- coffee and studying this morning/early afternoon with my new friend M.
- that coffee and studying also included a walk by the reservoir, and lunch outside on a blanket in the shade of mom and dad's backyard, followed by more studying together, sprawled on the aforementioned blanket.
- steak filled pita wraps tonight for supper
- a ride home from mom and dad's (it doesn't happen often, but when it does, it's always nice)
- quiet, mellow evenings at home right now, just chilling, playing games online, trading emails with friends, reading, snacking, watching sermons or worship services or conferences online... it's restful, and needed.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Daily 5 - Day 320
Today's Daily 5:
A Mish-Mash of Stuff Worth Reading
I have a completely random collection of links absolutely worth checking out for you tonight.
My friends Ang and Kevin are in Angola. Ang works as a labor and delivery nurse when she's in Canada, but in Angola her nursing duties become so much broader still. Recently she wrote about an experience she had while scrubbing in on a c-section with an Angolan doctor (she often works with a Canadian doc who runs the clinic there). Her words about the attitude of the doctor and Angolan men about their wives struck me deeply as I paused to consider that last week I was receiving emails about the meeting of the G20 in Toronto, and the goal of gaining more dollars in aid for maternal health care. I think it's hard for that aid to be effective until we can also change the mindset that women are property. You can read Ang's story "The Ugliness of Inequality" here. I also loved this quote that they have on the sidebar of their blog, "If you've come here to help me, you're wasting your time. But if you've come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together." -- Australian Aboriginal Elder Lilla Watson
Kirsten wrote about sacred space, and creating that in her home. As someone with "altars" scattered all around my bedroom, and even spilling over in a small way to the study space I'm occupying at mom and dad's house these days, I loved her thoughts. Actually, these days I'm just rather enjoying following her blog in general, and have been quietly for quite some time.
I liked some of the thoughts that Kris Vallotton shared here. Particularly this bit: "Pray unceasingly. Give sacrificially. Dream unreasonably. Serve wholeheartedly. Love unashamedly. Walk innocently. Believe undoubtingly. Live powerfully.
Per usual, I loved Kelle's latest post, found here. Particularly the way they celebrated her husband's birthday by letting their older daughter wander a dollar store, picking out the things she was certain her daddy would love. Check out, especially, the birthday card she picked out! A friend and I who both read Kelle's blog were talking tonight about how reading makes us just want to head on down to Florida and spend a day with Kelle and her family, cuddling her daughters and laughing.
Your turn. What have you been reading lately (around the web, in book form, magazines, whatever!) that's inspiring you, challenging you, making you laugh?
My friends Ang and Kevin are in Angola. Ang works as a labor and delivery nurse when she's in Canada, but in Angola her nursing duties become so much broader still. Recently she wrote about an experience she had while scrubbing in on a c-section with an Angolan doctor (she often works with a Canadian doc who runs the clinic there). Her words about the attitude of the doctor and Angolan men about their wives struck me deeply as I paused to consider that last week I was receiving emails about the meeting of the G20 in Toronto, and the goal of gaining more dollars in aid for maternal health care. I think it's hard for that aid to be effective until we can also change the mindset that women are property. You can read Ang's story "The Ugliness of Inequality" here. I also loved this quote that they have on the sidebar of their blog, "If you've come here to help me, you're wasting your time. But if you've come because your liberation is bound up with mine, then let us work together." -- Australian Aboriginal Elder Lilla Watson
Kirsten wrote about sacred space, and creating that in her home. As someone with "altars" scattered all around my bedroom, and even spilling over in a small way to the study space I'm occupying at mom and dad's house these days, I loved her thoughts. Actually, these days I'm just rather enjoying following her blog in general, and have been quietly for quite some time.
I liked some of the thoughts that Kris Vallotton shared here. Particularly this bit: "Pray unceasingly. Give sacrificially. Dream unreasonably. Serve wholeheartedly. Love unashamedly. Walk innocently. Believe undoubtingly. Live powerfully.
Per usual, I loved Kelle's latest post, found here. Particularly the way they celebrated her husband's birthday by letting their older daughter wander a dollar store, picking out the things she was certain her daddy would love. Check out, especially, the birthday card she picked out! A friend and I who both read Kelle's blog were talking tonight about how reading makes us just want to head on down to Florida and spend a day with Kelle and her family, cuddling her daughters and laughing.
Your turn. What have you been reading lately (around the web, in book form, magazines, whatever!) that's inspiring you, challenging you, making you laugh?
Carrying Safety
I loved the apartment I lived in before I moved in with my Grandma.
I loved all the funny quirks like the tiny, nearly counterless kitchen, the smoke detector that was too close to the kitchen and overly sensitive. I loved the location of it, and the roommate I was living with (a dear friend). But what I really loved was the sense of peace there. It was peaceful, and it felt safe, and that, to, was a treasure.
I didn't realize it until I moved into Grandma's basement.
I didn't realize just how special that peace, that sense of safety, was, until it was suddenly gone, and I found myself facing some crazy family situations, personality conflict with my grandma, the quirks of living with someone who is nearly 81, and, oh, did I mention the incredibly dark spiritual atmosphere that I suddenly encountered in this house?
Within a week I was desperate and longing for that safety I'd loss.
Sleep had become non-existent thanks to nightmares and oddly demonic encounters.
I didn't have the refuge of a good friend to come home to and share what was going on inside me at the end of the day.
And I was letting the world (or at least those close to me in my world) know that I was less than pleased with this particular turn of events, especially since I believed (and believe) that God had led me to this place, to move into this home.
A dear friend of mine responded with a challenge I didn't really hear at the time. It took a few months of misery for the truth of her words to really sink in. She told me that safety isn't found in location, that it's found in a deep understanding of the presence of Christ with us, wherever we are. That it is something we can carry with us. And then, in a way that made her point sink in, she joking quoted a line from a pastor that we've both appreciated. A line that sort of annoys me in both it's truth and my own lack of sleep. The line goes like this, "You have authority over any storm you can sleep through," and is of course referring to Jesus sleeping in the boat in the midst of the storm, and then rising, bewildered at the disciples' panic, to speak calm to the storm.
I was caught in the midst of a storm, and I knew it. I definitely wasn't sleeping through it!
It's been a journey. For months now, as I've lived in this crazy set of life circumstances, I've felt God teaching me about finding safety in him alone. About the fact that because He never leaves me, I am safe wherever I go. About the fact that I can exercise authority over some of the storms in my life, simply by choosing to trust his words.
It's been a journey of learning to trust. I talked recently about the many changes in direction my life has taken in the last six months. I don't know that I would have been in a place to step with trust into the uncertainty of pursuing nursing without the lessons of riding out the storms.
And these days? These days, after a whole lot of praying, and anointing my bedroom with oil, and a whole lot of just ruthlessly ignoring and trusting, I'm sleeping through some of the storms. The nightmares have mostly receded. I'm thankful for that more than I can say. But mostly I'm thankful that I've learned and am learning that I can trust the risky, crazy, safety of Jesus, and that it goes with me, through all kinds of dark places and lovely places too.
I loved all the funny quirks like the tiny, nearly counterless kitchen, the smoke detector that was too close to the kitchen and overly sensitive. I loved the location of it, and the roommate I was living with (a dear friend). But what I really loved was the sense of peace there. It was peaceful, and it felt safe, and that, to, was a treasure.
I didn't realize it until I moved into Grandma's basement.
I didn't realize just how special that peace, that sense of safety, was, until it was suddenly gone, and I found myself facing some crazy family situations, personality conflict with my grandma, the quirks of living with someone who is nearly 81, and, oh, did I mention the incredibly dark spiritual atmosphere that I suddenly encountered in this house?
Within a week I was desperate and longing for that safety I'd loss.
Sleep had become non-existent thanks to nightmares and oddly demonic encounters.
I didn't have the refuge of a good friend to come home to and share what was going on inside me at the end of the day.
And I was letting the world (or at least those close to me in my world) know that I was less than pleased with this particular turn of events, especially since I believed (and believe) that God had led me to this place, to move into this home.
A dear friend of mine responded with a challenge I didn't really hear at the time. It took a few months of misery for the truth of her words to really sink in. She told me that safety isn't found in location, that it's found in a deep understanding of the presence of Christ with us, wherever we are. That it is something we can carry with us. And then, in a way that made her point sink in, she joking quoted a line from a pastor that we've both appreciated. A line that sort of annoys me in both it's truth and my own lack of sleep. The line goes like this, "You have authority over any storm you can sleep through," and is of course referring to Jesus sleeping in the boat in the midst of the storm, and then rising, bewildered at the disciples' panic, to speak calm to the storm.
I was caught in the midst of a storm, and I knew it. I definitely wasn't sleeping through it!
It's been a journey. For months now, as I've lived in this crazy set of life circumstances, I've felt God teaching me about finding safety in him alone. About the fact that because He never leaves me, I am safe wherever I go. About the fact that I can exercise authority over some of the storms in my life, simply by choosing to trust his words.
It's been a journey of learning to trust. I talked recently about the many changes in direction my life has taken in the last six months. I don't know that I would have been in a place to step with trust into the uncertainty of pursuing nursing without the lessons of riding out the storms.
And these days? These days, after a whole lot of praying, and anointing my bedroom with oil, and a whole lot of just ruthlessly ignoring and trusting, I'm sleeping through some of the storms. The nightmares have mostly receded. I'm thankful for that more than I can say. But mostly I'm thankful that I've learned and am learning that I can trust the risky, crazy, safety of Jesus, and that it goes with me, through all kinds of dark places and lovely places too.
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