GoodBye Blog :(

Hi Everyone,

In a preievious post I said that I would try my best to keep this blog going, but things are getting a bit too hetic for me to keep it up. Also this blog was for our travels, and as we are no longer traveling at the time being, I think its time for me to resign from this blog. I will probably leave it up, but as for now there will be no more posts.

Thanks

Have a great day 🙂

Survivingtheenduringrace

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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!

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

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.

Surviving-the-enduring-race

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 trip to Tiberias

We went to Tiberias yesterday, to help out a friend, then we took a walk along the marina. It was hazy over lake Kinneret. After that we came back to Afula.

But it is now official, I like Afula better than Tiberias. Tiberias is nice, its touristy and on the sea of galilee and all that. Still even though Afula doesn’t have any major tourist attractions it’s a whole lot calmer and not the busy whirl wind that Tiberias is. You don’t feel the bustle and hustle that you do in Tiberias.

Here are some pictures of the Marina.

Afula and Tiberias 073 signedI didn’t realize that there were sparrows in the pipe until after I downloaded the pictures and went through them. I was aiming for the seagull. I got a nice surprise there.

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At the marina they’ve built the front end of a boat that kids can play on. It isn’t much and its more for decoration but its still fun for the kids.

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Then there’s this old mosque that’s just up from the marina, its not in use any more I don’t think it has been for years.

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It was a good day but, by the time we got back both Mom and I had a colossal headache. I guess going to bed at 10 and getting up at 5:30-6:00 don’t mix. Oh well…

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.

Backpacks Again!

Yesterday when we went grocery shopping in town we went to look at backpacks. Not big hiking backpacks but more like school backpacks. Which we have noticed over time would have been a big help in the past but didn’t take the time to pick any up until now.

They will be a big help for when we go to places and don’t need the big ones.

Afula 045 signedThis ones mine, Joseph also liked this one but decided to let me have it as he had his eye on another one. It’s a swiss pack, made to carry a 14 inch laptop, but it carries my hydration bladder perfectly (that’s the tube you see sticking out).

Afula 047Not a very good picture of inside it but it will have to do.

Afula 052 signedThis is one of the self portraits I don’t mind posting. My head wasn’t supposed to be cut off but, it looks pretty good that way.

The pack will also be my Photography bag. I probably won’t leave home with out it now.

Afula 063 signedMom’s been needing a backpack purse for awhile. Its much easier than her old purses.

Afula 056 signedErin’s pink one is totally her. In her hand is a book mark that she is almost finished cross stitching, I won’t comment about the one I’m supposed to be completing.

Afula 069 signedBen is quite happy with his. E & B’s bags are almost the same.

Joseph hasn’t gotten one yet and I don’t know what dad’s decided.

These are NOT, I repeat are NOT an excuse to collect more things. Actually for me its an excuse to get rid of things WHOOOHOOO! Not that there’s much. But with the extra backpack, I don’t want to look like an over excessive backpacker. Because I’m not, its all I own. So I’m determined to lessen the load on my back, stick the tent IN the pack and still be able to run! That’s my plan so we’ll see how far I get in that. Last year I disliked the fact that my pack looked like a mammoth, and I am not going to let it look like that now. Especially now.

So these are our new packs. But who knew one could be so happy with so little and 1/3 of it I don’t use. Pretty ironic don’t you think? I’m content with little, I don’t need many things to keep me happy. We’ve learnt to live with not having much, and in my opinion we/I still have too much.

Maybe I’m going too far, but, I just am not satisfied. I’m not satisfied with the weight of my pack, all the clothes and things that I have, I need to downsize on it all. It seems like an internal reflex now. Stuff = Heavy = My poor back = hard time on pubic transport and walking which in turns means no running.

You may wonder what’s your big deal about running? My big deal about it is that last year I felt Abba tell me that my backpack needed to be light enough so that if necessary I could run up a hill with it. At this point that ain’t going to happen.