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.

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!

An explanation for Traveller and Friend

My last poem, Traveller and Friend, I’ve gotten responses ranging from, what the poem was actually about to thinking that I’ve fallen in “Love”. So in clarification to the poem

1. I am not in love. No need to be concerned in that area.

2. The poem was to express my fears and concerns about the next step in life that my family is about to take. It scares me, I mean it terrifies me.

Father Yah has shown my family to settle, I won’t put in the details of that “settle”, at least not in this post. Because its almost irrelevant, its just the word “Settle” that strikes fear and hope into my heart. Weird huh?

10 years ago we sold our house, but it wasn’t until 8 years ago that we really started travelling. So for almost 1/2 my life Travelling, or at least not having any roots has been my life. And its all I know. For almost 8 years we’ve been praying for a place of our own. Over the past couple of years that prayer has increased.

It was always a distant dream that we could dream, but were forbidden to touch. At least for those years. It was a dream that gave us hope to keep going when times were tough and we wanted to give up. It was His promise to us, and one that we prayed about almost everyday and probably several times a day during the hard times.

Not many people understood, we were constantly being ridiculed and put down in different ways, because of our life style. By people who were established, and you can guess their argument was, a major part of it was because my Dad didn’t work. Well there were two reasons for that: A. we traveled there was no place for my Dad to do wood pattern making,   B. He worked full time in the ministry, he had no time to do pattern making even if it was possible.

But they weren’t the only ones to put us down. The couple that we traveled with and those really close to them, were always putting down people who had a house and didn’t live like they did, like they were wimps or something. So they could not understand our dream, nor would they help in that way.

And that’s a sore spot for me. I hate being nailed as soft. So when that was implied through out my life I went to lengths to show that I wasn’t. And its been a constant sore spot since. For me to put roots down which I have always been told (Not by my parents) is a show of softness. Even though that it has been my prayer, and dream I’ve always been afraid of it in a way that if I do get roots I’ll become soft.

I understand that this is an unfounded fear, and a silly one at that.

That’s not the only reason, just one of the major ones, another one is I don’t know how to live a life like this and its going to take awhile. With all the paper work and everything, my brother almost having emotional breakdowns everyday, the stress of finding a place to live and all these options but having no options at all, I’m starting to wonder if this is really worth it.

And with Dad saying that YHWH’s saying that settling is only for a time. Is it really worth it? Is it really worth the risk that He’ll take it all away once we get somewhere in all of this?

I know I’ll regret it for the rest of my life if I didn’t take this, I realize that. And who knows what Father has planned and for how long.

But the bottom line is: Is It Really Worth It?

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.

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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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.

Forgive your enemy

I was reading in Matt chapter 4, where Yahushua talks about loving your enemy.

Here in Israel, we’ve been getting rockets everyday and more than 2 or 3, we’re talking about around 100-300 rockets a day. Some even with enough range to reach Jerusalem and Tel-Aviv. That means over 3.5 million Israelis are in danger, and if one of those rockets (fajr 5) hits Tel-Aviv’s metro center, it would shut practically everything down, the economy, school system. It’s a big threat.

A recap of the 4th day of fighting

Rockets Stuck Israel: 170

Iron Dome interceptions: 57

Israeli’s wounded: 5

Strikes by the IDF: 300

Things are really ramping up. I’m feeling more anger over the injustice that the world’s throwing at Israel than being scared that I’m in a country that’s had over 600 rockets fired at it and even more are being fired.

People think that all of a sudden this just sprung up out of no where. No, this has been going on all year, Israel is just getting fed up with it and wants to put a stop to it.

Maybe its hard for you to imagine but, imagine if:

Sydney and the area around it got hit by rockets. What would you do? well you would demand war on the country that fired, immediately right? Of course it’s a logical answer.

or If Vancouver got hit, well Canada as a whole would be in an up roar, and wanting justice done.

What about LA? yeah that’s what I thought, someone hit LA and they’ve made themselves a permanent enemy of Americans all over.

But the entire southern region and two major cities in Israel, you could care less, actually you think that Israel deserves it. Because all you’ve seen are the children in Gaza that are suffering. But, what about the kids here that aren’t having much of a childhood because they’re running to a bomb shelter?

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I’ve got cousins this age, I wouldn’t want them to have to live like this always running for the nearest bomb shelter. Nor for my Uncles and Aunts to have to constantly wonder if their kids are alright after each siren.

Now back to the topic at hand. Scripture says to love your enemy as yourself and do good to those who hate you. Israel has sent help to countries that hate them, they’ve sent aid to many different places including Gaza. They sent help to Christ Church when they had their earthquake (yeah you probably forgot about what happened there). So no matter how many hate them they still reach out a hand to help people. To me that’s a good example we can follow.

I know many Christians are doing shoe box gifts this time of year (I don’t do christmas anymore but, I remember doing the shoe box thing when I was really little), what if you sent some of them to Afghanistan and Iraq. You’re thinking WHAT!? After all that they’ve done to us? Well, its not really all they’ve done to you. You’re the one in their country, destroying their homes, and many more things. The people haven’t done anything it’s the Taliban, but that’s beside the point right now.

How many children there could you bless with a simple shoe box gift. That could most likely be the only new thing they receive this year. That would be doing as Yahushua said to love your enemies as yourself. This is what Israel has done.

So before you say that Israel is nothing but, a murderer, think about what they’ve done for others that hate them, yet they don’t let that stop them. Think about what your country has done for others that hate you. America either has buddy buddies or total enemies. Have you ever sent a team over into Iraq just to help people and give them food and clothing, absolutely not! what about medical, no because you can’t stomach the thought of them getting anything like that. Well Israel did, they sent a team into Syria to do just that. Same as they’ve done for many other counties that would rather see them at the end of a rifle dead, than living and helping them.

That’s loving your enemies. That’s doing the right thing.

Support Israel, don’t let them fight on their own.

Walking by Faith, Not by Sight

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This was taken at Lands End in Cornwall, UK. It is a beautiful place.

It was very windy so we were very thankful for our coats.

Since that trip so much has happened. Not only in my family’s life but in mine too. My faith has grown stronger as a result. It was a real trial that trip but blessings have come from it as well. I have grown in my faith and at this point I think it is the strongest it has been since I started my walk. I trust my Abba Father more now, than I did before that trip. Yes there was a lot of difficult points, and at times it was just plain horrible, but He was right there. Nothing happened to us, we got to where we needed to go no problem. Even though it was our first time backpacking, and our backpacks were twice as heavy as they should have been, we did not injure ourselves (aside from lower back pain). And that was truly a miracle!

The whole trip was a miracle! He was everywhere! He prepared everything, yes, it was still difficult. Especially when He only tells us to just move. Move where!? To this place or over here? WHERE! It happened quite often. And believe me it was not fun. It was a big step in faith for my entire family.

I changed after the trip some for the better and some for the worst. The worst part was my own fault, and the better, well that was all Him.

I can’t begin to describe how much Abba was in that trip. He guided our every step.

He brought us to the bottom, to build us back up. That trip was a breaking point for me. After that trip I was either going to build a better relationship with my Abba and His Son, or I was going to fall farther away. But by the time it got closer for us to come back to Israel, I knew my faith was going to be stronger than ever.

Let me tell you the story of us leaving Australia.

My Pa, Nan, Uncle & Aunt, oops, we can’t forget baby J (hope you don’t mind me calling him that Uncle A), drove us to the airport. We had already changed our plane tickets once so this time we had to go. We get there and wait for the lines to open up. When they open up we go and line up. We go to get our tickets but because we are flying to Israel, it said that “a return ticket may be required”, they would not give us the ticket because we didn’t have a return ticket.

The lady sent us over to the desk, where her boss was. He gave us 2 choices

1. buy a return ticket (we didn’t know if we would be returning to Australia at that time)

2. buy an onward ticket (doesn’t make any sense to buy 6 onward ticket if we aren’t going to use them)

We knew both of these choices were not what He wanted us to do. Our family was standing over to the side wondering what was happening. We were just getting a bit frustrated because we knew that we were going on a one way ticket, and that was how Abba wanted it. After a while they came over and asked us what was wrong. We explained the situation.

I kept asking Abba what we were supposed to do, and you would have thought I would be scared (as I usually would be) and nervous. But I was clam and I had a peace that I knew was His. He also kept telling me to trust Him and that He would get us through.

Finally the man come over and gave us one more choice, they would give us our tickets to get to Jordan (our flight went from Aust-Qatar-Jordan-Israel). Then it was up to them to give us our tickets. The reason why Qatar airlines wouldn’t send us the whole way was because if we were rejected entry to Israel they would face a penalty of $5,000. When he explained the third choice all our faces broke into smiles. We knew that was the road to go. We said yes, even though there was a chance of us being stuck in Jordan.

We got on the plane, and they joy that I felt in my spirit was unexplainable!

When we got to Qatar He looked after us. A stewardess showed us the cafeteria where because we had a 6 hour layover we got a free breakfast and lunch.

While we were flying to Jordan I did get a little worried because the people in Australia said that we had to go and pickup our bags, then recheck in.

So when we landed we needed to find someone to explain to us what we needed to do. There was a guy there that was yelling Tel-Aviv Tel-Aviv. We thought he was talking about a bus or something, so we told him no. He told us to go to the desk, the people there told us to go with that man. By the time it was all figured out. And by the way we were at the point of falling asleep on our feet! Finally it was explained to us that they would be bringing in everyone’s luggage and would be searching it. Because we came through countries that were hostile towards Israel, and some one could have slipped a bomb in some ones bags. The man that was in charge was really nice and helped us in every way. When it was our turn to have our bags checked. He took us into a nice quiet corner. Where he helped us check our backpacks. He was really nice and friendly about it. Then a lady came over and gave us all a glass of cold water. It tasted SO good. They then gave us our tickets no questions asked and we got on the plane.

When we got there everything went smoothly. There was absolutely no trouble about the ticket. And we were even one of the first ones through, which is a miracle in it’s self.

We caught the shurut with our bags, and went to Jerusalem. It never looked prettier in my eyes it is truly the city on the hill.

So that is my version of the trip over here. He was in the midst of it. And He makes a way where there seems to be no way. He wanted us here and No man could shut that door!

He is faithful in everything.

Have a good Shabbat.

SUMMER!!!

It has been so hot here. It’s like you need a shower everyday, at the beginning and end of the day! Not that I do, but it is almost necessary to do so. But we’ll get through it. You go out in the morning and make sure you are some where cool by Noon. After 4:00 it is cooler so it is a bit more manageable and you can do the rest of things. Australia is no cooler in the summer so I shouldn’t complain.

It is still great to be here. I missed the bus transportation that we had to use while here last time. Trying to figure out what they’re trying to say and what we need to do, it makes you feel like you have accomplished something every time. Not at the time when it is happening but afterwards, when you look back on it.

It is just really good.

I haven’t been taking pictures. It has just been too hot to go out right now. So as of right now I don’t have any new pictures to post.

I am having an awesome time, and I would recommend a trip to Israel anytime. Except for in the middle of summer unless you want to spend all day in front of a fan. Smile 

Have a good summer! And for those in Australia and Oceania have a good winter. Enjoy the coolness before the heat hits.