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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Second, Third and a Day Off!

So this is my second official day of school! Excitement!? Not really, I was late for class because I miss timed the bus, and that’s not happening again if I can help it! Then after class I got called into the office and the lady was asking me if I went to orientation and saying that I hadn’t enrolled yet and wondering if I was in the right class so on and on. Which threw me for a loop because I enrolled before orientation, and I was there, and I was in the right class. What was wrong with these people, I thought, did something go wrong with the paper work!? There shouldn’t be anything wrong with it. When they stopped asking me all these questions and I was able to actually answer them, it was all cleared up. One, I was enrolled they just missed me on the list, two I was in orientation just not in the one she was in, I was in the other one (make any sense? no, I didn’t think so), three I was in the right class! So all that for no reason and they came to realize I wasn’t one of the people they were looking for.

And that was my morning. Not a very good way to start your first full week of school.

Tomorrow is the second one and I am NOT going to be late! Even if that means getting up early. Normal to me is 5:30am early is more like 4:30.

 

Now yesterday was my third day at school. A much better day, I wasn’t late and was on time all day. I talked to one of my classmates on the bus, and that was really good.

My Teacher Pav, is stern but fun all at the same time. And because we’re going through to get our certificates in Youth or community services he will be teaching Communication and Cultural diversity in this class. But, as he says, we can’t help and understand others until we know who we are and where we stand. So he will be helping us do that for the next 8 weeks. He’s also teaching my Thursday morning class. He’s just an interesting teacher, he knows a lot about psychology and we will be learning a bit about that in all his classes. A very interesting subject. I took 4 pages of notes, that tells you how interesting and how much info is being packed into my brain. It may not be a lot of notes to you but when you only take maybe 3 pages in the other classes it’s a lot of notes!

Today is my off day! Everyone is so Happy for a day off. It is a day to recoup and study before the next 3 classes (I’ve got two classes on Thursday).

I must be boring you with all this school stuff so I’ll stop now.

But one interesting fact before I go,

Did you know that there are 10 reasons why people get married?

Well there are I’ll name them for you. Now its not in exact order, and it may be put in different ways depending on the list, but yeah. Here they are:

  • to have children
  • socially acceptable (its what our society expects)
  • arranged
  • Wealth
  • financially
  • Fear of being alone
  • love
  • Attraction
  • friendship
  • for religious reasons

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

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?

The Traveller and Friends

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Right now I am facing a hard trial. Except it isn’t a trial, it’s a blessing, but one that makes me both want to jump up and down for joy, and bolt all at once! Most of you would think that I would not hesitate for this chance but I am, strange is it not? Then again you do not know what this blessing is. So let me write a poem to explain such a blessing:

Traveller:

I have prayed a prayer

I have sought Your face on this matter

I have petitioned day and night

While at the same time been afraid that You

Will or Would not hear

I don’t know which I would be afraid of more

Until one evening the Most High answered

and said:

“This prayer has been granted for your sake”

What am I to do

Such a prayer I have prayed for years

I do not know what to do

with such an answered prayer

 

Friends of Traveller:

Such an opportunity

Such a blessing

We have prayed the same prayer

since you were young

We thank the Father for such a blessing

 

Traveller:

A blessing it is

An answered prayer it may be

But I am terrified to take it

Yet I am terrified not to

 

Friends of Traveller:

But you must

For this has been an ongoing prayer

that has finally been answered

And to be terrified of such a thing

Is preposterous

For there is more security in this life

Than in the one you are living

 

Traveller:

While what you say is true

there is one thing that is not

In the way I live there is a security

For that is the only way of life I know

For in taking this blessing

What if He takes it away

I do not want to go through that

That is what I fear most of all

That He shall take it away

Once I am settled in this blessing

 

Friend of Traveller:

There is naught to fear

For it is all a blessing

You shall now be like us

And have a life

that you have missed

until now

 

Traveller:

I shall take this blessing

But it is not with out fear

For what I fear may come to pass yet

It is not that I fear it in the long run

But that I fear

That once He sees me as established

He shall take it all away once again

I fear that He will be angry with me

I fear I will become unworthy

I fear all this and more

 

Friends of Traveller:

But that is silly

He would not be displeased with you

For something He chose to give

For He knows that if told no

You would have stopped asking

He knows that you would not go against it

He wants to bless you with such a thing

Just keep Him in the center of it all

You can’t go wrong there

For if He tells you time to go

You shall

For that is your nature

And that is why He has trusted you

With such a gift.

 

Traveller:

I see that you are right

I will go forth in this

I will pass this fear

And I shall keep Him in the center

For life would be bleak and empty with out Him

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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

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…

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.