Bursts of Inspiration

I am a poet. I am a dancer. But not in the sense others would think. I like to dance to worship music, in the quietness of my own home, when no one is looking. I love to dance with my hands beating on a drum. I also love to let my words dance on the page, never really knowing where they are going to take me, yet seeing the words unfold as my heart is inspired. I find it beautiful. It brings me closer to the God I love, as he reveals to me the thoughts of my heart. It doesn't always look or sound poetic, but that doesn't change that it is my spirits way of dancing. It doesn't have to be perfect. For God, he loves the realness of our hearts. He loves the real sound of me beating the drum, even if I am off beat. He loves it when I dance when no one is looking, just for him. And he loves it when I put my words together in a moment of inspiration, so elegantly on the page. He loves it when I am real, when we're real.
I am a poet. I am a dancer.

Stupid Painting

Life is so confusing. Why does it have to be so complicated? You never have a perfect life. As soon as one area is going well, another becomes difficult. Sometimes if you're lucky, all areas go up in the air at once. And when it all goes wrong, you turn to God all confused, asking him to show you what your role is suppose to be. Yet, its like a painting being held to close to your face. No matter how hard you look at it, you have no idea what it is suppose to look like. You need to pull it away, so that you can see it in focus. But you don't know how to pull it away yourself, so you close your eyes and pretend its not there. If you just pretend that your not confused, or know what God is doing, maybe it will all just work out with out any wrinkles. Anyways, you can't ignore the painting that is starring you in the face. Soon enough it will demand your attention. You can't keep your eyes closed forever.

Canadian Blood Services

So... every once in awhile Canada blood services calls me to ask if I want to give blood. Its not a annoying call. I expressed interest once so they keep me on their calling list. Yet, every time they call (every few months) I can't give for some reason or another. Today, I got home from work and sure enough they called me again. It was some guy on the other line asking if I was still interested. I informed him that I wanted to give blood, but I had been in Cambodia and didn't know if my blood was under the at risk category. Then we got a talking, he was really interested in my travels to Cambodia and what I had done there. How the food was… He had done some traveling you see. He was not a Christian, but I told him I had gone with a missionary group called ywam. It was really cool. He asked me what I did, and if I would ever go again. He talked briefly about his trip. After a bit of discussion, (about 15 min.) he informed me that his shift was finished and that he would transfer me to the nurse so she could let me know whether I could give blood again. Anyways, it was really cool. He thanked me for making the last bit of his shift go by faster. I thought it was awesome that I was able to share a bit about what God had used me for. I mean, he called me, he was the one with the questions. I was just honest and was laughing to myself while we were talking. He didn’t give his life to Christ or anything like that, but I did my piece and it just amazed me how good God is. I just pray that God continues to bring the right people into his life.

Easter Birthday

I have to say that for me, this was one of the best birthday/ Easter weekends ever. It was a really good birthday in all, and my church put on good Easter services too. They were good on there own and good together. Had some friends plan a photo scavenger hunt for my birthday on Saturday. It was really cool. I knew we were going to be hanging out, but I didn't know what we were going to do. I love Patricia and Josée. (They planned it all) I would put some of my pictures on this blog, but i couldn't get my pictures onto my computer because the connection is faulty.

Though with a 20th birthday come questions from my parents and family. They ask me what my plan or vision for my life is. It’s a good question, one that should be asked. They just want to make sure I am not just wandering aimlessly. I'm not. I know I am called to be at home right now working and serving. Yet future wise.... it all depends on God.

From what I know I am going into another year of working at the cafe, but with more hours. Another year of serving at church, but in more areas, and whatever else God throws at me. Other than next year I don't know. It could all change in an instant, or I could remain here longer than I would have guessed. I am kind of hoping for the surprise change. Surprise meaning not knowing what change will really bring. Maybe for an opening or calling to do missions over seas. Maybe I would be able to go visit my friend Anna in New Zealand, or visit friends in Australia or where ever else they are from.

I can think and dream all I want about what the future might hold, yet God will only reveal it to me when the time is right. Sometimes I don't mind being patient, but days like today I long for the future plans to unfold. I long for the adventure to come, but this is a part of it. Waiting on the Lord. Strength will rise as we wait upon the lord.