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!

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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?

(<-from the haaretz newspaper)

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.

Signal Hill

 

 

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This is a picture from Signal Hill, St Johns, Newfoundland. We were there in 2010. I came across the photo and found a scripture verse that I thought would fit it well.

It was beautiful, and there is a 3 hour trail. It is TOTALLY worth it! We felt wiped after, but, oh so worth it. The wind, the smell of the ocean and all the history that’s there, is an excellent combination. Well for a history geek who loves the outdoors it is. But you don’t have to like the history part to like it or the outdoors really. Although I warn you if you do go, dress for the wind! at one point you could jump and travel a couple of inches, by just the wind pushing you. It was totally awesome. In the summer they have reenactments. But we missed that, because we got there in the fall. We spent almost the entire summer going east from Ontario. It was one of the best trips my family has had. There was so much laughter in that van. The whole year has good memories.

Struggles

I am sure many other than myself have struggled with this, but for now I will put my own personal experience in.

For years I have struggled with low self esteem. I struggled with it severally when I was between the ages of 8-15. I used to sit in my room and write hate letters to myself for hours, and was never noticed except by my mom but even she didn’t know the full extent of it. I also distanced myself form my family because I thought that I made them look bad. I didn’t confess this until years later or if I did it was taken lightly.

When we moved back to Canada I didn’t have the luxury of locking myself up in a room so I switched to just doing it in my head. So that was the end of the “letters” but not necessarily the end of the words that went onto the paper. I hid it better but got into more things that I really shouldn’t have. You see, from the time I was 7 (actually before that but that’s another story), my parents were so busy with other things. I saw them practically everyday, but it wasn’t the seeing them part it was the part that they had no time to sit and talk. My brother and I went to school, so there was no time during the day, and on weekends my mom was usually on the phone interpreting for my dad or we went to see another couple (which all us kids hated going). There was no family time that year. Then we moved to Australia, that was a year that is muddled together. Also that was the year that I started the hate letters. We then moved back to Canada, and eventually started traveling in a 24 foot travel trailer (21 feet living space). We started spending a little more family time, but there still wasn’t much as we traveled with another couple that always had to have a 2 hour meeting everyday followed by a often lunch of thank you, and then another often 1-3 hour latter in the day, and another quite often after supper too. Mom was also -when not over there with dad- on the phone interpreting most of the day. So I was often left with the cooking, looking after and putting to bed the younger ones. I grew up really fast and although with all this responsibility, I still had very low self esteem.

I had considered cutting myself, I was close to it but I knew I couldn’t handle the pain and my parents would find out quick because I wore tee shirts quite a lot and didn’t have many long sleeved ones.

One of my main points of low self esteem was my size. I was always large for my age. So I thought maybe I could remedy it with anorexia or bulimia, I was again really close to it and only Yahuweh knows why I couldn’t do it. But even at the age of twelve and never having been exposed to it openly before, I knew what it would do to me and my family.

I was convinced that I didn’t matter, I didn’t have the amazing testimonies my brother did, or go through difficult trials like he did, I was convinced I didn’t have a role to play. This went on for some years. I still struggle with it today. I don’t have the stories that my brother or dad does. I was always very quiet, I stood in the back corner but yet people said that I lit up the room just by being there but I never could believe them. I still have a hard time. Maybe it is because of all the blackness I see inside of myself that I can’t see it that way. I used to feel that they said something nice about everyone else so they had to say something about me. This is a mistake of mine. I should have accepted what they said instead of shrugging it off and saying horrible things to myself that it wasn’t true and it was just to make me feel better.

A couple of months ago I finally told my dad about it all. We worked through it, not all of it but a good majority of it. I know this will be one of my hardest battles to fight. I‘m not victorious yet. There is a long hard battle to fight but hopefully the battle will be shorter than I think.

I don’t want this to be a downer but an encouragement to those out there going through the same thing, you’re not the only one. There are those that have gone through the same or similar. And no matter how far you seem to be in the pit, there is always a way out through Yahushua HaMessiach (The Messiah).

Miracles

Today was another walk to the library. It was good. My mom and I went shopping this afternoon I got a pair of black leggings, because one of my skirts barely cover my knee so I figured I need some kind of leggings. Mom also found a shirt that she likes. She has been looking for awhile, so I’m very glad she has found one, now for the rest of her wardrobe. LOL. We haven’t gotten new clothes since 2011 spring. So we are all getting practically new wardrobes.

totaling (for the majority)

  • 2-4 shirts
  • 2-3 bottoms (pants/skirts)
  • 3-4 pairs socks
  • 1 pair Pj’s
  • 2 pairs shoes
  • 6 undies
  • 1-2 pairs of long johns/tights
  • 2 undershirts

That is the basics. Imagine having only that for your wardrobe. And it is exactly the same for about 7-8 months.

It reminds me of all the miracles/blessings that I have forgotten. Our clothes endured backpacking for over 7 months, and I can say 1/2 of my clothes were from 2010 and before! But they didn’t fall apart until after we finished our trip. Ever wonder how the Israelites clothes lasted through 40 years in the wilderness (Deu 29:5  “And I have led you forty years in the wilderness. Your garments have not worn out on you, and your sandals have not worn out on your feet.)? It wasn’t because they were top quality (they were home made) but because He kept them until He knew they could get new ones. That is exactly what He did for us.

Another one is, last winter my family rented a cottage in Nova Scotia. There was a neighbour who was the “caretaker” of the house when there was no one staying, he sometimes asked my Dad and older brother to help him. And more often than once he would bring over things such as food from his freezer as a thank you. But this is one I remember the most. It was grocery shopping and library day as we lived 1/2 hour –45 min out of the main town we usually only went once a week. We went as usual but we knew we didn’t have enough money for all the groceries we needed, we would either go again later another day when the money came in, or we would have to make the food stretch as far as we could. We arrived home with all we could afford. Not 5 minutes after that the neighbour shows up with a trunk full of food even meat which in Canada is getting more and more expensive, we couldn’t afford meat with out straining finances to the Max. I think I cried when I saw that trunk of groceries. Many people who read this blog cannot understand what it feels like to know that by the end of the week you could be on the verge of not starvation but really severe hunger pains. I am almost crying right now remembering. How many times has that happened to my family but it never touched us.

Who ever is reading this remember one thing Yahuweh Never forsakes His people. Even when it seems to be at a dead end and hope is no where in sight, He brings something and we can keep going.

So I think I will end this post here. Think about these stories. You don’t hear about this kind of stuff much any more. Every miracle no matter how small is a miracle. People need to hear of miracles. So please keep telling of the miracles He does in your lives and in the lives of others.