Anzac Weekend

Friday morning I woke up two whispering aunties who seemed to be just waiting on my entry to consciousness. They reminded me of little girls at a sleep over. We had brought food for meals and I enjoyed a nice hot bowl of oats while I read my book. I was explained later on that this week was supposed to be a sort of debriefing time for my trip. (it sounds intimidating to me...) We sat around the lounge of the stay and read 2 Corinthians 5 and discussed our different views on the scriptures. Each of us had a different translation therefore had different things to say about it. It's rather interesting how words can take on so many meanings. Aunty Jane had a few meetings with clients to attend to and would be heading back east for awhile so, Aunty Jill and I grabbed a ride with her down to the beach. The beaches on the east side are tame, small, calm... west side beaches are surf beaches, rugged, untamed,and huge waves that splashed up on the rocks like an explosion. The weather turned from rainy to a beautiful sunny day and we enjoyed every second of it. I climbed up the various rocks along the water trying to find ocean life among the rocks. Starfish clung to the undersides of rocks and clams covered the top sides. When the tide went out new rock were exposed to climbing but when the tide came back in you were in trouble. I found that out the hard way! I beach was absolutely amazing a pure and most beautiful display of God's power and love for his children. Aunty Jill and I took heaps of pictures and I must say, some of them are pretty darn good! True beauty can not be capture though, it can only be enjoyed.
A small grumble came from my tummy and I knew it was time for my favorite meal, fish and chips on the beach! A few sparrows gathered at our feet and we threw bits of chips their way. We finished up as soon as we could, the blustery wind made a relaxed lunch nearly impossible. We started walking back to the beachstay and stopped off for an ice cream and threw chips at some ducks, sparrows, and seagulls. The walk back was nice but I wasn't feeling too well and rested when we got back. I worked on some of the memory verses I was assigned and Aunty Jill built a fire. Aunty Jane and Sonia joined us for some dinner, and games later on. The Aunties has prepared a little project for me, they bought beads for me to make some prayer beads. Each one I got to pick out for the different areas I'd be praying for. One for my mom, dad, and sister, best friend.. and so on. I like it tons and keep it with me as much as I can now. At the bottom of my beads is a heart bead to let me know I'm loved. I really appreciated this!!! Aunty Jane asked me questions about how things have changed since I left the States both here and there, I hadn't thought of things changing too much, I guess I just liked thinking that, that part of the world just froze in my absense. We ate and sat around the fire enjoying each others company. Cheeky phrases being thrown from one side of the fire to the other and laughs surrounding us all. A sense of happiness filled the room and each of us were just enjoying the community. That night I slept super well knowing that all was right and good.

The next day I woke up and it was Anzac Day which is a national day of remembrance in Australia and New Zealand, and is commemorated by both countries on 25 April every year to honour members of the Australian and New Zealand Army Corps (ANZAC) who fought at Gallipoli in Turkey during World War I. It now more broadly commemorates all those who died and served in military operations for the country. We ate eggs and toast for breakfast and packed up our suitcases and packed the car. Geocahing was on their minds and I had no say in it, I tagged along and climbed with them to a lookout over Piha beach. It was amazing. A parade was held and we drove down to see it, the parade leads to Lion Rock where the ceremony is held. They sang "God Save New Zealand" their anthem and paid tribute to the soldiers. It was a nice ceremony, very laid back and casual, very unlike things in the states. After the people dispersed we began our climb up Lion Rock. The first bit of the climb is difficult and involves a rope past a certain point stairs make the climb much easier. New Zealand hold some of the most amazing sights to be seen by the human eye. This was one of them. Lunch back at the beachstay and a nice drive to the city for dinner. We ate at a restaurant called the "Mexican Cafe", New Zealand is some great distance from Mexico therefore it was nothing like good ol' Real Ha but still very enjoyable. Different friends joined us for the night, community is such a beautiful thing.
Saying I slept amazing that night would be an understatement.

Heading up to Piha

I could start making excuses of all the reasons I'm behind on blogging like I'm sick, injured, was out of town, and have been really busy.. but you don't want to hear all of those! :)

Tuesday
I spent the day at Shore Hub answering phones and directing calls while working on blogs and the youth bulletin. Days go by pretty fast at the hub, different leaders of the church stop and talk to me and there are always other chores to do around the place. One of the youth and I were planning to meet up but things didn't work out as planned so I ended up going to meet her in her neck of the woods. We met at McDonald's for some grub and then headed over to the mall to walk off the millions of calories that I had just eaten. Our talks range from important to off hand comments really easily which is nice because it never feels forced. Being able to walk around made things alot of fun and we found adventure in each store we wandered into. The malls closed though, and we realized that we had some how been over looked by security guards and were some of the last ones in the mall, we laughed as we made a break for the exits. There isn't much to do on a weekday so we headed back over to the McDonald's for an apple pie and continued our discussion. 5 hours I spent with the girl and every minute of it a blast and a suprise. Sometimes all people need is a person to talk to and to relate with.

Wednesday
I slept in and worked on stuff here in the house, youth bulletin, journalling the usual, also trying to finish up all the reading I was assigned. Inside days aren't terribly exciting and there are no amazing things to decribe. So yes, an inside day for me, they are terribly needed but nothing to write home about!

Thursday
I went back to the hub and continued answering phones and forwarding calls. Usually I'd be with Jill Nerheny but she didn't have anything for me to do this week and ANZAC Day was coming up so she allowed me the week for other things. It was just us girls at the Hub, Belinda the youth minister, Maxine the children's minister, Me.. the volunteer? haha. When we all got tired and I bit ran down we called for a "Tea Time" with Tim Tams. Tim Tams are these amazing chocolate covered cookies that melt in your mouth. Amazing discussions pop up when people are at peace, I suppose that's the art of hospitality. Aunty Jill picked me up from the hub and we headed over to Massey University for a kebab and to tie up some loose ends before leaving for the weekend. The kebab was amazing as usual and we headed back home to meet up with Aunty Jane. We packed the car with suitcases, food, and pillows and headed out to Piha. Piha is the most popular surf beach in New Zealand. I'm no surfer so don't expect to see a picture of me hanging ten. I'm slowly but surely getting used to the roads but still after 10 turns in a row around a mountain side my stomach is in my throat and it's contents are not happy. The Beachstay that we stayed at was warm and cozy with a big fire place and cushy couches. We had stopped on the way over for some groceries and pies for dinner. We sat down at one of the tables in the stay in enjoyed our pies. (pies here don't mean like pumpkin, apple, lemon, or any other favorite. they usually mean meat pies) It was still early in the night so we played some games something called "pass the pig" and boggle. I was dead tired from the travel and I hit that bunkbead pretty hard, but rolled over to read a few chapters in my book "Blue like Jazz" it's an amazing book with a nonchristian outlook on christianity. It's really enjoyable. The writer refers to spirituality like one can explain being hungry or thirsty, it's there you feel it, but it's nearly unexplainable. You just know it and you do what the feeling tells you to!

Sunday the day of Doctor Prescribed Rest

This is my second to last Sunday morning service at Shore Community Christian Church. I remember my very first Sunday there. I clung pretty tightly to Aunty Jill, every face was so... unfamiliar. It was almost like I had "NEW COMER" written somewhere on my forehead. There wasn't much organization and getting through the crowds of people was difficult especially when your goal is to not bring attention to yourself. Now I'm able to walk through the doors with my head held high and greet each person and hey bid me good morning. It's a good feeling to know that you are memorable. To know that when you walk into a room people actually seek you out to talk to you instead of being the person who hides along the wall hoping to leave as soon as possible.I sat with the youth girls and organized a MovieLunch at the house for the following Sunday.

It was raining or we all would have gone to Torbay so I could rock climb, instead we headed to the city for some geocaching and kebabs. (I was much more excited about the kebabs, but I enjoy the climbing and hiking the geocaching brings) One of the caches we went after was called "Lost Park" and the GPS led me to a graveyard. Aunty Jill and Sonia always put me in charge of the GPS because it gives me something to do and I don't talk nearly as much as I would. I could only imagine the look on my face when they said we'd be going through the graveyard... I don't do dead things. Through the graveyard we went, the tombs were old, cracked, sinking, and all together the creapiest looking. It was as if Disney World had tested out their graveyard scene for Haunted Mansion here or something. The arrow on the GPS pointed north but I had run out of flat north bound land, we'd be going down hill. My NIKEs weren't made for loose gravel, leaves, sticks, and dirt, I clung to every single branch, limb, tree, shrub, and blade of grass I could until they found the cache and replaced it back to it's resting spot. I was planning on taking one for the team and heading back up the hill to pull everyone up but Aunty Jill thought going farther down the hill would be more of an adventure, we didn't argue.
Keep in mind the only stationary thing on this particular hillside was the hill itself. Each of us took a different approach to the downhill decent, aunty jane went backwards on her hands and feet, Aunty Jill seemed to just glide down (I don't think the woman has a clumsy bone in her body), I crouched down and used my feet as skies and my hands as oars.. it worked and I was going great until I realized nothing was wearing me and I was heading toward a giant pile of debri from the palm trees, it stopped me. If you've ever studied physics Newton's 1st Law states:An object at rest tends to stay at rest and an object in motion tends to stay in motion with the same speed and in the same direction unless acted upon by an unbalanced force. My feet were stopped by the debri but nothing stopped my upper body, and I was set onto my knees almost eating dirt. Ofcourse this would feel good but there was an extra pain that I had not expected, a 6" spike was sticking out of my knee. I had seen in a few different nature shows that nature should never be left in wounds.. so I pulled it out.. and it bled. Aunty Jane being the mother that she is pulled out a plaster and bandaged me up and took a picture of my boo-boo to make me feel better. Out of the woods, through the cemetery, and on to more caching. My knee hurt througout the day but I didn't think much of it. Aunty Jill told me stories of how palm spikes contain toxins and it was the poisons that hurt.. I laughed. When we got home my knee still hurt and I thought maybe it was my jeans rubbing against the plaster so I changed into shorts, I took one look at my knee and knew this wasn't going to be good. I walked into the kitched and stuck my foot up on a chair near Aunty Jill "umm.. I think I know why it is still hurting" I had another spike in my knee, a considerably smaller one but deeper in my knee. She pointed out one that I had another little friend that was hiding. Aunty Jill removed the larger one with tweasers but couldn't get the other one out. It hurt, worse than when my wrist broke, I didn't scream instead I just bit down on my teeth. This wasn't going to be good, off to the Accident & Emergency Center.
The center wasn't too bad, the people were nice and I didn't have to wait long at all. The doctor injected my knee with some local anestetic, the needle was huge and the second I saw it my head hit the pillow. I cried, I admit it, I bawled... not just then but earlier on too. The doctor was German and I told her all the german I knew from my foreign exchange student. I think she enjoyed my butchering of her language. A small incision was made in my knee and out came the poisonous spike and the debri in the others too. Thank goodness I felt nothing. I got bandaged up and was told to rest it, no lunges, squats, going to the gym, cross-country running or any of the things I do all the time.. oh wait.. that wasn't me.. I've got to stop watching fitness shows.

Monday I read and took care of my knee, it was sore and stiff when I woke up. I cleaned the house just in time for lifegroup to be cancelled due to small numbers and just became one with the couch for the rest of the day. Knee Injuries are no fun, you bend it, it hurts, you straigten it, it hurts. Well atleast I can over exaggerate the story into some awesome action comic and have a cool scar!

May you never fall in a cemetery...

The Whale & Jonah

Saturday morning I awoke feeling as though a giant truck had lept from the road traveled up the stairs and through my bedroom door and hit me! Every so often exhaustion seeps into my system and unfortunately there isn't much I can ever do about it. It wasn't too suprising that hours later I was waking up again to realize my tummy was growling and Aunty Jill & Aunty Jane were still out at a wedding.
They came home later than evening and so did Sonia. I think Sonia has been over almost every single day since I've been here, which is great I'm quite keen to have her around!
Jill works with Refugee Resettlement and I have gone along with her on various trips to see the Conganese ladies she is presently working with. Tonight Omerance & Grace were cooking all four of us dinner, a traditional African dinner that is. I've traveled many places with my family, (europe, mexico, and canada mostly)and every time you eat in a different place it's like learning to feed yourself all over again. Each culture comes with it's onwn dining etiquette, styles of foods, textures, and tastes. Now, the African dinner was absolutely lovely, fish, cabbage, rice, chips, coleslaw, and a few other items that I either don't remember or would completely butcher the name of, but I realized just how spoiled I am when I was gazing over my more than generous plate and was picking out what I should eat quicker as not to obsorb the taste and what looked safe enough to savor.
Beach whales come to the sand because their echolocation malfunctions, they stay there unable to free themselves because they are out of their everyday surrounding. They now have to learn to adapt to the oxygen in the air and the cruel gravity of the earth instead of their naturally wet and buoyant atmosphere. Like a beached whale I was out of my norm and didn't know what to do. I knew that I had to literally "try" everything and eat as much as possible to avoid insulting my wonderful cooks. My stomached seemed to handle things quite well and the Carrot cake that we had brought with us was just the treat I wanted.
I guess it just goes to show that we have everything we need to adapt to new situations and enviroments but because we allow ourselves to first "freak out" and hypervenilate and then give up hope, like the whales on the beaches, we only set ourselves up for failure.
This isn't just true in dining circumstances, coming to New Zealand I was really excited I knew things would be different, but I was willing to accept any changes that came at me. The night before leaving Indianapolis my best friend and I were talking and I began to allow my head to overthink (which is a constant problem with us hyper people). I began to worry about the things that I couldn't control the things that were bigger than me, the very things that earlier on were ok and would just be accepted. I allowed myself to lose faith in myself and setting myself up for a beach funeral. I haven't gained any certain skill that has made adapting to my new enviroment easier, I haven't grown gills or an extended neck, I have simply used the skills that I have. I had the solution to all my worries right inside me.

How many times do we overreact and put ourselves out of the game just because we don't believe in ourselves.

Jonah didn't want to go to Ninevah, I personally think he didn't think he had it in him to change such a corrupt place. God believed in him though and made sure that Jonah got the chance to see it in himself.

We are more than We think We are, We are capable of more than We ever dreamed, and only We can stop Ourselves from doing the unthinkable.

Wednesday the day after Tuesday

Mondays are usually my days off, the day that I get to work on blogs, journals, and assigned readings, but we only just arrived back home at 4pm Monday from Easter Camp. So, today was my day off, I was able to catch up on blogs, send out support letters, and catch up a bit on my journaling.

I enjoy my restful days. Even though I do have an agenda for the day it's nice to just have a day where I'm not expected to leave the house.

Needless to say there isn't much to report on about my day as a recluse! :)

Thursday
I worked at the Bike Day at the Onepoto Domain in Northcote. Bike Day is a day set up for the Community in which bicycles are repaired and can be bought while people from all over teach the kids about safety while riding a bicycle. Different modules were set up to demonstrate the danger and how to avoid injuries while riding bikes. It was all together a good day and really enjoyed being out in the New Zealand sun. It was rather funny when I was bathing in the sun while other kiwis were seeking refuge in the shade, I was actually kinda chilly all I could think about is HOW ARE THEY HOT?!?!
I guess no matter how much someone fits in.. deep down there is no way you can truly fit in!:)

Friday our downstairs neighbore Odette's daughter had her baby. Odette is taking time away from work to spend time with her new granddaughter so I'm working one day a week at the front desk at Shore Hub answering phones and doing different copying, binding,folding jobs. I've become accepted by the members of the church and they always greet me like a good friend. I really enjoy their appreciation and love being able to help out!

For the past two days Aunty Jil and I were going to go to Victoria Park Markets, but different situations popped up like rain or just not enough energy and we haven't went. soon though. soon. We're starting to run out of days!

love to all.

Tuesday the Day after Monday

We didn't get back from Easter Camp until Monday and I pretty much vegged out the whole night and caught up with my parents and best friend.

Tuesday I went to volunteer at the hub like I always do. In the beginning I would only work with one of the ladies there and now I have all kinds of leaders in the church asking me to help them out. Most of the jobs are tedious and time consuming. Some trivial but vital to certain events like todays. I binded booklets for MOB (which stands for Men's Only Business) group meeting. It took forever to bind all 50 book, and they were not thin at all!!!! I got to talk to all the others in their offices, but when their work was too much I was all by myself. I think a lot in normal circumstances let alone when I'm all by myself. I got to thinking about my weekend and how far I've come in the past two years. It's always entertaining to think about your life's journey. I pondered over my first summer at Rainbow Christian Camp where I took on a new path for my life and then my year at school when I befriended two foreign exchange student, then my second summer at Rainbow. All the staff had to be trained lifeguards and we took a course during the summer so when we had groups at the pool anyone of us could guard. I liked to lifeguard, I sat in my chair or sometimes on the water slide depending on how hot it was. I got lots of sun and really didn't have too much work to do at all besides watching kids play and reprimanding the ones who didn't follow the rules. One day, one of the staff had to save a kid who was drowning and it became all the news around the campers and all of the staff. We wanted to know every detail of it, how it happened, how they reacted, what happened next. We acted as though that person was a star! The next time I life guarded I couldn't help but wonder how it would feel if I saved a kid's life, how everyone would be so proud and ask me lots of questions. I craved it, I wanted to see if I had it in me. No one got even close to drowning that day and my thoughts past. The following times I life guarded I started to pick out different swimmers and make scenarios in my head how I'd save them, what my approach would be. Usually they were the smallest ones, the cuter ones, the ones that stole your heart with a single smile. When those swimmers were under water for a second longer than I thought they should be I would stand up getting ready to pounce in the water.. but then their heads would come back up to the surface and they would continue to play. This must sound awful but I small bit of disappointment appeared in my stomach when I didn't get to save anyone. They were small and it would be so easy for me to show off my skills. I was used to life guarding for the younger campers so when I was supposed to lifeguard for different groups I was less comfortable. They were bigger, taller, some had physical disabilities, and I was afraid. Afraid that if one of them went down I would be able to save them, that maybe I too would be pulled down to the bottom of the pool. I had had all the training necessary for any situation and size but still I would watch every single movement of the more complex swimmers praying that with each slight adjustment that they would not drown. I was intimidated by the harder situation.

It was while binding a few of my last booklets that I realized that this was not just a story of life guarding but a story of evangelism.

As Christians we are equipped with what to say to others who do not share our same beliefs. We are confident with others who share the same values. It's easier for us to share our beliefs with others that would be less of a struggle. Or we seek out the ones that appeal to us, the pretty ones, the nice ones, the ones we wish to be like. We look forward to trying and bring a relationship with Christ into their lives, but when the subject is less desirable, a bigger competition, or just more difficult to share your personal faith with we avoid them. We hope that we will not have to go through and explain our beliefs intimidated by our circumstances.

As a life guard you are required to save an swimmer in distress. ANY swimmer, no matter shape, size, height, race, sex, or attitude all of them are humans and you, the life guard, are responsible for them.

As Christians, God calls us to help all his people. Not just the ones who would be easier to help but the lost, the confused and the spiteful. We can not choose who to save and who to not, we are responsible for them all.

Happy Guarding.

Easter Camp

Thursday my friend Catherine came over and we enjoyed a long day inside seeking refuge from the pouring rain that was happing outside the many window of the lounge. The couches are nice and comfortable and we lounged away enjoying the heat from the fireplace that has of recent become thoroughly necessary. It's getting closer and closer to winter, you know this because of the rain and the extremely low temperatures. Catherine and I's time was cut short, I needed to pack for the 4 day Easter Camp that I was leaving for in no more than a couple of hours.

After I heard the gate shut from Catherine leaving, I sprung off the couch like a madwoman ran to my room and began packing up every bit of clothing I could find that would hold in any warmth at all. With many back and forth runs from different rooms back to the suitcase I was all packed and ready. Then a horrid sound came from my tummy and I had realized that I hadn't eaten all day!!! With my meal in paper towel I ran outside to help Sonia pack the van and we were off to meet up with the youth group at Shore hub.
We were running late but it appears so was everyone else!!! We loaded up all the vehicles and I introduced myself to all the kids I didn't know yet. A big group of year nines looked really intimidated by the others so I took them under my wing for the time being. As the others crammed themselves into vehicles I jumped in shotgun to Sonia and the road trip began. Hamilton is about two hours southeast of Alany (where the hub is) and we caught the evening traffic which made the trip even longer.. almost twice as long as needed. A couple of petrol stops and a stop at McDonald's "land of the golden arches" we made it to Mystery Creek, where the camp was being held. It couldn't have been more than 3 or 4 degrees celsius as we all huddled around trying to find our bags. A late main session was announced over the loudspeaker and we all dropped our tents and headed off to join in the worship and message. The speaker was good. The speakers name was Brooke Turner and his message was good. He spoke about how sometimes when we pray God answers our prayers in miraculous ways that we could not even imagine. More worship followed and our bodies had adjusted to the heat of 3 1/2 thousand bodies in one room that when we left the building breathing was a bit hard. (well atleast for me). Our tents were set up for us by the male youth leaders and we all jumped to the chance of a warm nights sleep... but it never came. The weather got colder and someone forgot to zip up the sleeping bag and nearly froze all night. The morning to follow was interesting. Everyone had a different story to tell about their night in what felt to be the world's biggest freezer.

A normal day at camp is something like this:
7:30 am- Leaders Meeting
7:00-8:30 Breakfast
9:30- Morning Session
12:30-lunch
7:30 Night session
12:00pm-Curfew

Throughout the various gaps of time there were talent quests, sports, foam parties, funk parties, hoedowns, movies, and a giant game of tag.

The 4 days went by really fast, the worship was always great. Messages ranged all over the place depending on speakers. My favorite speaker was and English bloke who explained sexual temptation in terms of his temptation/experience with a double chocolate cake. He was quite the crack up and I really enjoyed his teachings.
I was a youth leader and had several really good talks with some of the youth about spirituality and my walk in faith.

Lines for food were ridiculous but that's expected when trying to feed so many people.

Over all the weekend was a great experience a great time of spiritual reflection for me. We are told not to look to the past but to the future and I try not to but I haven't looked back in such a long time that I couldn't believe how far I've come!!!

Good relationships where made and hopefully even better conversations are soon to come!

Happy Belated Easter to you all!

A Bunny of a Day

Today I worked with Jill Nerheny, because Easter is nearing and we went from primary to primary delivering little easter eggs to the secretaries. If you knew Jill N. you'd be wondering what's the catch, nothing Jill does is that simple or that dull. So, here the catch, I was dressed as the easter bunny. Dawning a neon pink that would put Pepto Bismal to sham, a neon lime green shirt, and purple overalls, I marched into each school waving to all the little faces pressed against the glass which kept them (safely) from the easter bunny. We vistited about 7 primary schools and one intermediate.

But, the most exciting thing was joining the seniors at the YMCA. Sonia's friend Shirlz is a personal trainer and holds aerobic classes at the Y, the Easter Bunny couldn't help but join in the class. Dancing and aerobically exercising the afternoon away with all the cute ladies in their work out clothes and the old men in their sweats.
It made for good show or so I'm told. I sure enjoyed seeing people's faces light up when they saw me coming.

On a more serious note though, I wore that bunny suit all afternoon, including the car. I would wave at the people on the sidewalks, in oncoming cars, and pretty much anyone around, but it was as if I didn't even exist. People were so busy they didn't notice the fluorescent pink bunny in the fluorescent green car. They didn't look up, they went on their way completely consumed by their worldy affairs, but the children, the children they jumped for joy when they saw me. They were loving and adoring, full of wonder and excitement. This reminded me of the story of Jesus and the children. Humans didn't believe him, he judged him, he didn't meet our expectations so we doubted him. But, the children, the children ran to him. They loved him.

Sometimes we need a day in a bunny suit to remind us to slow down and look around, we may just be missing out on Jesus.

Creation is a Gift.

Sunday night Aunty Jill was planning on taking Sonia and I to some kind of Jewish Easter demonstration, but none of us really felt up to it when time came so instead we stayed in. I thought tacos sounded really good and opted to making dinner. I find that cooking makes me feel better, even if I'm already content or in a really good mood, cooking gives me a feeling of accomplishment and just makes grays more colorful. We retreated to the lounge to watch BONES and Numb3rs and ending the night laughing away.

Monday morning I was happy to be able to sleep in, but the loud sound that the courier vehicle made, made sleeping soundly nearly impossible. Mondays are my days off so, I took the day and tried to be as productive as possible. I got my laundry done, some journaling, and the house clean all in time for life group. We decided to remorize Psalm 100 which I will now type by memory.

Shout for joy to the Lord, all the earch.
Worship the Lord with gladness, come before him with joyful songs.
Know that the Lord is God, it is he who made us, we are his. We are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with Thanksgiving, enter his courts with praise. Give thanks to him and praise his name.
For the Lord is good, his love endures forever and his faithfulness continues through all generations.

I enjoy life group when it's like this, when all of us can just come together and memorize the words that help us get through tough times.

Today, I spent my day at the Shore Hub. My friend Belinda, the youth minister, asked me to make a banner for the youth while they are at Easter Camp this coming weekend. I designed the banner within the first few days and haven't had time till today to put the design to life. I decided to be smart about it and had a transparency made of the design and saved myself a lot of time and traced it on to canvas I was given. Adding life to a 2D design is very... captivating. Pencil strokes become paintbrush strokes and then you're hand is working away without your brain telling it how much paint to use and how to apply it. The next thing you know you're looking at a piece of work that couldn't have come from my own mind. I usually listen to music while doing projects but this one held my concentration so well I didn't notice the lask of music until it was lunch time. I owed Maxine, the children's minister, coffee for a ride home and we went and got lunch. I couldn't wait to return to my creation, I had left it with the easiest parts left to do. I even used glitter on the thing. By the end of it I was so proud of my work I was like a three year old going around asking people to look at my banner. For the grand reveal, Odette and I turned of all the lights in the huge room I had been working in and turned on the over head with the transparency still on it. The symbol showed up on the walls across the room from the projector and looked pretty cool, as if it was a spot light. We invited Belinda down and then flipped on the lights, she liked it. Then it was time for a victory lap upstairs through all the church leaders offices. I wonder if God felt this way when He created us all. Each of us perfect and beautiful in our own way, my banner isn't perfect and some probably wouldn't call it beautiful, but I was proud. I could only imagine how creating a creature in my likeness would be like. Creation is such a gift or worship, it's like getting a look through God's eyes every time we put our skills and passions together to make something. I'm thankful for this.

When I got home the house was empty and I flopped down on the soft couch almost falling asleep, but not too much longer was the sound of a car pulling up in the drive way. Aunty Jill was home, she reminded me of our dinner guest that would be coming soon and asked if I wouldn't mind taking care of the potatoes. I didn't and went to work. Nahulia, showed up not long from the time Aunty Jill left the house to make a run. The Aunties returned and we all had a nice dinner with meatloaf, veggies, and mashed potatoes!! Nahulia thought Aunty Jill and I were very similar personalities and enjoyed watching us interact with each other. I take it as a compliment. I've yet to meet someone who doesn't respect Jill, so it's not too bad to think I'm somewhat like her. :) Now, my luck is that she'll read this... haha.


take care of yourselves and give my parents a hard time for going on a cruise when their youngest daughter left home! :) Just kidding, it's well deserved.

love to all.

Opposite Seasons

Even though it's slowly but surely getting closer to summer over there, it's doing the same thing here with winter. And regardless of the sun the winter diseases are getting around. Monday we drove home and when we got there I wasn't feeling 100% great. I usually have life group on Monday's but my life group was going to Movenpick for some icecream so I opted to stay home and get rid of whatever grossness I felt. A headache,a week stomache, and a sore throat makes many days go by not so pleasantly. I spent most of Tuesday & Wednesday hiding in my room which I nicknamed "The Batcave", darkness made my head feel better and when you're asleep you're not aware that your stomache hurts. Although Aunty Jill & Aunty Phoopie (which is shona for "short" aka sonia) took me to an art auction. Aunty Jill said that artists and buyers would both be at the event so i could wear whatever funky outfit I wanted. ofcourse I did and so did sonia and when we got there we nicknamed ourselves Riff&Raff. We stuck out of the crowd like nobody's business but it was still really fun. Some works of art were worth thousands and thousands of dollars, others worth only hundreds in the buyers eyes. If you've ever been to an auction you know what I'm talking about, but the excitement in the room when a beautiful piece of work is up for bid is just electrifying!! hands shoot up all over the room, each person with their own kind of style. Some like to be really sly and barely lift their number, others nod, some wink, some wiggle their left ear (ok i made that one up but you know what I'm talking about!) I really enjoyed it, almost if not more than the icecream that I was treated to afterwards! :)
Thursday, I spent the day working on a Mapping project with my community coordinator, she had planned other things for me to do but they fell through. Friday, I helped with the preparation for Easter with the co-co too. I got to use my creativity for easter baskets, i really enjoyed it. Next week i'm going to a primary school dressed as the Easter Bunny. I'm not terribly looking forward to it but, it's for the kids. After a huge board meeing i was able to come home each day for some one on one with two girls from the youth group. Sometimes some good ol' girl time. Friday night the youth group went to the observatory, it was really cool. It is the newest observatory in the world and displays a video of their current series "A 100 Hours of Space"focused on the sun and the different astrological signs. Youth group nights are a lot of fun, I get to hang out with all the kids as a partial leader but also as a partial participant. A change from the beginning of my time here is that , now the girls ask to hang out with me during the school week. Kids are really school minded and are restricted on during the week plans so most social things happen during the weekend.
Saturday, Aunty Jill spoke at a church and Aunty Jane, Sonia, and I went to listen to her do her thang. Then it was SHEEPWORLD! Aunty Jill had a friend tag along and so did I. We all headed to sheepworld where a shearer demonstrated how they do their work. Rob, our shearer, had 4 dogs. An eye-dog, that stares and intimdates the sheep and gets them to do what he does, a head-dog that round all the sheep up, and a different dog that barks really loud and gets all the sheep mmoving. The other dog was just a pup that he was training as an eye-dog. Next, Rob demonstrated how they sort the sheep with a fence and moving hing doors. The sheep are marked with colors and shapes in their ears. I was chosen to try and sort them all, blue went one way, orange another and blonde straight through. After some nice blonde jokes and a few death stares from me I was up to my shoulders in really fast moving sheep. I'm not going to be working with sheep anytime soon. I got some blues with the oranges and a blonde or three with the others, but I only hit one in the head with the gate though! I got one on the bum on accident. They come so fast and you can't stop them what so ever! Next Rob showed of at the art of shearing. The sheep's head is held between the knees and it's completely at peace. Some sheep even fall asleep during shearing. The different positions of the sheep are to protect the sheep from getting cut by the electric comb shears. Then he asked for volunteers and pulled me up on the platform and I actually got to shear a sheep!!! It was sooo cool! I got to keep the wool as a souvenir! Then they released the baby sheep and we got to feed them milk from baby bottles!!! They are sooo cute and all I wanted to do what hug it (which i did). Aunty Jane got to feed a baby calf. I call this particular kind of cow oreo cows because both ends are dark black/brown and their middles are white. I love oreo cows, they make me really want an oreo! Outside there were neon pink sheep (for easter I can only imagine), a bull that looked like Chewbaka, baby pigs, llamas, possums, and a cafe where we had our afternoon tea. Aunty Jane had plans for the night so we headed back to Mairangi Bay where my friend Beca and I stayed at the house for a movie night. After Beca left Aunty jill and Sonia kidnapped me for some Movenpick icecream in the city (it's one of my favorite things to do).
Today, Aunty Jane and I drove to church and ofcourse Aunty jane told jokes and made me laugh the whole way there. I sat in between AUnty Jill and Aunty Jane (which is something I never do but none of the youth were there so...)The sermon was about Jesus' crucifixtion in preparation for Easter Sunday and the worship was great. Aunty Jane always harmonizes with what I sing so it sounds so much cooler. A left-overs lunch and some catching up with friends in the states did my evening in!!!

Hope your spring breaks were great!!!!