Monday, April 28, 2008

Pack Day.

Babies. What’s up with the miracle of life, I don’t get it. I am the proud cousin-aunty of... the little black-haired ism that was birthed into the world but five hours ago to cousin Rachel and Jeff. Congrats. Wow, excitement. Why is it a struggle, literally, to bring life into this world. How does death create life. These things are beautiful mysteries to me, and obviously, we are no longer just talking about babies.


I found my robin hood hat. It’s floppy, green and ridiculous. I think I will be Robin Hood this summer.


It’s very important to have a glass of wine while packing. Pinot Grigio is a decent option. And good tunes and solo dance parties. K-OS is a good pick. The recipe then is this: wine + K-OS + solo dance party = successful pack day. “….but I’m caught between a rock and a hard place...and if it ain’t broke, Don’t fix it!”


The world is full of beautiful people. Not in the sense of external appearance, although this is certainly true too, but the heart. Ah, cheese. But it’s true. Everyone has their own beauty, you know? Et maintenant, il pleut comme une vache qui pisse. I’m blessed to know many beautiful people. And even their struggle of living this life has something...(insert appropriate adjective here) about it. The “grind of life”. I feel there is something beautiful in that: The Beautiful Grind. An inherent contradiction.


Westjet sent me a reminder that I’m flying away tomorrow. Thanks Westjet. I had forgotten.


I bought a new Bible today. It was a necessrie purchase. I read something that catalysed the tear ducts and this is what it was: “The God who made the world and everything in it, being Lord of heaven and earth, does not live in temples made by man, nor is he served by human hands, as though he needed anything, since he himself gives to all mankind life and breath and everything. And he made from one man every nation of mankind...that they should seek God, in the hope that they might feel their way toward him and find him. Yet he is actually not far from each one of us, for “In him we live and move and have our being’ (Acts 17:24-28).

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Some Clever Title

Hello. Again. Welcome. To my life. Again. So… wow, what to say. Well, to start with, I suppose I am departing Abbotsford as we know it for greener pastures (literally), to embark on my third round-trip to Guatemala via Ontario. For four months. Leaving in. 8 days. So this is quite standard, here you find yourself on a blog, mine I suppose, how do you like the facelift? Toning it down a bit. I must warn you in advance that I feel the blog will be less structured this year. I feel that I will not religiously update on a weekly basis. Perhaps…two days in a row, and then nothing for a while, and bad grammar and spelling mistakes if I can manage and sentence fragments and other sorts of blogging atrocities. Doesn’t that sound liberating? Let’s forget about the English major for a summer shall we.

Recap. Of the year. Ummmm. School, school and school. Church, church and church. A little Starbucks here and there, a little bit of serving, little bit of TESL. On the church note I had the privilege of serving on our young adult leadership team this year. Disregard the title, it essentially means….let’s get together to eat and talk some bible stuff. So that was great, I really enjoyed it, good people. And our young adult ministry has been exciting to be apart of, also good people, good teaching, good challenges, good things happening. School, I finished up my TESL certificate in December and this past Thursday I completed my French minor, and the upcoming fall leaves but three English courses and a completion of the BA in December. Jubilation. In short: same old same old, with a little bit of spice here and there, some new experiences, some new friendships, quite a bit of self-reflection and realization with hopefully some…productive growth. That is what we hope for precious.

Alright, enough of that. So I’m going away. And here’s a video that was taken…last summer before our departure to Guatemala. And I am as incapable of articulating my thoughts as I was then. There’s just too many on… So. Many. Levels. But. It is good. I am excited. And clearly the world is full of weird people like me. And I CANNOT WAIT to see and hug the Konrad’s and Wall’s and Miss Julianna. And her little baby hybrid girl.