victorian inferno.

9 02 2009

Obviously the news is of interest to me because of my journalism major.. and obviously when i see the word “australia” in the news I zero in real quick.

This is just to ask you to pray for the people of Victoria that are being plagued by these massive forest fires. Their stories are so disturbing and heart wrenching. The numbers rise every time I check CNN.com, and with each number is a person who had a family and people who loved them.

Side note: The previously mentioned Australian boy is safe and doesn’t look like anything bad fire wise will be heading his way.





on the other side.

21 07 2008

Five days ago, I went into this cabin leader thing nervous and excited. 

I thought of my experience in junior high, and how much i loved my cabin leader/dorm leader (super summer was different), kristi

I went in not knowing any of my girls. All I had was a pink list that told me I was in cabin 1857, and had six girls (one of which who switched cabins). So the remaining five and I hung out for the week. It started off well, they gelled fairly well together. Sydney began to break out of her shell, and Marleah and Lindsey asked more questions.

One day in, I felt like I had known them for weeks. These girls were so much fun, and they adored me. It’s an incredible feeling. We faced the high ropes course along with our fears of heights, played together on the aqua jumps, and even though we were split for the low edge, shared our team work experiences together. 

I loved hearing them all, especially Marleah speak about how she looked forward to the debrief time, and her quiet time. How their eyes lit up when something connected. They glowed. They raved about how much they loved listening to Eric, the speaker, talk.

Some combination hit right. And even now, I wonder what might have happened had I told Angie, “No.” Because last night, during Eric’s invitation. God got through to Marleah, Sydney, and Lindsey. Eric asked the leaders to head to the back where students could approach them. 

Instantly, Marleah came back to me and hugged me. She told me that she had just asked Jesus into her heart for the first time. She thanked me for being there for her, for helping her along. That was by far the MOST incredible experience of my life. I was able to hold them as they cried this mixture of happy sad tears, and celebrate at the same time. Later, Lindsey and Sydney told me they asked Jesus into their hearts as well. And Olivia realized how badly she needed strong friends to push her towards God.

I was changed. This time, not by a direct thing the speaker said, but because of these girls that I learned to love so deeply in five days. They had the ability to make and break my heart. I would do anything to protect them, and still will. It’s a strange feeling, but an exciting one too. 

leader beats camper any day.





Israel and America Merge.

2 07 2008

On the second team meeting for the Israel trip, Eric asked us to split up into groups to pray for the  trip. Cameron, Ryan, Eric and I headed for the area near the stage in Heartland’s prayer room. The cross towered above us and reminded me of the reason I was going on this trip. Have you ever just felt a prayer thought pop into your head? I just felt the need to pray that whatever our experiences and lessons learned on this trip that they would follow us home, and stick.

A few days into our trip, we went to Adonai Roi’s Youth Group. When it came time to worship through song, we did this cool trade off thing. Shmuel had one of his students lead us in a Hebrew worship song. While I knew no Hebrew, I would try to sing along, not having a clue what I was singing. I realized afterwards that I didn’t need to know what words were coming out of my mouth. I was worshiping my maker with my voice echoing of the red walls, but it wasn’t about the noise, or the words, it was about my heart.

And here we are, back in the states.

Sunday night I went to Heartland Community Church’s “The Gathering.” While this time the words were in English, I didn’t know the songs. Also there was a lot of instrumental sections amidst the songs. Again. It clicked. It’s not about the words exiting my mouth. It’s not about the songs. They’re not even required. It’s about my heart.
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israel-the short version.

26 06 2008

 

so some of this may not make sense. and that’s okay.

here are my fragmented memories from israel.

Dr.Lek. Swimming in the Mediterranean. Waterfalls. En Gedi. Bed Bugs. Mice. Screams. Thursday Night Baazar. Stray Cats. Rooftop. Clock Tower. Early Mornings. Pita. Zip Bong. Mean Israeli computer-hogging kids. guitar on the roof. Dr. P.H.D. Give Me. Nose/Foot Balancing Acts.  Gummy Bears. Fly swatting contests. I hate cats. Worshipping through song EVERYWHERE. Gaudy chandeliers. Blue Eyes. Bad Haircuts. Waterfalls. Pita. [yep. its good enough to be mentioned twice]. Skirts. 

Innate Beauty.