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.

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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.

(typed last week posted this week)

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

Sorry about the long absence

Hey Everyone!

sorry but this will be a short post until I can get another one up and out. We arrived in Australia! We’ve been having a good time. Father has been faithful and He’s brought us back to finish the work that He started us doing last time we were here.

Its taking a while to get used to being here. We were in the middle east for 7 months, so you can imagine the culture shock I’m going through.

I will write more later but this will have to do for now. And I will tell you later how He came to bring us here again.

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Heaven Above the Clouds

When I was little I thought that Heaven sat on the clouds, and where there was a break Father could look down on us.

I know that it was juvenile of me, but everyone used to tell me that Heaven was above the clouds, and pictures that showed Heaven showed it sitting on the clouds. I used to sit and look at the clouds and wonder what Heaven looked like.

When the clouds were white and fluffy I knew that all was probably well, but when they were dark and stormy I knew something was wrong and I just hoped it wasn’t something I did.

I also used to believe that you couldn’t go above the clouds because then you would see Heaven and that was only a place where “good dead” people went.

Every time I saw clouds I thought,”Fathers right up there with all His Angels”. And in every break of cloud he would look down and smile at me, except when I was being bad. But, He didn’t frown at me, or get mad, He would just get very sad and start to cry. And that affected me more than any amount of anger could. Because I hated the thought that I was letting Him down, and disappointing Him.

My picture of Heaven was put to the test when I was 9. I had only been in a plane twice before that one when I was a baby, and the second time I was older but I slept pretty much the whole way. I had no problem with flying, it was when I realized that we were going to be above the clouds. In the clouds I didn’t mind because I was closer to Him but not quite at Heaven, because you have to be dead to go to heaven you know.

But, when I realized we would be above the clouds I freaked out, not physically of course but inside. I thought for sure I would see heaven then get hit with a bolt of lightning, or just strike me dead some how. My only comforting thought was that I would be closer to heaven when I died, less space to travel.

What confused me even more no one else seemed concerned. After we finally landed I figured out that the only danger I was in was crashing. Not being struck dead for flying above the clouds.

I learnt on that trip that Heaven isn’t on the clouds but way above it and we can’t see it. I must say to it kinda tore at my heart, that my picture of heaven and Father smiling down wasn’t 100% truth. It took me awhile to get over that.

Still to today, when I see clouds when I’m either above or below I still picture Him and all His Angels, with all the “good dead” people, up there watching me down below. Smiling watching me grow up, and when I make a mistake they get sad.

Ok this is juvenile but it helps me feel closer to Him, than when I think of Heaven being up in space like people say. When I fly and the clouds are under me I always think of it…

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.

Nomadic Siblings

My brothers, sister, and I have established a YouTube account named Nomadic Siblings. It is done in ASL, or “pigeon” if you want to get technical, with subtitles. So that it is suited for both Deaf and Hearing people.

As our family is part Deaf and the other part Hearing, C.O.D.A really, even Mom’s CODA as her Dad’s Deaf too. So we understand what a hassle it is to find something that is suited for both the hearing and Deaf.

Nomadic Siblings will have video’s ranging from:

Scripture

History

Stories

Our adventures

Fun things

and so much more!

We only have one video out right now and that its on Hanukkah. Our signing is a bit stiff and not the best, but we will improve over time.

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And head over to my brothers blog where he explains this much better and I mean A LOT better!

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Hope you watch it, and tell us what you think.

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Birds of Paradise

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.

Our Little Kitchen Friends

This afternoon Mom was doing the lunch dishes, and she commented on how old our spatula was. Then we got on the topic of our other kitchen utensils, so I decided to do a very special post for our hard working, devoted, long suffering kitchen utensils.

So here they are:

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Let us begin with the oldest, we have had this knife who will be known in this post as Mr. Broken Nose. Now his story is a little tragic, he’s been a faithful knife ever since Mom brought him home over seven years ago, and has been her best knife since.

We took him on a camping trip with my newly married Aunt and Uncle. Now he didn’t have a very good introduction to the rest of the family, as while cutting tomato’s he accidently sliced my Aunts thumb. Nothing serious, but she didn’t handle the sight of blood well and my brother and I didn’t help by sprouting off facts about blood, and how to slow down the bleeding so you don’t bleed to death so fast. I suppose the only good thing about those facts are that my brother and I knew a bit about first aid? Anyway after that not so good first impression on my extended family, he has provided very good service.

He has gone from a house to van and trailer, to house, to tents, to apartments. A very long life.

Now he has not always had a broken nose, actually in his younger days he was quite a sharp young thing, and through the years he has kept in shape. Until the sad fateful day a few months ago when my brother was using him and his nose broke off. It was really quite sad, and since that ill fated day he has slowly been in decline and has been considering retirement.

 

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This is Ms. Fiona, we are not quite sure when she came to live with us, it is like she has always been here. But, we think it was around five years ago give or take.

She has been indispensible in the kitchen and will not be looking at retirement in the near future. Unless her back breaks then she will be immediately retired (once a replacement is found). So much has she been involved in our daily lives we can’t even imagine of how we would manage without her.

 

 

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Ms. A-peel-ing, is a-peeling her life away. She as well has been an important part to our kitchen. We at one time thought she should retire and hired a replacement. But, she was right and alas, the replacement was not reliable and was let go. Much to her relief as she did not want to retire anyway. She has been with us for about the same amount of time as Ms. Fiona.

She has taught many hands how to peel and is not in the least picky on whether its carrots, potato’s, or even your average squash. She loves a challenge. But, one thing you learn quickly enough is that she will only peel forwards, for she has a fear of going backwards and cutting someone, unless you’re peeling a potato, that’s different.

 

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Mr. Potbelly, was adopted, he quickly became a much needed member. His short stumpy stature was very important indeed, and has been in the family for around five years as well. He has been faithful and has not let us down. Though because of his shortness he feels that he lets us down a lot. But, we assure him that this is not the case but, that it is because if his size that we agreed to bring him with us instead of giving him an early retirement.

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Mrs. Flat has been with us for 3 years. She was always very frail and constantly had a fracture of some kind in her leg until the day came that it finally broke. We would have had it fixed but it was too long gone so she had to have it amputated.

She doesn’t let that slow her down and works just as hard as the rest of them. Being younger than Ms. Fiona she is still learning all Fiona’s techniques.

Mrs. Flat has been patient and has been adjusting well to her new handicap. But may be looking at an early retirement depending on her health.

 

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Mr. Flipper has only been with us for two years and does the job but will be let go as soon as we find a replacement.

He was a last minute decision and we have partially regretted it ever since as he keeps mucking up on the job. Even the easiest such as scrambling eggs he cannot preform to an adequate level.

Even Mom who has had years in the cooking department cannot keep him in line.

 

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This is Sparkle, she is Mr. Broken noses apprentice and eventual replacement. She hasn’t been with us long only about a week. When Mom brought her home we were so happy, we think it has something to do with her color as well as her personality. She was immediately accepted into the family.

She’s doing well and learning quickly, she hasn’t cut anyone, and over all has a wonderful personality and lets everyone know where she is. We are glad that she comes with a guard as she has a sharp temper when upset, but, is trying to control it.

Other than that we will be looking forward to working with her for years to come. If she does as well as Broken nose has through the years we will be very happy and she won’t be looking at retirement any time soon.

 

So now you have met our kitchen friends, heard their stories, and laughed. I hope you enjoyed their stories from grouchy old Broken nose to shiny new Sparkle. We wouldn’t leave home without them.