjaYWrm4U6oYhjLRv/s400/Bek's+Shower+021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188493676743651170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">A preview of one month from now!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Seriously, congrats, you guys.<br /></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-52240802893768236012008-04-12T11:58:00.005-04:002008-11-17T23:53:11.783-05:00Swimming in the Sea of Tea<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnlSrOhW0-wgbo6KnQ-YwKZRw2yIrdqScDdZYXn1SOO9-8CwwlKD6ISQjgSpVL1WR_Vvpd7M__RBi_GKHHth9RAIt6lGH-tR9hOuDupxUi8c7Vvp1uPGdZO9bY-8AEi7NVmBJ/s1600-h/new+mug+126.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEnlSrOhW0-wgbo6KnQ-YwKZRw2yIrdqScDdZYXn1SOO9-8CwwlKD6ISQjgSpVL1WR_Vvpd7M__RBi_GKHHth9RAIt6lGH-tR9hOuDupxUi8c7Vvp1uPGdZO9bY-8AEi7NVmBJ/s400/new+mug+126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188389183820528146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">I bought a new mug today from work!<br /><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-50283176627005634562008-04-11T19:22:00.006-04:002008-11-17T23:53:11.954-05:00Hold on tight to those dreams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-XcP0EMauWVVAWLRJU5rdR5AFTjR7vCjXpmFs85Tzzxni2R-OTkdCThzFzzXppxLP-AcrMv0PtCohad6Sh-YnqymuKqQ90sfixR2vtLYyL-LJ9qcPOc3nM9rqJ_P4a_iTMaXh/s1600-h/006.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-XcP0EMauWVVAWLRJU5rdR5AFTjR7vCjXpmFs85Tzzxni2R-OTkdCThzFzzXppxLP-AcrMv0PtCohad6Sh-YnqymuKqQ90sfixR2vtLYyL-LJ9qcPOc3nM9rqJ_P4a_iTMaXh/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188133220949555666" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdA_Vj03JkoByScfZihDNqYZElpaIYM7D61k5ZAWRUyJp1GXJ2OPC9AL0BNL86Gan7nMBixOHDYynRxZvi_DIhfCqkBLN84eWbK0s1WDNk9w2sYW28QLpQ9y3wvtrujyBc3hKv/s1600-h/006.JPG"><br /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-53302927753868223732008-04-11T18:46:00.011-04:002008-04-11T22:21:47.165-04:00Reason, and Chapter Two<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="">There is just no way to reason about playing 6 hours of games when I should be studying.</span><br /><br /><span style="">What is it about a vast expanse of free time that screams "Go, play!", when I know I should be studying? ...Okay, maybe it's a stupid question.</span><br /><br /><span style="">How about, Why do I choose what's bad for me, even when I know what's best? The time I wasted last night is time I wasted in the full knowledge that there was and is something more valuable I could be spending my free evening doing. And I don't just mean studying, either.</span><br /><br /><span style="">See, something I <i>did</i> do yesterday was read through the second chapter of <i>Don't Waste Your Life</i>. The further I get, the happier I am I decided to pick it up again. The chapter, titled <i>Breakthrough: the Beauty of Christ, My Joy</i>, is very much applicable. I'm not a student of literature, and my encounters with literary study have been few, especially since coming to university. I consider this a shame. However, Piper's criticism of scholarly treatments of literary text resonated with me. In several courses I've been encouraged to apply my interpretation of a particular reading, to override the author's intentions with my own vision for what their piece meant. But, in so doing, we start to muddy things! As Piper states, <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">"If there is only one life to live in this world, and if it is not to be wasted, nothing seemed more important to me than finding out what God really meant in the Bible, since he inspired men to write it. If that was up for grabs, then no one could tell which life is worthy and which life is wasted." (p. 24) </span>His point being, by deciding to interpret and apply the text as you see fit, the reader robs the text of the author's intended meaning. If we understand the author of the bible to be God, who is Love, Truth, Justice, Wisdom, and Strength, among other things, then would it not make sense to seek with every fiber of our being to discover the meaning of his words?</span><br /><br /><span style="">The rest of the chapter Piper spends explaining how he continued to learn The Obvious and seek objective meaning from the bible... and of course, the answer to The Meaning Of Life. Now, reading this nearly two years after becoming a Christian, his words are far less shocking to me, though no less potent: God's intent is to display his glory, and our purpose is to glorify him <i>by delighting in him</i>. To be truthful, though I'd of course heard this over and again for the last almost-two years, Piper's explanation of this truth is one of the most eloquent I've read, and easily one of the most comprehensible! I, like Piper, have been wrestling for the last few months with, as Piper puts it, "what is <i>right</i>, and what is <i>inevitable</i>" (p. 31) (emphasis mine). What is right is that we glorify God, and what is inevitable is that we seek our own happiness. As someone who's dealt with a lot emotionally for the last 3 years, it would of course be a natural response to seek happiness. What I have honestly struggled with is that glorifying God and my happiness have seemed two <i>entirely </i>different things!</span><br /><br /><span style="">Some fundamental part of me (the part that bears the thumbprint of my maker, no doubt, as well as the Holy Spirit) has always recognized this as a problem, a glitch in my understanding. I laughed a little ruefully when I read further, <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">"Compounding the problem was that many who seemed to emphasize the glory of God in their thinking did not seem to be enjoying him much. And many who seemed to enjoy God most were defective in their thinking about his glory." (p. 31)</span> In some ways, to me, desiring God seemed... <i>undesirable. </i>Icky. Between watching fellow Christians fling bible verses heedlessly at Atheists and skeptics, the arguments between denominations, and the constant struggle between my real self vs. my ideal self, my own faith had begun to leave a bad taste in my mouth. So, Piper's revelation that glorifying God and being happy are one and the same was something of a revelation for me as well, one that has challenged me to take my study of God's message to us much more seriously. <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">"God created me - and you - to live with a single, all-embracing, all-transforming passion - namely, a passion to glorify God by enjoying and displaying his supreme excellence in all the spheres of life. Enjoying and displaying are both crucial. If we try to display the excellence of God without joy in it, </span><i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">we will display a shell of hypocrisy and create scorn or legalism..." </i><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">(ibid.)</span> (Emphasis mine - this definitely home)<br /><br />Piper explains further on what exactly is meant by 'glorify', and I have to say, although I probably understood this word on some level, the cultured part of my mind always flinched when I heard it (much like words like, 'evangelize', and 'religious') - it seemed <i>narcissistic</i>. But, why SHOULD he get all the glory? Being Love, Truth, Justice, Wisdom, and Strength (as I mentioned before) has a lot to do with this. To be honest, it's still something I'm wrapping my head around. Piper offers the helpful metaphor that <i>glorifying </i>God is like <i>magnifying </i>God, in that if you magnify God as a telescope magnifies planets and stars, you are making something that is unfathomably large appear very clearly. Our lives are meant to show God more clearly - this is done by enjoying him. Again, part of me thinks this is amazing, and part of me thinks this outrageous.</span><br /><br /><span style="">I think what twisted the knife through my little heart, though, was a section on love that bears the title, "Does Being Loved Mean Being Made Much Of?"</span><br /><br /><span style="">Why yes, John, I believe it does.</span><br /><br /><span style="">Oh, shoot, is that wrong? This, unfortunately, is a belief I've held so close to me that I'm having a hard time escaping it. It became painfully obvious during my last relationship, but I have little doubt it has existed much, much longer than I'll ever recall. I still suffer from extreme self-interest - I will admit it. The fact that this blog exists is in part a testimony to that. The fact that my computer is full of pictures of myself is another. Pipers words are the smack upside the head that I have sorely needed for so very long: <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">"Love is doing what is best for someone. But making self the object of our highest affections is not best for us. It is, in fact, a lethal distraction. We were made to see and savor God - and savoring him, to be supremely satisfied, and thus spread in all the world the worth of his presence. Not to show people the all-satisfying God is not to love them. To make them feel good about themselves when they were made to feel good about seeing God is </span><i style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">like taking someone to the <st1:place st="on">Alps</st1:place> and locking them in a room full of mirrors." </i><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">(p. 33)</span><br /><br />As I sit and write, and consider how this post started and where it is ending, something seems painfully clear to me. When asking myself how I can continue to fritter away useful time on worthless things, I normally cite a lack of motivation. But in so doing, I'm exempting myself from the more obvious issue - <i>I can't even choose what is best for myself</i>.<br /><br />Sorry for another epically long post, it was probably as hard to write as it is for you all to read. I promise I'll post more cat pictures to make up for it!</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-38622393913621635672008-04-09T23:03:00.005-04:002008-11-17T23:53:12.155-05:00Fearsome<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OeoVwu_P6oP8ZkTC9uH0V6h7sZwmP4m-7CMUbFQe2WdbdSxc_Naf5vQdcNW50oZwGNA9rdVF4Emk0wH-1PflBf-XZFwOtLOjwURq5nFW1U7WmukRlFlMuVo_stAPySv89x9Y/s1600-h/Cats+in+April+009.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OeoVwu_P6oP8ZkTC9uH0V6h7sZwmP4m-7CMUbFQe2WdbdSxc_Naf5vQdcNW50oZwGNA9rdVF4Emk0wH-1PflBf-XZFwOtLOjwURq5nFW1U7WmukRlFlMuVo_stAPySv89x9Y/s400/Cats+in+April+009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187447726989244786" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-67684474246313717042008-04-09T21:37:00.004-04:002008-04-10T15:31:54.379-04:00Of Spring and ThingsWell, I can't say this is an all-time low in the world of blog frequency, but to have been silent for six months is unacceptable! I won't stand for this!<br /><br />So here I am.<br /><br />To be truthful, I've been meaning to jot something down here just to get the ball rolling, but never seemed to come up with anything EPIC enough to break the silence with. I finally decided life is pretty hectic as it is, I don't need to wait around for EPIC!<br /><br />So, school is almost done. I think the score for this year was something like School: 99 Erin: -3, but perhaps I'm exaggerating. In truth, I struggled a lot with staying focused and handing things in on time, really basic things that they're supposed to beat out of you in the primary grades. Actually, I was worried for a while that my procrastination was something recent, that I was some kind of super student before university... and then I found some old journals and they pretty much confirmed that I'm just a born procrastinator. Always have been, always will be.<br /><br />So I've decided that this summer, I'm going to kick the pants off of my procrastination habits, say goodbye to useless things, timewasters, and anything unworthy of my attention. Yes, folks, it's true: this is the Summer Of Getting Things Done (SOGTD)... I'll think of a better acronym later. Oh, the irony.<br /><br />I feel like I've raved to everyone, but just in case I missed you, I'll be working as a Manager Extraordinaire at Tea at the White House, my workplace of the past 6 years. I'm pretty stoked, as they've been nothing but stellar. If you're ever passing through Waterdown, come on over and visit - the odds are pretty excellent that I'll be working!<br /><br />Apart from work and school, I've decided to start reading John Piper's <span style="font-style: italic;">Don't Waste Your Life</span>, one of what seems to be about a dozen Christian standards, apart from the bible itself. To be truthful, I've been avoiding this book nervously, with a decent reason. When it was first given to me (<span style="font-style: italic;">lent, </span>I should say...), I was maybe a week and a half out of my breakup, totally emotional, and just starting to open up to God. I was kind of at the point where I wanted to know What The Big Deal Was about God and life, and after discussing this with a coworker, she let me borrow her copy of the aforementioned book. I think I got about 3 chapters in before I burst into tears. Mum eyed the book suspiciously, and told me maybe I shouldn't read it if were going to make me upset. While she had a point - I definitely wasn't ready to read Piper's firm views on The Meaning of Life - I KNEW that I was faced with the truth that my life was meant to be changed by God. Terrifyingly, my whole world was going to change... if I let it. So, needless to say, the book and it's contents were at the same time meaningful, but wholly undigestable at the time.<br /><br />So I shelved it, thinking I'd pick it up again when I'd come to terms with where things were going. Almost two years later, I'm a little more stable, a little more mature... but not so much of either that I couldn't use a good smack in the face. Realizing that I have a terrible addiction to the internet and that I also don't to spend the summer indoors hovering near the glare of the computer screen like a moth, I decided that it was time to un-shelf that puppy and Stop Wasting My Life.<br /><br />I have to say, I'm glad that I have. I'm only one chapter in, as I'm taking time to think and push back on what I've read, but Piper's a bit more gentle than I remember him being. I'll update you with my thoughts when I've gotten a little farther.<br /><br />Sorry this post was so long, and kudos to you if you made it this far. I'll try and break things up a little in the future!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-59513947422271929402007-10-02T18:32:00.002-04:002008-04-25T17:16:01.536-04:00Happy NewsThis <span style="font-style: italic;">will</span> be a short one, but a bright one. As the title suggests, I've got happy news! Last night I attended my first night of homechurch in Carlisle, and needless to say, I'll be going back. A welcoming atmosphere, good discussion, and there was even a bit of worship at the beginning and many people offering up prayers at the end. Somewhat different from previous experience, and thankfully so. I'm really quite happy that this fits into my schedule, too (although somewhat precariously, as it's right after class on Monday). So praise God for that! No more traveling into Burlington!<br /><br />Also praise worthy: It seems that since Summit, 3 new decisions to follow Christ have been made on campuses across Canada. This is just what's been recorded, too, so who knows how correct that number is. It's awesome all the same! Thank you God for new brothers and sisters!<br /><br />Sharing and surveying tomorrow! Keep praying! And have a great week!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-5740446607479162002007-10-01T12:58:00.001-04:002008-04-11T22:23:24.753-04:00Designer vs. Herself<p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">Over the past four years in the York-Sheridan design program, I’ve come to realize something. When it comes to design (and anything else, really), I’m my own worst enemy. The struggles I’ve faced since day one in this program almost always stem from a decision I’ve made, an attitude I’ve had, etc. Who I am and what I believe shapes me as a student and as a designer. How I work and what I work on does not hinge on the typeface I’ve chosen, the colours I use, or the layout I employ. It all comes down to character, to the interest I take in the world around me. </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>I think it’s also fair to point out that ‘designer’ is not something I often refer to myself as, and if I do, I do only for clarity or convenience. In the past, this has caused problems. By dissociating myself with the design profession, I created a huge apathy for my studies and even for the world around me. Over the course of the past year, I’ve learned that apathy cannot be an option, even if I don’t necessarily want to be categorized and placed in the ‘designer’ box. It’s been a process of identity, and a process of widening my view of the world. Being honest, I struggled a great deal to get where I am today, even if I am not that far from where I started. Thanks to apathy, I failed courses in my first year. Working harder in my second year, I did well at first, but quickly ran out of steam. Just doing the work wasn’t <i style="">working</i>. I wasn’t satisfied. And yet, I resisted engaging the program I was now committed to. It took me another two years to realize that even if I wasn’t a designer, I’m still part of this global community, and I still have an active role to play. If being a designer meant being constricted, how could my role be rethought? </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>My faith journey has had a large part in rediscovering purpose and vision for school and beyond. It may sound cliché or simple-minded, but looking back, the process was actually the most mind-expanding experience I’d had in my university career (no thanks to any course or instructor of mine, or the university as an institution). This past summer, I had the opportunity to spend three months in <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Halifax</st1:place></st1:city>, working a job (as a cook), working in ministry, and building relationships. It’s probably the most un-design endeavour I’ve taken part in since I started the program, which was, at the time, part of the point. After three years of fighting my way, I was exhausted and a bit disillusioned, and was more than happy to escape from York, YSDN, and anyone who wanted to talk about either. Imagine my dismay, then, when I was appointed the team’s designer and asked to produce advertisements, brochures and a yearbook-like production for my team mates. I struggled with this for a while, dreading the possibility of not finishing, and dreading even more what people might think of the work if I did. Now, there is a difference, I realize, between working for your friends, and working for a large company. As I was encouraged to persevere, however, I began to enjoy myself. </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>I began to enjoy design.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>The assignments I had been given were the same as any I had received from YSDN. The time frame to complete them was much shorter than what I am used to. I even pulled an all-nighter or two. What changed? </p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>The answer might be overly simplistic. At the height of my doubt over completing the large yearbook, one of my team mates consistently assured me, “Fear not, Daniel.” It was a line she got from a children’s video. Brushing aside the question of age-appropriateness, I considered her statement.<span style=""> </span>My concerns with style, with minute details, etc. suddenly took a back seat to <i style="">why</i> I was working on this book, <i style="">who</i> I was making it for. In all my time working on projects and striving to meet the standards set before me, I had shut out the larger body of design theory and practice, and the world that my work would be sent into. As I had learned with ministry, design doesn’t occur in a vacuum. I started to care about design because I started to care about the world around me. I stopped worrying about style and form and focused more on who I was trying to reach. Design stopped being an end and started to become a means. And then, to my horror, I started to enjoy myself.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>I felt the shift more acutely when I read Michael Bierut’s <i style="">Warning: May Contain Non-Design Content</i>. Upon reading it, I felt like making myself a t-shirt that read, “Warning: Non-Designer”. Of course, thanks to the thousand and one assignments I needed to complete before the next day, it never came to fruition, but I appreciated Bierut’s honesty all the same, and almost sighed with relief as he explained, “My stupid layouts…were simply no more and no less than a whole lot of empty-headed graphic design. And graphic design wasn’t enough. It never is.”<a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=36764350&postID=574044660747916200#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style=""><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-size:12;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a></p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>As a <i style="">designer</i> (I get a funny tingle every time I think of myself as one of ‘them’ now), it’s so easy to get worked up over the look of whatever we’re working on, and forget why we do what we do. Late nights and early mornings spent glaring at computer screens with bloodshot eyes wondering hopelessly if any of this would ever be worth it, and feeling as though I already knew the answer was ‘no.’ I was never going to be a graphic designer. I wouldn’t let myself, and I wouldn’t let them make me. Bierut’s words could have been my own as I realized over the summer that I had very nearly thrown away an opportunity to impact the community around me: “Not everything is design. But design is about everything. So do yourself a favour: be ready for anything.”<a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=36764350&postID=574044660747916200#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style=""><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-size:12;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Design, funnily enough, isn’t about design. It’s about clarifying, expressing, evoking, inciting, explaining, directing. If you can’t reach the people you’re trying to reach, if you’re designing for the sake of design, I’d say you’ve already failed. I should know, I spent three years perfecting the artform.</p> <div face="georgia"><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><br /> <hr align="left" size="1" width="33%"> <!--[endif]--> <div style="" id="ftn1"> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=36764350&postID=574044660747916200#_ftnref1" name="_ftn1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style=""><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-size:10;">[1]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Michael Bierut, “Warning: May Contain Non-Design Content”, <u>Seventy-nine Short Essays on Design</u> (Princeton Architectural Press, 2007) 13.</p> </div> <div style="" id="ftn2"> <p class="MsoFootnoteText"><a style="" href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=36764350&postID=574044660747916200#_ftnref2" name="_ftn2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style=""><!--[if !supportFootnotes]--><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-size:10;">[2]</span></span><!--[endif]--></span></span></a> Ibid., 13.</p> </div> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-48187929065979860262007-09-30T21:59:00.002-04:002008-04-11T22:24:24.175-04:00Something a little lighter (but definitely not shorter)This won't be totally palette cleansing after the last post, but it will probably be shorter.<br /><br />This weekend, of course, was Summit - Campus for Christ's annual fall retreat. Amazing people, amazing worship, amazing speakers, and of course, an amazing God made for an amazing weekend. It was definitely a little more laid back feeling than last year, which is probably because I didn't meet nearly as many people or share my testimony 40 times... I definitely did meet a number of very quality people from schools across southern Ontario and met up with old friends from projects past.<br /><br />The Leonard Beuhler (sp?), the President of C4C Canada (now called 'Power to Change') and Mike Woodard, national director for Campus for Christ (the campus ministry) were the speakers for the weekend. I want to say that the talks they gave were pretty usual, but when God is involved, of course, things are never usual.<br /><br />Addressing the crowd of students a number of times, Leonard's talk on the ministry of the Holy Spirit, and how important being filled with the Spirit is in following Christ really stuck out to me. Especially when he put a slide up depicting the Spirit-filled individual (full of the fruits of the Spirit) and the attributes of a carnal Christian. When asked to pinpoint which attributes of the latter we could identify with, I was dismayed that I needed both hands to count. It wasn't so surprising, I guess. I have been struggling these past few weeks (see post below for a good example), but I figured that things were pretty good. I'm someone who believes we're filled with the Spirit upon making a decision for Christ. I felt the immediate impact the moment I became a Christian, but I have to admit, the 'feeling' doesn't always carry.<br /><br />I'm probably doing a very inadequate job of making this clear, but I'll try my best. Basically, I've got the Spirit, but I've been doing a poor job of relying on Him to help build my relationship with Christ, and lead me in life in general. My prayer times and devotional times have really suffered a blow since school started, and I've been doing a pretty bad job of missing 'dates' with God. I can't remember if was Leonard or not who pointed out that 'you wouldn't miss a date with a boyfriend or girlfriend... the same should go for God.' Ouch. "Sorry, Lord, doing ______ was more important than hanging out with you." I've slowly been relying on my own strength more and more, and more and more I'm missing quality contact with God. Spiritual suffocation. Ick.<br /><br />So I'm so glad that even though my initial attitude was "Ok, we've gone over this before", God still (as usual) got the point across. I'm definitely challenged to commit more time to prayer and devos than I have been, and while I'm starting tonight effectively, something really cool starts tomorrow that I want to let you know about...<br /><br /><a href="http://prayerchain.campusforchrist.org/">2000 for 500: Asking God to Draw Students to Faith</a><br /><br />If you're a student or staff with C4C, you've probably heard of this new prayer initiative. Last year, 143 students made a faith decision, and this year, we're asking God for another miracle: 500 students to make the decision to enter into a relationship with Jesus, with special emphasis on Quebecois and Muslim students - two of the most unreached student groups across Canada. There's a chance on the website to sign up for a 15-minute prayer slot, or you could just pray as you're led to over the course of the week (and beyond!). I'm encouraged. Very encouraged. And I'll definitely be praying for these goals, and hopefully going sharing more regularly. I've been challenged to step up in faith, that's for sure.<br /><br />This is getting long, but I'm adding this as well because it's on the more serious side of things. I was totally encouraged to have a number of fellow students, who are praying about where God is calling them, approach me and ask about the projects I've taken part in. This is really an answer to prayer. You obviously don't need to go on a project to reach people, but stepping out of your comfort zone to a) raise support b) go to a foreign place and c) engage total strangers in faith discussions is a huge leap of faith and shows so much commitment to working for the gospel. It's also an amazing way to build faith and character, and grow closer to the Lord. So obviously I want others to experience all these things and more, and thus I was more than happy to discuss my experiences, the challenges, the joys, and everything in between with people who are considering project. Praise God for that!<br /><br />I ended up meeting up with a fellow Scotland projectile, Hilary, and we had some excellent and challenging talks about Scotland, where we're at in our lives with that, and whether or not we're feeling the call to go back. Well, I guess there's no arguing we're feeling called. I've been feeling a tug ever since Halifax began to come to a close. Seeing the project video and retracing my experiences with those interested students and with Hilary really made a light flicker on in my heart. Scotland is still a nation desperately in need of God. That hasn't changed. We saw a lot of fruit for two weeks of work, but there is still so much more to be done. So, while I haven't officially applied or confirmed that yes, I am going, I am definitely keeping Scotland in my prayers, and will hopefully start the application process in the upcoming weeks. If you're feeling it, you could also partner in prayer with me over this.<br /><br />Also growing in my heart is a desire to go back to Halifax. I feel this much more strongly than Scotland (though I do feel a strong pull to return to both places), and had a chance to sit down with a few staff members and students to talk about the process of applying to and experiencing STEP (a year-long internship on a Canadian campus, ideally Halifax but I'm satisfied with any campus) in Halifax. It seems crazy to even look at the words I just wrote and think about what they mean. Jen from U of T shared on stage how she felt called to STINT, but doubted the possibility. It wasn't until she finally gave in and agreed with God to apply that she felt peace about her decision, and saying now that I'm going back to Halifax fills me with both peace and excitement. After what seemed like just a taste this summer, I'm already ready to go back to Halifax and share Christ with others, and see believers built up in their faith. I'm already fairly sure about heading back to Halifax next summer as a projectile (with some of this year's projectiles potentially as interns, this could make for a lot of fun, and definitely a very passionate team!)<br /><br />Going back means a lot of things, as does STEP. I can't number them all here (we'd be here all night), but I am definitely keeping both Scotland and Halifax (the places and the projects) in my prayers. I'm fully confident that God'll let me know where I'm supposed to be. Wherever I'm called, I'm excited to go for God.<br /><br />Oh, and for those of you waiting on an update about the Halifax project that just passed, I should have that finished next weekend and sent out shortly afterwards. Expect it to contain information about upcoming projects.<br /><br />Praise God for an awesome weekend and hundreds of students on fire for God. Keep praying and persevering!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-25240110128844106442007-09-26T19:49:00.002-04:002008-04-11T22:26:42.943-04:00Tough stuff.<span style="font-size:100%;">Apologies to the avid blog readers for the length of time between posts. I'm doing much better at this than I thought I would, so, hah! (Warning you, this is going to be a long one.)<br /><br />Normally I write down the bulk of my thoughts in a journal and then post the really interesting/thought provoking (hah!) stuff on here, but today I'm working without the filter. Between class and work and everything else, being 'real' has been hard and I'm feeling like I just haven't been honest with myself. This isn't a 'woe-is-me' post, it's just some tough stuff.. Because being reborn isn't all puppies and roses, right? And maybe we'll all gain some insight.<br /><br />I saw some old friends today, friends I lived with in first year, actually, which was awesome. I was praying pretty hard for a familiar face today, so praise God for that. One of them, Ted, just got engaged, so congrats to him! I <span style="font-style: italic;">am</span> happy for him... Really.<br /><br />...what, that didn't sound convincing?<br /><br />Okay. I am genuinely happy that he's happy and in love and planning to spend the rest of his life with a wonderful woman. But it's happening more and more now. Every time I hear about another engagement (this is the third in the last year), it feels like the rug is getting pulled out from beneath me. I literally get chills. I get scared.<br /><br />Yeah. Scared.<br /><br />It's completely foreign, and yet totally familiar and comprehensible. I used to panic thinking about death. Now I panic about life. Married life. Or maybe, a lack thereof...?<br /><br />Okay, okay, so maybe I'm not so weird. I know there a lot of single people out there who also get that funny tummy clench when they hear yet another one of their friends is getting hitched, wondering when, if ever, they too will be waltzing down the aisle. My mind practically explodes every time I think about the ifs, whens, whats, and hows of relationships. We should be so lucky that that's <span style="font-style: italic;">all </span>that explodes, given the need to issue biohazard suits after my last relationship meltdown...<br /><br />I guess my real issue is this - and this is pure, down-to-earth, realness, folks - I've know where <span style="font-style: italic;">I've</span> been, I know what <span style="font-style: italic;">I'm</span> capable of (or incapable of, sigh), and... well, it's scary. We're capable of a lot of good things, but we're also capable of a lot of really, really hurtful things. You don't need blunt force to do a lot of damage. Heh, I don't need to rehash that. And so life moves on, right? I did find God, and I did come to understand more about relationships. Through sermons, through friends, through two amazing projects. Everything seemed pretty bright and shiny, coming home from Halifax, with fresh passion and fresh perspective. Maybe I was ready for this relationship thing.. you know, with <span style="font-style: italic;">boys</span>. And that's when I realized it.<br /><br />I'm terrified to be in a relationship again. Or, terrified that I'll never get there. I'm not a fun, fluffy type. As my DGL Wendy said this summer, "You're into really, really deep relationships. Shallow isn't good enough." (Well, it was something like that. I'm paraphrasing). And see, there's two problems here that are tied in with all this:<br /><br />A) First (and importantly), it means God's not getting in on the ground floor on this one. Trusting God with money, no worries. Trusting God with school, no worries. Trusting God with my love life... well, logically, who better to trust, right? And thus we reveal problem number 1! I'm a control freak when it comes to relationships. I'm sure I'm not the only one, but it pains me so much to admit that I can't let something so important rest in the hands of the one who'd give it the utmost of care. I would love to have a healthy, happy relationship with someone I care deeply about. Which leads us to our second point...<br /><br />B) Because I'm so defensive and uptight about potentially having another person hurt me again, or worse, hurting someone else myself, and because I've definitely struggled with godliness and purity in relationships before, I'm, well, defensive and uptight. Which not only makes for poor romantic relationships, it makes for poor ANY relationships. And therein lies a fault of mine, that I've admitted before. I'm intensely physical, and for as long as I can remember, relationships, especially the romantic kind, are validated through physicality. Not only that, I quickly realized how to manipulate my relationship (I'm being very specific now) in ways that resulted in that physicality. I was just validating myself. 'Boyfriend' became 'convenience'. Not much relating going on there.<br /><br />And then things tangle slightly further. Part of giving up control to God means... well, giving up my agendas. My desires. Dying to myself. "Those that strive to touch a star oft stumble of a single straw."<br /><br />Straw, thy name is Ess-ee-ex. <span style="font-style: italic;">(that's 'sex', for the phonetically challenged...)</span><br /><br />Really, as complicated as this all sounds, it's pretty simple. I want what God wants, because I <span style="font-style: italic;">know</span> that's best. But I also know that I've got a powerful sexual nature that can, if allowed, get absolutely out of hand. Sex isn't bad, kids. But it's best expressed when it's constructive (i.e., an expression of love, self-sacrificial act, not a method of control, etc) However, most situations where I find myself, well, in <span style="font-style: italic;">need</span>, are not constructive situations, and so I'm constantly beating back on this supposedly healthy urge. Following me here? To be doing this constantly is, well, <span style="font-style: italic;">exhausting</span>. Obviously. Or I wouldn't have written you an essay about it. Duh.<br />And I'm sure I'm not alone.<br /><br />And that's kind of the point of writing all this, I suppose. Because I made a promise a long time ago (about a year now, to be exact) that I would start being more real, more the woman God intended me to be. And I realized that there were going to be potholes and roadblocks along the way. But rather than cover them up or pretend like they're not there, I'm sharing, because maybe this will encourage someone else. And hey, I feel encouraged just writing this down. It's a daily battle, for all of us. The enemies we fight may look different, but we all know the outcome, and we can take hope in that. I found incredible hope in a verse from Hebrews the other day, so I'll share it with you in parting:<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">"In bringing many sons to glory, it was<br />fitting that God, for whom and through<br />whom everything exists, should make<br />the author of their salvation perfect through<br />suffering. Both the one who makes men holy<br />and those who are made holy are of the same<br />family. So Jesus is not ashamed to call them brothers.<br />He says,<br />'<span style="font-style: italic;">I will declare you name to my brothers;</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">in the presence of the congregation I</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">will sing your praises</span>'<br />And again,<br />'<span style="font-style: italic;">I will put my trust in him.</span>'<br />And again he says,<br />'<span style="font-style: italic;">Here am I, and the children god has given me</span>'<br />Since the children have flesh and blood, he too<br />shared in their humanity so that by his death he<br />might destroy him who holds the power of death -<br />that is, the devil - and free those who all their lives<br />were held in slavery by their fear of death.<br />For surely it is not angels he helps, but Abraham's descendants.<br />For this reason he had to be made like his brothers<br />in every way, in order that he might become a<br />merciful and faithful high priest in service to God,<br />and that he might make atonement for the sins of the people.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Because he himself suffered when he was tempted, </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">he is able to help those are being tempted.</span>"<br />(Hebrews 2:10-18)<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-72562442433239621232007-09-06T22:14:00.001-04:002008-04-11T22:28:33.724-04:00Update Time!Hey friends, it's been a little while (but not as long as usual!)...<br /><br />So, this has been quite the... week and a half. Two weeks. Something like that. Last week started out like any other week, but quickly launched into the realm of the extraordinary(ily difficult), as I started out on an 8 day work week that turned from some waitressing and some cooking to just cooking when my coworker sliced her finger on Tuesday, requiring several stitches... days later, all chaos broke loose when my boss lost her wedding and engagement rings and everyone straddled two jobs as we all searched high and low and tended the shop. I think worked outside the kitchen as much as inside that day... thank goodness, by Friday morning we had found both rings, and my boss was in a much better mood. Good thing, too, because we had an extraordinary number of customers in. The weekend carried on much the same way, until Sunday, when the girl I was supposed to train as a kitchen assistant forgot she was working as a KA and showed up 3 hours late, and then nearly fainted twice thanks to a previous bout of heat stroke. She was a trooper, but ended up heading home. It was a spot of craziness on an already crazy day, for sure. So yes, that was an exciting 8 days. Maybe not terribly interesting for you, but that's the way the cookie crumbles, my friend.<br /><br />As for this week, well! I got a snazzy new <a href="http://www.bell.ca/shopping/95750.details?colourId=84&ADV5=ON_CDN_BIL_MOBm510_newwlp">cell phone</a> , and started the school year yesterday. With a bang, I might add. I'll be catching the 6:45 AM bus twice a week to get to early classes at York this term, and yesterday was the first go-round with that. Not as bad as I thought it would be, but we'll see what I'm saying come November! My electives this year are ace. Renaissance and Baroque Art and Architecture and Weather and Climate. Yup, I'm a nerd, I'm in love with both. I've got to wait till Monday to get a taste of my design courses, but all except one are ones I've started in before, so I don't really expect anything too shocking.<br /><br />The REAL fun from yesterday was meeting up with people from C4C and helping out with our O-Week booth. We met so many students who are hungry to know more about God, and who want to get involved or learn more. I even met a girl who seemed stoked about a mission trip to Scotland! (But who wouldn't be, really? ;) It was definitely interesting to be in on the 'ground floor' on the campus.. I've stayed pretty aloof for four years (there's that sticky pride issue again!), and I'm only just now seeing a bigger part of campus life. Kind of exciting. Kind of scary. I'm totally stoked. This is going to be the best year yet.<br /><br />Seriously.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-40636799753324851582007-08-23T13:28:00.001-04:002008-04-11T22:29:27.536-04:00Cleaning can be fun.Well, it can.<br /><br />Oh, come on.<br /><br />Okay, in seriousness, this is why I take forever to clean my room out/up. I'm merrily putting clothes away, minding my own business, when I stumble across a little piece of myself that I'd forgotten about. A picture, a piece of writing, some memory of something that was at one point really, really important.<br /><br />As I was sorting through my 'portfolio' (the stack of design work accumulated from the last 3 years that usually resides in my closet and which has now been demoted to 'under the bed'), I came across a typography project from 2nd year. The design isn't half bad (Bodoni?! What was I <span style="font-style: italic;">thinking</span>?), but the text really got me.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">DERAILED<br /><br />A wall of humid air hits me as I run from the cool, dark interior of the house. Slamming the front door behind me, I ignore the stares of the children playing nearby and head furiously away from home. Blind, I steer myself down the shoulder of a busy road, away from town and </span>them<span style="font-style: italic;">. Cars rush by me, some swerving dangerously close, but I do not move away. Without checking for oncoming traffic, I take a sharp left onto a country road. A few steps inward and the sound of the traffic gives away to muffled stillness. The silence presses in around me as frantic thoughts roll uneasily around in my head.<br />Through forest and field I follow this road, until another intersects it. A lawnmower drones in the distance and a slight, urgent breeze rustles the leaves of nearby trees. Shadows drift across the cracked pavement as the sun slips in and out of sight behind gathering clouds.<br />I breathe deeply. My heart is pounding painfully, and I am unsure of where to turn.<br />Peering down the westward road, I can make out rust-brown rails dissecting the pastoral landscape and cutting a gouge northward. Where it is met by the road, a dormant signal stands, its deadened black eyes glaring through the shimmering heat. Mesmerized, I turn, and trudge down the lonely road towards it while stray whispers of thought chase circles around my head. On either side of the road, oak trees form a sweeping green corridor. Passing beneath it, I look up through the gnarled branches to see the sky start to darken. Dead leaves scrape dryly across the pavement, and a cloud of dust kicks up among the broken corn skeletons in a nearby field.<br />As I leave the trees, the whispers inside my head grow to an angry buzz, as a clap of thunder tears across the sky and the trees pitch and heave in a sudden gust of wind. Pale ghosts of the past winter swirl around me as I draw nearer and nearer, the dull gaze of the crossing signal boring through me. Above the wind, the sound of an ominous bellow swells to a crescendo. In an instant, the languid eyes of the signal explode to life, filling the air with light and sound. Fate, the voices inside my head taunt, has brought me here.<br />The growl of the approaching train builds and builds until even the storm is overcome and the buzzing in my ears becomes a painful throb. Gasping, I reach out with a white-knuckled hand for a nearby fencepost, dragging myself closer to the rails. Their surfaces glint like knife-edges, offering me a solution to the problems that drove me here in the first place. Closing my eyes, I feel the ground vibrate with pure energy as the train bursts out of the trees and roars past. Boxcars fly by me, on e blur after another, clanking and groaning only a foot from my grasp. My hair whips across my face, stinging my eyes, which are full of salty tears that collect and fall, shattering noiselessly on the gravel.<br />Car after car streaks by me, pounding my ears with deafening sound, and I scream. I scream at their recklessness, and I scream at the futility that I feel wrapping cold fingers around me. I scream until the world spins and the earth tilts and the sky swirls into oblivion. One, long, overwrought howl that is drowned out by the relentless growly of the beast before me.<br />And the the train is gone, and my screams fall away into ringing silence. Shivering in the rain, chest heaving, I sway. The gravel rends my knees as the slam into the ground.<br />In the distance, the long, low, pitiless wail of the train cries out against the storm.</span><br /><br />I remember the day that this talks about, and I remember what it was like to feel so utterly helpless. It was roughly just after I had found out that I'd failed first year, and things were looking utterly bleak. What's interesting to me, I suppose, is that this was written almost 8 months after the fact, at the start of what seemed to me like a very hope-giving relationship. My life is full of strange splits in reality. Leaving singlehood to enter coupledom, feeling hopeless and then feeling redemption. When I wrote this, I wrote not as someone who had moved on and was living a separate reality from that hopelessness, but as someone who was still rooted in it. Written early on in the second term of second year, it was a very quick downward spiral that nearly led me to failure once again.<br /><br />Since finding God and choosing to follow Christ, my life has been systematically realigned. As one thing turns, so must others, until entire areas of my life are suddenly filled with new light and hope. The prospect of relationships, singleness, and marriage are a very obvious example, and many people know I'm very outspoken now about how good God is in his design for our relational lives. So much has changed internally that reading this made me very aware of another split in reality. I <span style="font-style: italic;">lived</span> that experience, and yet it seems so foreign to me now. I feel like I'm observing myself from a distance. I've only had one similar experience since becoming a believer, where I could feel futility 'wrapping cold fingers around me', but even then, it was a different encounter, because I became very aware of the Holy Spirit, leading and counseling me.<br /><br />I was doing something I knew I shouldn't. I had striven so hard to avoid this situation, and yet here I was, finding myself in the same position, submitted to my own desires, like a slave. I knew it, and yet I continued. And as I continued, grief mingling with the promise of release, I was aware of something. Someone, I suppose, egging me on, telling me to continue, coaxing and pleading, nudging me forward. At the same time, a quiet, steady voice broke through, telling me I could still turn back, that this didn't have to be my life, my reality. To me, it seemed too late. The first voice grew stronger and more insistent and as release welled up and spilled over, my joy and relief gave way to horror as the voice cried out in victory and began feeding from my sin as a wild animal tears into a fresh kill. I'd failed again, and the enemy was delighted. Exhausted and shamed, the quiet voice found an audience in me. It told me that this wasn't permanent, and that if I trusted, I knew I could be forgiven, and that I could move on. I was still loved. Wiping my tears, stood up and walked away. I'm still walking.<br /><br />Thinking about it now, it's amazing, the stillness and calmness that the second voice brought, and how simple it was to slip out of that first reality into the second, of a life spend following Jesus. No fog of confusion, no widening pit of emptiness inside. Just a simple choice to walk away and focus on Jesus. We're not guaranteed a perfect life, but we are guaranteed grace. I'm still amazed that people find my story, well, amazing. It's seemed like such a natural process, albeit a very hard one at times. I'm just thankful now that I have the option to choose, rather than feel helpless.<br /><br />Something else to be thankful for, I guess.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br /></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-22054426483820358702007-08-06T14:46:00.002-04:002008-04-11T22:30:30.708-04:00Ranty McRantI'm taking a short break from cleaning out my room. Like, literally, gutting every possible orifice. You know what I'm learning?<br /><br />I keep EVERYTHING. Blaaaaarg.<br /><br />Witness Erin: Cleaning machine. Whirr-Hummmm.<br /><br />Seriously though! I've found all kinds of things from first year, which was uh, 4 years ago, and even before then. I keep the strangest things. Sticks from hikes. Old notes from classes I've long forgotten the lessons of (in hopes that I'd study them sometime in the future?? No THANK YOU, Friend!!). Living virtually out of a suitcase in Halifax taught me the value of simplicity. So I'm making an effort to cut my room in half. I've got a box full of stuff for eBay, I've already carted 3 bags of paper to the blue box. Another stack to be burned. My desk drawers have never looked so clean or purposeful. It's taken me 3 hours just to do my computer desk. Just looking at my drafting desk makes me sad. Mostly because it has mutated from desk to a junk collector.<br /><br />I need a more functional room. Pray - seriously - that I manage to severely minimize this space. This room is too full of memories to be full of crap too.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-8493635253098401112007-08-05T10:20:00.001-04:002008-04-11T22:32:28.991-04:00Turning from "Self " to "Selfless"Hey friends. :)<br /><br />I'm not entirely sure where to begin this post. With joy, I'd like to tell you that I'm making it my plan to update this blog at <span style="font-style: italic;">least</span> on a weekly basis, probably every Sunday. This summer I learned a lot about the value of taking time to reflect and meditate on what I've been learning, and Sunday seems like the most logical day. So here is the first of the Sunday posts!<br /><br />First, to give you a brief update:<br />On Wednesday, August 1st, I arrived at Pearson International Airport at 5:48PM, 10 minutes ahead of schedule. It was a relief to be finished traveling. Saying goodbye most of Monday and Tuesday was very hard, and I felt a strong desire to move on and away from those thoughts and feelings and into the next step. Within hours, I was home with family, and then off to a staff party for my workplace in Waterdown. It was a beautiful night and a great time connecting with my coworkers at home and just genuinely enjoying time with them.<br /><br />Thankfully, God has provide for me abundantly this month! I am now working 19 out of 31 days. This is a great big answer to prayer, as I did not get nearly as many hours this summer as I would have liked (though I probably worked about as many as I could physically or emotionally handle). My time is also being quickly filled up with things related to York C4C, friends, family, and just taking some time to chill. Which leads me into what I wanted to <span style="font-style: italic;">really</span> say...<br /><br />The month of August for most people is pretty insignificant, as far as calendar months go. We get a couple of holidays, really hot weather, and hayfever and back to school prep to boot. August to me is slightly more significant. This month marks the one year anniversary of the beginning of my journey for Truth and God. Aug. 15th marks the specific date that my seemingly ideal world came crashing down about my ears, and I was forced to look at the reality of my life and my situation. Roughly a month later, I made the full commitment to follow Christ, and 5 months following that, I declared publicly through my baptism that there really was no turning back for me. I had made up my mind. A month following, I left for Edinburgh, Scotland. Facing the reality that mankind is indeed stubborn and has desperately fallen out of sorts with God, I stepped out into the battlefield. I learned a lot from my teammates and the people we spoke to, and came home with the conviction that God was calling me to continue to study and grow at home. Three months later, I boarded a bus with Olga to Halifax, and for three months I spent my time getting to know God more intimately, growing exponentially, and encouraging others around me. Here I sit, a year later, hardly believing the words that I type. I <span style="font-style: italic;">lived</span> all this, the sorrow, the joy, the adventure, everything. So what have I taken away from it all? What great lessons have I learned, and what will my life look like in the future?<br /><br />God <span style="font-style: italic;">really does</span> have the best plan, and he <span style="font-style: italic;">really is</span> faithful to those who love Him and whom He loves. Hey, that sounds pretty good.<br /><br />But what does it mean in my life (and hopefully, yours)?<br /><br />As I look back, and now look forward to what's ahead, I can see one clear trend, which I alluded to in the title of this post. It's something that, while my growth may have been exceptionally speedy, has taken a long to unfurl. It's the steady, subtle change from being selfish to selfless. Now, I'm not saying that I've done the complete 180, or that the spiritual/emotional place that I'm at now is the endpoint of my journey. We continue to work out our salvation with fear and trembling, and we are cautioned numerous times to <span style="font-style: italic;">press on</span> towards the goal (Jesus Christ).<br /><br />I am thankful for my time with my coworkers, the Meeting House, C4C, my friends, and anyone else who really opened themselves up to God and helped me get back on my feet. Your actions and words were amazing models of God's love. You were patient in the early days when I wallowed continually, and spent a great deal of time in self-learning and spiritual re-adjustment. That work isn't finished. But now, coming out of that a year later, I can see the future much more clearly. As much time was spent carefully fitting the pieces back into place according to God's will, now it's time to turn from self to others. Paul didn't just see God and and go "Hey, look, there <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> an almighty God out there who loves us. Neat." and trip along his merry way. Nor did he simply realize how wrong he had been and seek to turn from those things that stood between him and God, and that was the end of it. He made it his life long <span style="font-style: italic;">mission</span>, his one and only purpose, to know Christ, to know the Good News and live <span style="font-style: italic;">within</span> its truth - that we have been given the amazing chance to be totally free of sin, to have our lives changed, wiped clean, and set aright. And not only that, he <span style="font-style: italic;">ministered to others!</span> He spent the rest of his life in close relationship with the people in the world around him, encouraging them, rebuking them in love, teaching them and praying for them. He turned from self, to selfless.<br /><br />I want to live like that.<br /><br />I just didn't realize how much until I came home.<br /><br />Like I said, the Meeting House has been <span style="font-style: italic;">instrumental</span> in my walk with God. Their unrelentless pursuit of the real Jesus, their boldness in tackling issues such as sex, violence, poverty, and so much more, has been inspiring. I've learned and grown a lot within those walls. But now, I think it may be time to turn knowledge into action, place my involvement at the Meeting House (and not my learning) on the back burner, and really look closely at the community I'm in, right here in Hamilton/Waterdown. I'm not sure what this looks like yet. It might mean attending the Meeting House location closer to home, or attending a different, more local church. It could (and this sounds appealing to me) mean starting a Waterdown homechurch. It could mean many things. But I do know that it looks like serving others in spite of the way the world views them, and in spite of myself.<br /><br />Sorry this was so long, but as we've all noticed, it's been a month since I last wrote and there's been a lot going on in my world these days. Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers as I continue to spend this month working out the plan for this year. I'll try and make it a little... <span style="font-style: italic;">lighter</span>... next time! ;)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-84603348370282951142007-07-05T20:01:00.003-04:002008-04-11T22:36:28.257-04:00Check below for two new posts! God's laid it on my heart to share the events of this past week, and a few other things as well.<br /><br />This whole week has been quite amazing, and it's hard to pull one thing from the other, so bear with me...<br /><br />Monday night at our weekly meeting, it was announced that whoever chooses could participate this week in a fast. Reasons and lengths of fasts are up to us individually, and the fast breaks on Saturday. I'd fasted before, for a day, and it had been a very positive experience, so I was definitely excited. Fasting is something that I had initially had some trepidation over - the idea of voluntarily starving oneself... I couldn't see the connection to God. However, fasting that one day back in the spring really opened my eyes to how much I don't depend on God for, thank God for, seek God for... So when the fast was announced this week, I was excited. Because as you may have noticed, I've beed a bit muddled. There's a lot going on, and it's easy to get distracted by ministry, and fun times, and people, and just unimportant little things that devour time and energy. Fasting, in this case, was an opportunity to get back to God. To fully depend on God, and to seek Him clearly and individedly. So my fast started Monday night, and my original intention had been to go without food until Friday - a huge commitment, and not an attempt to be 'super-faster' so much as to really stretch my faith and devotion... but dietary concerns arose on tuesday night, and so I made the decision to eat the evening meal after 5:00 pm. Still painful, but not nearly as harmful.<br /><br />I'm excited to hear everyone's stories at the end of the fast, of how they heard from God, or how they connected with Him. Tuesday and Wednesday i ended up having conversations with my coworkers about my faith, and I had no one to thank but God. It was so apparent the need to depend on Him, especially on tuesday as my head was throbbing and swimming. Despite being physically empty during my workday, I feel more and more filled up by God, and more and more ready to pray and thank Him. Dinner, or <span style="font-style: italic;">eating</span>, has grown so much more special, more a cause for thanksgiving than before. Not to say that you have to fast to have a relationship with God, but it's definitely biblical and I would recommend it if you're able. I'll write some more thoughts on this later this weekend, after the fast breaks. (Breakfast on Sunday will be a blessed event, that's for sure! ;))<br /><br />Tuesday night was a coffee house outreach, where DRIME did their first performance - it was powerful, that's for sure. After the dramas, which featured Jesus's ministry, life and death, we talked with the members of the audience about what they'd just seen. Ekua and I talked to two lovely Chinese students, Connie and Mei, who amazingly understood everything perfectly, and asked really excellent questions about Jesus was, and what it took to become a child of God. I got their phone numbers and email addresses, and hopefully we can meet up sometime and talk more about what they think about everything.<br /><br />I'd mention more, but I've run out of time - there's a DRIME meeting, which I scheduled, right now! Much love, everyone. I think of you and pray for you often!<br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36764350.post-90604884018498302212007-07-05T19:33:00.001-04:002008-04-11T22:36:40.217-04:00To continue the previous post, the rest of the afternoon of the barbeque was just beautiful. Olga and I met with a young couple who had happened upon free food and friendly faces, and decided to stop in. Both of them seemed to have been 'roughed up', I guess, by life. The young man, despite being nice enough, never seemed to get the breaks he thought he deserved. People are quick to judge and too slow to offer a helping hand, and you could see the shell hardening around him as he spoke. Not to put too dramatic a touch on the conversation, but you could see him becoming defensive about how life <span style="font-style: italic;">isn't</span> fair, and how he ought to be able to live the way he wanted to, to be able to have a comfortable home and car, etc. As with many of my experiences here in Halifax, the fact that I have a warm home and bed, and a cupboard and fridge full of food, friends who care for me and parents who support me, seems altogether more of a blessing than it ever has. How much more I would thank God for those things, and more, when I met Robbie only moments later.<br /><br />It would have been easy to write Robbie off and leave him to his own devices. When I first saw him, he was sitting on the church steps, hugging himself. Crusted blood clung to his nose and fingers, and his right eye was swollen and red. The barbeque was just around the corner, but he seemed to be lingering. When I invited him in, he appeared not to understand me at first, and then mumbled something not quite intelligable, jerking his head erratically. My heart went out to him. There are many homeless on the streets of downtown Halifax, and many more living around the poverty line, for various reasons. This man needed more than a barbeque, but after some patient persistence, we managed to bring him a hotdog and some juice. Over the course of the afternoon, I sat and talked with Robbie. I'm not sure what endeared him to me - logically, I should have been frightened or off-put by some of his behavior, but something told me that he needed someone who was patient, needed to know I wasn't going to run away. As we sat on the steps, I read to him from the bible that Christopher, the youth pastor gave him. What amazing time... Robbie knew so many of the psalms by heart, and it was an obvious that God has been a great comfort to him, even in his current situation. As we sat and read, he muttered that his bible had been taken when he was beaten up by 'those punks' (that explained the blood and the swollen eye). Never quite looking me in the eye, he would say, "Read Psalm 40." And then he would start reciting... <span id="en-NIV-14527" class="sup">"</span>I waited patiently for the LORD; he turned to me and heard my cry..." And I would pick up and he would fall silent as I read. His love for God, his faith, was incredible. It was an indescribable afternoon. I'm not sure if he'll remember it, sadly. He seems to be an alcoholic - he carried with him a bottle of 'listerine' that he confessed was filled with whisky, and every now and then he would take a long swig, despite our pleas to give it to us and to drink something better. In amidst the rambling conversation and reading from the Word, I caught snippets of what his life had been like. At some point or another, we must wonder how the people on the street got to be where they are, what sort of evils had befallen them, or what sort of trouble they had gotten themselves into. My afternoon with Robbie seemed to be God's way of saying, "This, too, is a human life, and I love him just as dearly as I love you." Thinking of Robbie now still brings tears to my eyes. There is so much hurt in this city, and so few who would risk themselves to help...<br /><br /><span id="en-NIV-14527" class="sup">1</span> I waited patiently for the LORD;<br /> he turned to me and heard my cry. <p> <span id="en-NIV-14528" class="sup">2</span> He lifted me out of the slimy pit,<br /> out of the mud and mire;<br /> he set my feet on a rock<br /> and gave me a firm place to stand. </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14529" class="sup">3</span> He put a new song in my mouth,<br /> a hymn of praise to our God.<br /> Many will see and fear<br /> and put their trust in the LORD. </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14530" class="sup">4</span> Blessed is the man<br /> who makes the LORD his trust,<br /> who does not look to the proud,<br /> to those who turn aside to false gods. <sup>[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%2040&version=31#fen-NIV-14530a" title="See footnote a">a</a>]</sup> </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14531" class="sup">5</span> Many, O LORD my God,<br /> are the wonders you have done.<br /> The things you planned for us<br /> no one can recount to you;<br /> were I to speak and tell of them,<br /> they would be too many to declare. </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14532" class="sup">6</span> Sacrifice and offering you did not desire,<br /> but my ears you have pierced <sup>[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%2040&version=31#fen-NIV-14532b" title="See footnote b">b</a>]</sup> , <sup>[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%2040&version=31#fen-NIV-14532c" title="See footnote c">c</a>]</sup> ;<br /> burnt offerings and sin offerings<br /> you did not require. </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14533" class="sup">7</span> Then I said, "Here I am, I have come—<br /> it is written about me in the scroll. <sup>[<a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%2040&version=31#fen-NIV-14533d" title="See footnote d">d</a>]</sup> </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14534" class="sup">8</span> I desire to do your will, O my God;<br /> your law is within my heart." </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14535" class="sup">9</span> I proclaim righteousness in the great assembly;<br /> I do not seal my lips,<br /> as you know, O LORD. </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14536" class="sup">10</span> I do not hide your righteousness in my heart;<br /> I speak of your faithfulness and salvation.<br /> I do not conceal your love and your truth<br /> from the great assembly. </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14537" class="sup">11</span> Do not withhold your mercy from me, O LORD;<br /> may your love and your truth always protect me. </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14538" class="sup">12</span> For troubles without number surround me;<br /> my sins have overtaken me, and I cannot see.<br /> They are more than the hairs of my head,<br /> and my heart fails within me. </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14539" class="sup">13</span> Be pleased, O LORD, to save me;<br /> O LORD, come quickly to help me. </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14540" class="sup">14</span> May all who seek to take my life<br /> be put to shame and confusion;<br /> may all who desire my ruin<br /> be turned back in disgrace. </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14541" class="sup">15</span> May those who say to me, "Aha! Aha!"<br /> be appalled at their own shame. </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14542" class="sup">16</span> But may all who seek you<br /> rejoice and be glad in you;<br /> may those who love your salvation always say,<br /> "The LORD be exalted!" </p><p> <span id="en-NIV-14543" class="sup">17</span> Yet I am poor and needy;<br /> may the Lord think of me.<br /> You are my help and my deliverer;<br /> O my God, do not delay.</p>Lord, give the city of Halifax a new song...Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1