Coolum After the Storm

As many of you may know, or may not know, depending if or if not your favorite media covered it, Queensland’s coast got hit with a storm. Not quite a cyclone, it was what they call an ex cyclone, basically a massive storm. But, even though it wasn’t a cyclone it still did damage, a lot of damage in some areas, where we were thankfully there wasn’t much damage, and where there was damage in our area it was very minimal.

Here are some photos of Coolum beach after the storm.

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The wind was pretty strong, and the waves were huge! No one was going surfing that day. We had waked along a nice sandy beach before the storm hit now it’s more rock than sand in some areas.

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Its amazing how wind and rain can change things so much, in only a couple of days or less.

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A lot of erosion happened, and where the shore line once was isn’t there anymore.

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The last picture in black and white, I think best describes the business of it that day. Not with people, but with everything else, like the wind, waves, the mixture of soil and sand, everything.

Thankfully the storm has passed and there isn’t another one coming anytime soon, so we can recoup and get things back on track, those who’s homes and businesses were damaged it will take longer. For those who lost family and friends to the storm, things won’t be the same.

I can say some good things about the storm, people who live in the country and water tanks were practically empty, their tanks are now full to over flowing! And where they were low on rain this year I think the storm made up for it.

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Snow less Canadian

I was born and raised in Canada (awesome country by the way), and every winter I miss the snow, terribly. This time of year when many people have pictures of snow and tobogganing, skating and all those great winter sports that can only be done in the wonderful world of white. I’ve not played in or touched snow for around 1 1/2 years, but if you want to include seeing it, I saw it from the inside of an airport in south Korea last December. Only those who love the snow can understand the huge urge to sneak outside and start a snowball fight.

So while people are taking pictures of the great world of white, across the world, there are those of us in the south who are taking pictures of beaches and people in shorts and tank tops.

I should be thankful to Abba Father for these wonderful Australian beaches (also another wonderful country).

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Cotton Tree Beach, a lovely beach. But when I see the sand I always wonder what it would be like to toboggan down a sand dune or sand board down. I guess you can’t take the part of snow out of a kid. Even if they haven’t touched it for over a year.

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Sunrises are always fun, as I’m a morning person, and sunrises are the same all over the world. With snow or snowless

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Water can’t replace the snow and snow can’t replace the ocean, they’re great in their own different ways.

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Ok, so this isn’t a beach photo, but it shows the beauty of the Australian country side. As a Canadian I can say that the scenery is quite different. I never thought I could miss our forests as much as I do, but here in Australia they have their own kind of beauty. When my Dad moved to Canada he missed the gum trees, same as I miss my Oak, pine, and maple.

I’ll miss the snow, but I can always save up for a trip to the snowy mountains (that’s in NSW)! WHOOHOO! I won’t totally be without snow! Now that would be depressing.                      Even Israel gets snow on mount Hermon, and Jerusalem can get a bit of snow at times.

Well I guess I better sign off. Have fun in the snow! Or beach depending where you live or if you’re a polar swimmer!

Because He’s my Father

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Father I’ve prayed

Father I’ve begged

Father I’ve asked

Father I’ve sought You

Father I’ve put it in Your hands

 

I can’t hang onto it

I can’t carry it

I can’t see what’s coming

So I’ve put it in Your hands

 

Three times, Four times, FORTY times

Father I’ve lost count

of every time I turn to You

And put it in your hands

 

People ask me why

Why I pray

Why I seek You

Why I ask You

Why I beg You

Why I put it in Your hands

 

I can only say

Because He saved me

Because He knows what’s ahead

Because He has the power to give or take away

Because it takes the weight off my shoulders

and makes me feel lighter than air

Because for the most important reason of all

He’s my Father

Hearts: Can you trust them?

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Can I trust my heart?

This is a valid question, and one many including myself have asked. You’ve heard and possibly even said, “ follow your heart” “listen to your heart” or “ what’s your heart telling you”. You may have said or heard the exact opposite, “ Don’t listen to your heart, it can be deceitful” “ you can’t make proper decisions with your heart because it isn’t logical” and other things.

Lets look at this scripturally first, then we’ll look at it in our own lives.

(Psa 10:17)  יהוה, You have heard the desire of the lowly ones; You prepare their heart; You incline Your ear,

(Psa 37:4)  And delight yourself in יהוה, And let Him give you the desires of your heart.

(Psa 84:5)  Blessed is the man whose strength is in You; Your ways are in their hearts.

(Pro 3:5)  Trust in יהוה with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding;

(Pro 16:9)  A man’s heart plans his way, But יהוה establishes his steps.

Each of these verses have something to say about the heart. They tell us that our heart gives us ideas and can in fact be right about some things, but we need to give it over to Father so that He can guide us.

Now lets look at the verses say the almost opposite of the ones above.

Pro 28:26  He who trusts in his own heart is a fool, But he who walks wisely is delivered.

Mat 15:18  “But what comes out of the mouth comes from the heart, and these defile the man.
Mat 15:19  “For out of the heart come forth wicked reasonings, murders, adulteries, whorings, thefts, false witnessings, slanders.

Mar_7:21 For from within, out of the heart of men, proceed evil thoughts, adulteries, fornications, murders,

Then we have it saying that its foolish to trust your heart, but if you walk wisely you are saved. The beginning of wisdom is the fear of YHWH, that’s somewhere in Proverbs.

Matthew gives us good reason not to trust the heart, for it is filled with vile things.

Still yet:

(Psa_119:11)  I have treasured up Your word in my heart, That I might not sin against You.

If He and His word is in us we don’t need to fear what is in our heart, for He has said that He will write his commands upon our hearts. We will still need to be cautious and continuously check it for what is not good but, for the most part all we want to do is follow Him. And so that is what our heart will want too.

We can’t always trust our heart but, we would also be foolish to shove it to the side and not check and see what’s inside. To discern what is right in there and to cast out what is not. Because the more we check ourselves and what is in our heart, and replace the bad with the good, the less wickedness will dwell there. We will also be able to catch it faster, for we will have a better sense of right and wrong.

But, we need to be careful, because there are times when we are afraid to see what’s in there. We don’t want to see it, for two possible different reasons.

One: Afraid that it won’t be right.

Two: Afraid that it is.

Both these aren’t reasons to be scared, because if it isn’t right then you can replace it with something that is, and if it is right well that’s another time to count when your heart was right. Can you see where I’m going here?

You can’t trust your heart 100% but, you shouldn’t ignore it either. Because Father puts it in our hearts first then confirms it. We always need to inspect our hearts and make sure they are right with Him, then if they are clean we have no reason to be afraid of what’s in there.

I guess that is the conclusion. Search your own heart, is Father trying to show you some thing though it?

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Tree and Me

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Have you hugged a tree today?

though it may seem silly

it’s quite therapeutic

It gets you over a fear of seeming silly

Quite true

It can ignite a conversation

or it can lead people to thinking you quite loony

But have you hugged a tree today?

 

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Growing up

Small I may seem

But big I will be

Don’t let my size fool you

I’ll be big before you know it

Don’t look down on me

Because I’m not as big as you

One day I’ll be as tall as you

When I grow up

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Family

Family that’s what we are

Solid as a tree trunk

With many different branches

Some more nuttier than others

But all still come from the same roots

You are and Family you shall always be

Because the nut never falls far from the tree

And when you’re on the ground you’re closer

To the roots than where you began

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Different

I stand out, I don’t fit in

While everyone else is wearing dull colors

I’m wearing all bright

But that’s alright

You are you and I am me

We don’t have to be the same

There’s always got to be someone different in the crowd

 

This is dedicated to some dear friends of ours who introduced us to tree hugging. Sorry but we’re missing one, as my brother didn’t want to pose for a “hug a tree” photo.

Do You Remember

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Do You remember

remember that day so long ago

when You decided that it was time

for me to be born

 

When You said

I have plans for this baby girl

I placed her here

and its time for her to go forth

 

Do You remember

remember that day so long ago

when You decided that it was time

for me to be born

 

When You said to Your Angels

Watch over her

Its time for her to face the world

But she never need fear

For she shall never be alone

 

Do You remember

remember that day so long ago

when You decided that it was time

for me to be born

 

You said it will be hard

to see her go through what she must

but in the end

I will be the proudest Daddy alive

To know that I have such a daughter as she

 

Do you remember

remember that day so long ago

when you decided that it was time

for me to be born

 

It’s been 17 years

since that day so long ago

when You gave me to my parents

told me it was time to go

time to start the life

that You made me for

 

Do You remember

remember that day so long ago

when you decided that it was time

for me to be born

Our Trip To Australia

Ok here’s the post about our trip and how Father brought us here.

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Well as you may or may not know we were in Israel, and before that in Jordan because our visa expired. Our visa was about to expire again, and there were next to zero funds. A huge test for us. Its not like He hasn’t put us through that before but, it hasn’t gotten any easier through the years either.

We knew we could go to Jordan, how to get there and all that. We were just there 3 months ago. We had also had the thought of going to Australia. We knew the work wasn’t done, and I knew that Father was calling us back. But, because there were no finances to go, I figured it was my head and flesh wanting to go.

We all got ready for Jordan, got our brains around it, and started to figure out how we would keep ourselves occupied in an apartment for 3 months. I mean, like, because of the culture we wouldn’t be out much, we don’t know the language, the culture and all that.

Then around 6 days before we were leaving Israel, someone (who will remain anonymous due to privacy reasons) offered us the tickets to go to Australia. At first we weren’t so sure. Was this a test to see if we would go the easy route (Australia) or the hard one (Jordan). All this time we still hadn’t found a place to stay in Jordan. By easy, I mean, like: the same language, a place where I can walk and not feel censored because I wasn’t wearing a head covering, family, friends, a possibility of a drivers license, and much more. And by hard, I mean: not knowing the language, and it’s hard to describe but, if you’ve been in a Muslim country then you can understand.

Back to the story, so we prayed about it. Father had already showed me something a few weeks or so before but, I wasn’t going to say anything until someone else got something to confirm it. On Sabbath we got together as a family and made a decision based on what Father was showing us. We were heading to Australia, which required us to get our minds around something totally opposite of what we were prepared for.

Now we had to find tickets. When Sabbath ended Dad went on the famous –or is it infamous- airline ticket search. I call it that, because Dad’s airline searches can last from hours to days to weeks. In this case we only had a day, as we wanted to leave either Monday or Tuesday.

We contacted some friends (who will stay anonymous) in Queensland which we wanted to go see before we left Israel earlier this year, but it didn’t quite work out. They said that it was no problem for us to stay with them. So we got tickets to Brisbane.

A fellow we met in Israel (he makes the soap that my brother blogged about on “fromthericefields”) drove us to the train station on Tuesday evening. From there we caught the train (a double decker) to the airport. Everything at the airport went smoothly. And we knew it was what Father wanted us to do. He was with us the whole way. The lady at passport control even wished me a “Happy Birthday”. I’ve never in my whole life that I can remember been wished a happy birthday from a passport control agent. That just kinda made my day, my birthday wasn’t even until the next week!

Anyway, we flew out at 10:10 that night,

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to Seoul, South Korea, where we had a layover of 4 hours.

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After we flew straight to Brisbane where, the wife of this family picked us up.

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We met 3 members of their family when they went down to Victoria, so it was really good to meet up with the rest of their family.

They took us to the Beach last Sunday. It was AWESOME! My first time in Queensland and my first Sunshine Coast Beach!

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We also went for a walk in the Sub-Tropical rain forest. But those pictures are for later!

So that pretty much covers it all

The Path

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Its narrow

Its not like any

I’ve ever faced

People ask why

I take the hard road

But I say why not?

Yes it is hard

and Yes it isn’t easy

Yes its not conventional

It seems silly to you

to take the hardest path

But in the end

you will understand

why I took the hardest path

Don’t worry

there are others

on the same path

for the same reason as I am

for narrow and hard pressed

is the way to life

What I cannot see

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Blurry back ground

blurry to the eyes

we can’t be sure what is out there

 

Only one can

And that’s my Father in Heaven

and to Him I trust what I cannot see

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Father doesn’t always tell us the plan. He at times gives us the big picture but not the details of that picture. The only details we can see is what we’re living in right now, not what’s ahead of us.

Its hard, its never been easy. It wasn’t easy for Noah, it wasn’t easy for Abraham, it wasn’t easy for Joseph. Father gave Joseph dreams of his family bowing to him. A bigger picture to be sure, but no details as to how it would come about, and I’m pretty sure that if he knew the details the story wouldn’t have happened like it did. So I’m learning to stop asking for the details and just for the bigger picture.

That’s what the picture inspired me on.

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I’M DONE!!! WHOOOOHOOOOO! I cannot tell you how happy I am to be done!

I guess I should tell you what I’m so happy about. I finished my cross stich! OH YEAH I’m so happy! Why you ask, well

one: I’ve had it for almost 6 months

two: it drove me insane, because even though I had the blue print for it, there weren’t any lines on the cloth so I lost count, messed up and well things went a little haywire. Which is why I put it down for a few months.

Last month Mom put in lines when I asked her for help. After that it just went smoothly, and I am now done.

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It’s a cross stich of an Australian flower Birds of Paradise. A beautiful flower but, after the frustrating time I had with it I have a bit of a dislike for those flowers.

I don’t mind cross stich, but, I think Erin’s much better at it than I am. She’s almost done with hers, she just has a bit left.

I can understand how people both love and dislike cross stich.

Its going into my scriptures, and it’s staying there for awhile! It was fun when it wasn’t confusing, and I may do another one but that won’t be for a little bit.

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I’m glad for a new book marker though. It will be nice to have an official book marker for my Bible. And my Mom will tell you I love book markers. I’m always making them when I can, I don’t use half of them, they’re just fun to make.

It gets me excited to read my Bible so I can use it. Not a good thing to get me to read the Bible. I need to work on that.

I remember one of the first book markers I made. It was made from paper, and it said Chapter by Chapter Book by Book, for when I was reading the Bible from front to back. To remind myself that its just chapter by chapter and book by book.    That was one of the first ones the others had flowers and stripes. It became a fad among us kids. I think I was the only one that kept it up.

But that’s my news I’m finished my cross stich. It may seem strange to you that I’m so happy to be done, but, I love to finish my crafts so then I can use them, or be able to say I’m done. I’m also glad that its just done and the frustrating-ness of it is over. Not to mention that my Grandmothers can’t see it up close and see the stiches and go over the blue print. BOY would you see all the mistakes. You didn’t hear that from me, as far as its concerned it’s a job well done.