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What once was dead
What once wasĀ dead
This past summer has been unusually wet and cold, it has been a little bit of a shame particularly for this Aussie who if you havenāt at least once nearly burnt yourself on the steering wheel of the car, is it really summer? lol jokes aside I have missed the sunny days and was a little disappointed to go the whole summer with only about 2 weeks of warmish weather. Despite the mild conditions,ā¦
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Previous Seasons
Many times I have thought back to our conversation. The one where you broke my heart. Not because you were a horrible person but simply because we were different. Hindsight can be a beautiful thing. I have wondered how it I had known the outcome when we first crossed paths whether I would have been game enough to open my heart, this shy insecure girl who just wanted people to like her. Oh how the years have changed us.
People often say that if they knew what they know now that they would have run in the opposite direction. I see the advantage of saving myself heartache. However I would not have learnt all that I have learnt. Through the mess of it all I have seen a faithful God who has never left my side who has answered prayer even if it's not in the way that I thought he should. He has given me the courage to face difficult things and the peace to know that it will be ok.
I've learnt that sometimes the biggest hindrance in having the ability to move past something is being able to forgive not only the people who have wronged you but also yourself. This is often the hardest part.
As part of the healing process, I want to say that I choose to forgive you, I am actively choosing to let go of the hurt and disappointment that surrounds the situation. I don't want it weighing down my life anymore. I'm sorry that I'm not the person that you need and I'm sorry that you are not able to be the person that I need. Above all, I want to be able to forgive and to heal. I am aware that this will take time but eventually, it will happen.
Walking on Water
Today marks the 1-year anniversary of arriving in France. It has been a full year that has looked nothing like I imagined. In some places, the time has flown. At the same time, there have been seasons that have gone very slowly.I am grateful for this year, and all that has happened. Learning French is not an easy task, let alone in an ever-changing environment, thanks to the challenges ofā¦
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A new beginning
Hello, Blog world! Yes, I know that it was nearly two years ago that I wrote my last entry and even longer than that, I was writing regularly. How are we all? I came across a few of my old posts this week as I was looking for something, and I have been thinking of starting to write again. The last two years have been quite busy with two different country moves and studies. Life now looksā¦
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Bob
I wrote this letter a number of months ago and didnāt feel like it was the right time to post it. In remembrance of a wonderful man and also many other wonderful supporters.
Dear Bob,*
Today I found out that you were partying it up with Jesus, I wondered what had happened when I didnāt get a letter in the mail a couple of days after my latest newsettler. You were so good at keeping inā¦
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Iām not going to lie, keeping my mental health positive is really hard work! This past week has been quite a struggle and it highlights bigger issues. *Cue emotional eating* I have realised that sometimes it is better not to dwell on the things that are weighing you down and to just get up and move. So that is what I'm going to do today. I am going to go to the gym, make sure I get my step count in, clean my room and my car and in general just get out of the house.Ā
I am currently staying with family and the house is dark damp and cold all of the time, it's really annoying but I am just going to get outside in the sunshine.
Lots of sun (and people) itās a good day for a road trip https://www.instagram.com/p/BrtnVVOnuOqw9CnqOJA3O6JmR3fspXzcefTx640/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=u45lx0boztkc
Itās a nice day for a stroll (at The Twelve Apostles) https://www.instagram.com/p/Brtl2reHpqzVbJzGmtzwSYUmlheX_wqWiE2BZA0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1injkyqje0gtl
This kids is why you always check where your phone is before flipping the covers up on the bed! 5 days later, phone 1, Mel 0 https://www.instagram.com/p/BofzEysFIQejiMrA4wcdkXqL9PiJOPr8_l4RwU0/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=148aswd2vlay8
Where is Home?
What makes a home feel like home?Ā Wide open windows? cosy little corners? dark wooden floors? The descriptions could be endless. Recently I have noticed a trend in my own life that every time I walk into a store I am asked whether or not I have a rewards account, what postal address it would be under. Is it a Melbourne postcode or a Qld postcode, how recently have I changed my address? What isā¦
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Inconvinient Love
What does the word love mean? This is something that I have been contemplating over the last couple of weeks. What does it look like to love people? A question that has been popping up recently is how am I loving and serving those around me?
Most of the time I can sit there and list all of the things I am involved in or the fact that I rang my family to talk to them or even baked for peoplesā¦
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Imperfectly Perfect
Over the last month, I have tried to sit and write a number of times and I have been unsure what to say. Somedays (usually late at night as I am nodding off to sleep) the ideas flow freely and other days (usually when I actually have the time to write) they donāt. I have been meaning to try and put into words all of the things that are happening in life currently. All of the coffee catch ups,ā¦
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Great hiking spot with great friends
Night duty time filler #ipromiseididactuallylookafterpatientstoo
Coffee. Itās a drink that crosses barriers; whether itās a cappuccino at your favourite cafe down the street or the bitter, gingery goodness that is South Sudanese boon. A cup of coffee is so much more than a personās preferences ā āmilk or sugar?ā. Inviting a friend to share a cup of coffee is inviting someone to share life; the highs and the lows and everything in between.
I think fondly of my time in South Sudan and the many cups of sugary, thick, black coffee. I think of the amazing women that I met and was able to do life with; the young mothers with babies in their arms and the old habobas (grandmothers) with grandchildren all around. I think of the ex-pat women whom I served alongside; some home-schooled children and others worked at the clinic or school. Each and every one of these women are amazing and strong.
South Sudanese women work had physically every day; cooking cleaning and making sure that there is enough water. They would often slave over hot charcoal in 40-degree heat to put food on the table. Mentally these women are resilient. Many have seen the horrors of war; they have had to flee their homes or listen to planes fly over as bombs were dropped. They have lost loved ones and had to start over in another new place.
Amidst the hardships there is joy; a new addition to the family or someone getting married. The joy of seeing a loved one who has come back after being away. Regardless of the joys and challenges women face around the world, they come together over a simple cup of coffee to share life.
In some ways, a woman is like coffee. She is rich, fragrant and able to withstand heat. When heat is applied it brings out the strength of flavour and fragrance; sweetened with sugar, spiced with ginger or cardamom. The combination of all these ingredients creates incredible flavour.
As I drank cups of coffee with women in South Sudan, I appreciated the sharing of memories and stories. Stories of life, love and loss. Stories of freedom and hope. Stories of God and his love for us. Each person has a different story. One works at the clinic as a cleaner, another is a refugee from the north who sells peanuts while her husband works at the market and another proudly proclaims to people walking past that I am her Sudanese sister when they called me a foreigner.
It was a privilege to be able to call these women friends. I may not live in South Sudan any longer but part of my heart will always be there. I think of the copious amounts of cups of coffee that I enjoyed; the sweetness of fellowship and the strength, resilience and determination of women in South Sudan to persist despite the harshness of life.
Crossing Barriers Coffee. Itās a drink that crosses barriers; whether itās a cappuccino at your favourite cafe down the street or the bitter, gingery goodness that is South Sudanese boon.
Throwback to earlier this week when I caught up with a friend. Loving this weather. #ilovemelbourne (at The Conservatory, Fitzroy Gardens)
Jesus the Greatest Storyteller
Jesus the GreatestĀ Storyteller
Last weekend I attended a mission conference with one of the workshops looking at how we share our faith through stories. There is an art to being able to tell a good story, itās not just about what you say its also how you say it. Too many facts and you lose your audience or overwhelm them. To little and they are left confused or disinterested because the point has not been communicated well. Iā¦
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