I have a new blog in the works..
stay tuned.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
new horizons
so it's been ages
and loads has happened since..
one major thing is,
I'm no longer staff at YWAM Island Breeze Sydney.
hmm, I hear you say!
well, it was a very hard decision for me,
one that took months and months to make...
but it's time for a break and to catch my breath, as it were.
Also to gain some nursing experience and also
to pray into some long term things.
I am so sad to have left, but
I'm excited for what is to come.
YWAM IB Syd are still my family of the closest kind
and I already miss them dearly,
4o minutes away! haha
Onward and Upward ay?
I may yet return to YWAM IB one of these days!
Final exams in progress.. ending this week.
Final hospital placement in January.. sigh.
Beachy God times ahead!!
~ Blessings & Aloha
and loads has happened since..
one major thing is,
I'm no longer staff at YWAM Island Breeze Sydney.
hmm, I hear you say!
well, it was a very hard decision for me,
one that took months and months to make...
but it's time for a break and to catch my breath, as it were.
Also to gain some nursing experience and also
to pray into some long term things.
I am so sad to have left, but
I'm excited for what is to come.
YWAM IB Syd are still my family of the closest kind
and I already miss them dearly,
4o minutes away! haha
Onward and Upward ay?
I may yet return to YWAM IB one of these days!
Final exams in progress.. ending this week.
Final hospital placement in January.. sigh.
Beachy God times ahead!!
~ Blessings & Aloha
Sunday, September 28, 2008
The End Is Within Sight
whoa! my last blog entry feels like it was posted in the last millenium!
so what's been happening?
Well.. this semester of uni has turned out to be the busiest of all
for me anyhow, what with clinical placements and everything else.
I've spent hardly any time on base this semester, much to my dismay.
However, I finish classes and exams at the end of November, so
the end is within my reach!! haha
I will be registered as a nurse in January,
though my graduation ceremony is a few months after that.
So Close.
Please pray for me concerning my final exams and
also that I pass my final 4 week clinical block in Oct/Nov.
that's all for now.. more to come!
Blessings & Aloha! x
so what's been happening?
Well.. this semester of uni has turned out to be the busiest of all
for me anyhow, what with clinical placements and everything else.
I've spent hardly any time on base this semester, much to my dismay.
However, I finish classes and exams at the end of November, so
the end is within my reach!! haha
I will be registered as a nurse in January,
though my graduation ceremony is a few months after that.
So Close.
Please pray for me concerning my final exams and
also that I pass my final 4 week clinical block in Oct/Nov.
that's all for now.. more to come!
Blessings & Aloha! x
Friday, August 15, 2008
Re-Blog
Here is something I wrote last year on my other blog
and thought.. maybe I'd blog it again
_________________________________
• the sound of the underground •
i was on the bus, on my way to uni and
i was reminded of how much hatred and misunderstanding there is in the world.
and i guess sometimes there seems comes a point where there
looks to be no room left for love.
as i listened to this family
talk about being discriminated against
and then reading similar remarks [racially]
written on a bus stop as we passed.
so much bitterness. so much pain and hatred and injustice.
and then i thought.
about my friend from Bosnia speak of the genocide in her country,
hearning about the coup in fiji,
being at uni and hearing the thinly veiled intolerant speeches
of the socialist sympathisers stirring up passions in the
predominantly middle eastern and hippy population on campus,
i thought about refugees seeking asylum for religious freedom,
i thought about the greenies on the other side fronting as "pro-choice",
and about my grandfather, while he didn't live in dublin but further north,
he still grew up with that culture of hate and violence nearby
in his country's history and present.
and then i thought about my friends.
about how most of them hate their lives,
though some of them came from these horrific backgrounds,
many of them simply see it around them,
the continued hatred passed down to their friends from bitter parents.
because while some of them have escaped death or prison
it seems that they all have become prisoners of a different kind.
or those who grew up with wide-eyed ideals to change the world,
started out right, but then saw no way.
who end up at those protest rallies and ballots
casting their vote in a desperate attempt to see
something good come out of so much evil.
long ago, many of them were offered God,
but took a look at His Body and saw that He looks weak.
Useless. Outdated. Strict and rigid. A waste of time. Weak.
So they opt for something seemingly more tangible
but more deadly than they'd anticipated.
but within them beats the heart of revolution.
the sound of the underground screaming desperately for justice.
and then i thought about that book i saw last week in the co-op at uni:
"God is not good: How religion poisons everything"
and i thought about the countless wars
incited, instigated and perpetuated in the name of God.
In the name of Religion.
and i thought about my days of believing in the cause of justice.
of reading about the struggle and how it seemed that
Karl Marx really had something worth fighting for
that his theories might just save the world.
and not even thinking of God's solution.
and then i though about how Jesus might fit into this picture.
could He? i was a christian, so He had to. part of me believed Him.
but another part of me...
and then looking around at the children working in sweatshops
and the women being mutilated and beaten down in body and spirit
and the christians being jailed for praying
and the corporations controlling the money and resources
and the people fighting each other over land and religion
and the inter-racial fights on the beach and on the playground
for hundreds of years.
and not seeing how God could fix it
and besides, why hadn't He?
and i thought about how much i loved Jesus at that time
but i didn't see Him.
He was great, but the evil seemed greater.
He was a "Good Man", but all that love-your-neighbour stuff
that didn't seem so great or useful or mighty.
and even though He cast out demons, calmed storms,
multiplied food and rose from the dead, it seemed too
far removed from this modern world to be relevant.
Vintage Jesus with His blonde-tipped hair, sad blue eyes and mild manner.
but i chose to believe that i'd made the right choice the first time round
when i chose Him. and so His way had to be right, had to be better
because He was Love. He is Love.
then He showed me, opened my eyes.
He is not to be fitted into a theory or a solution.
especially one made by beings who live and then die.
He is The Solution and not just a theory.
He transcends the establishment.
We see millions of dying adn dead and wounded,
but He knows each one by name.
and i thought about how when things are good, God gets no credit
but as soon as things go bad, even atheists are quick to blame Him.
We told Him to get out of our lives, out of our governments,
out of our society, but He's still the most convenient place to lay our blame.
in a strange paradox, He's not big enough to fix everything,
but He is big enough to take the blame for it all going bad.
and i thought about how many atrocities are attributed to the supposed will of God.
and no wonder people hold views like this one from the aformentioned book:
"Yet again it is demonstrated that monotheistic religion is a plagiarism of a plagiarism of hearsay of a hearsay, of an illusion of an illusion, extending all the way back to a fabrication of a few nonevents."
how much bitterness is in that sentence.
Francis Frangipane said it this way:
"There are two conditions of the heart no one can hide: one is when the heart is filled with love and the other when we are infected with bitterness."
and yet, of the God and religion being poison book, one reviewer put it like this:
"...Hitchens has outfoxed the Hitchens watchers by writing a serious and deeply felt book, totally consistent with his beliefs of a lifetime. And God should be flattered: unlike most of those clamoring for his attention, Hitchens treats him like an adult..."
"...treats Him like an adult..."
that denotes superiority.
we're enlightened now. God has no place in man's enlightenment.
it's funny how God is seen to be the beliefs of primitive man.
and as we gain enlightenment, we don't need Him anymore.
He has no place.
There's no room anyhow, our intelligence and intellect is all we need.
but another commentary put it in a different light here
i was listening to one of my favourite bands tonight, Flogging Molly (Irish Punk)
and i came across this song, entitled Screaming At The Wailing Wall.
So God how come every wrong's been done?
With deals no Christ should allow
Once the communist now the terrorist
With blood as thick as yours
Now a caravan of clouds
Warns us all of winter showers
Then rattle comes the rain
With each bullet screams your name
So how come this gatherin' storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smokin' gun's a familiar
song let loose
With the bombed out cars
Come the falling stars
From a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names
On the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screamin' at the Wailing Wall
I'll liberate your peoples' fate
Spoke the Burnin' Bush
But the song of beasts
Grow with oil soaked teeth
Their dollor is mighty and true
Now the eagle soars the sky
Over refugee and child
And to all there is no end
Another day in perfect Hell
So how come this gatherin' storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smokin' gun's a familiar
song let loose
All Hail
Now a caravan of clouds
Warns us of deadly showers
Then a rattle comes the rain
With each bullet screams your name
So how come this gatherin' storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smokin' gun's a familiar
song let loose
With the bombed out cars
Come the falling stars
From a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names
On the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screamin' at the Wailing Wall
Oh I'll liberate your peoples' fate
As we scream at the wailing wall
in the eyes of the world,
God hasn't come through.
He hasn't done what He "is meant to", in His capacity as Deity
according to the world's interpretation of Him.
And His followers, for the most part,
are weak-willed happy clappys or stoic hard-faced bores, clinging onto
dusty old hymnals and archaic traditions
and at worst, they are hard right, conservative, close-minded war-mongers
but either way, still pretty stupid and primitive and not enlightened.
From God's golden plate begrudgers they eat
'Til their belly's burst ignorance bliss
Never they roam a wanderless home
Is as far as their sorry eye sees
Give me a rusty ol' goat wekk trampled and soaked
Until these ashes and blood mingle deep
But don't let me die still wondering
What it was I left behind
[flogging molly, 'Don't Let Me Die' ]
and where is Jesus in all this struggle?
how can people See Him if they've never Seen Him?
when all they see is someone being murdered for carrying rosary beads?
or being beaten for being born on the other side of the border?
if all they've seen is evil done in His name for His cause?
where are those with the revelation of Him?
where are His hands and feet put here to show His love?
to show His strength in it?
they're being awakened once more.
the generation that prays.
the generation that moves.
to follow in the great revolutionaries' footsteps.
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers
choose to lose
that they might one day win
the great 'Well done' of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.
They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and
hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…This is the sound of the underground
Jesus came as He was - Love.
to show the world what they needed the most,
but it's also the one thing they deny that they need.
real love is scary.
scary because the world is unaccustomed to it.
unaccustomed to love being sacrifice.
to God being powerful and mighty and more than they think He is.
that's scary - to realise you are not always right and not the centre of the universe.
i don't really have much else to write at the moment.
i'm kinda all over the place, but i wanted to write this out.
just thinking out loud at the moment.
thinking about things injustices that, even i admit
to having pushed out of my head in recent times.
but i think... the time to hesitate is through.
time to stop hiding in church.
the world doesn't need to get darker in order for Jesus to come back,
the world needs to know God.
Don't overlook the obvious here, friends.
With God, one day is as good as a thousand years,
a thousand years as a day. God isn't late with his promise
as some measure lateness. He is restraining himself
on account of you, holding back the End
because he doesn't want anyone lost.
He's giving everyone space and time to change.
[ 2 peter 3:9 ]
and thought.. maybe I'd blog it again
_________________________________
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
• the sound of the underground •
i was on the bus, on my way to uni and
i was reminded of how much hatred and misunderstanding there is in the world.
and i guess sometimes there seems comes a point where there
looks to be no room left for love.
as i listened to this family
talk about being discriminated against
and then reading similar remarks [racially]
written on a bus stop as we passed.
so much bitterness. so much pain and hatred and injustice.
and then i thought.
about my friend from Bosnia speak of the genocide in her country,
hearning about the coup in fiji,
being at uni and hearing the thinly veiled intolerant speeches
of the socialist sympathisers stirring up passions in the
predominantly middle eastern and hippy population on campus,
i thought about refugees seeking asylum for religious freedom,
i thought about the greenies on the other side fronting as "pro-choice",
and about my grandfather, while he didn't live in dublin but further north,
he still grew up with that culture of hate and violence nearby
in his country's history and present.
and then i thought about my friends.
about how most of them hate their lives,
though some of them came from these horrific backgrounds,
many of them simply see it around them,
the continued hatred passed down to their friends from bitter parents.
because while some of them have escaped death or prison
it seems that they all have become prisoners of a different kind.
or those who grew up with wide-eyed ideals to change the world,
started out right, but then saw no way.
who end up at those protest rallies and ballots
casting their vote in a desperate attempt to see
something good come out of so much evil.
long ago, many of them were offered God,
but took a look at His Body and saw that He looks weak.
Useless. Outdated. Strict and rigid. A waste of time. Weak.
So they opt for something seemingly more tangible
but more deadly than they'd anticipated.
but within them beats the heart of revolution.
the sound of the underground screaming desperately for justice.
and then i thought about that book i saw last week in the co-op at uni:
"God is not good: How religion poisons everything"
and i thought about the countless wars
incited, instigated and perpetuated in the name of God.
In the name of Religion.
and i thought about my days of believing in the cause of justice.
of reading about the struggle and how it seemed that
Karl Marx really had something worth fighting for
that his theories might just save the world.
and not even thinking of God's solution.
and then i though about how Jesus might fit into this picture.
could He? i was a christian, so He had to. part of me believed Him.
but another part of me...
and then looking around at the children working in sweatshops
and the women being mutilated and beaten down in body and spirit
and the christians being jailed for praying
and the corporations controlling the money and resources
and the people fighting each other over land and religion
and the inter-racial fights on the beach and on the playground
for hundreds of years.
and not seeing how God could fix it
and besides, why hadn't He?
and i thought about how much i loved Jesus at that time
but i didn't see Him.
He was great, but the evil seemed greater.
He was a "Good Man", but all that love-your-neighbour stuff
that didn't seem so great or useful or mighty.
and even though He cast out demons, calmed storms,
multiplied food and rose from the dead, it seemed too
far removed from this modern world to be relevant.
Vintage Jesus with His blonde-tipped hair, sad blue eyes and mild manner.
but i chose to believe that i'd made the right choice the first time round
when i chose Him. and so His way had to be right, had to be better
because He was Love. He is Love.
then He showed me, opened my eyes.
He is not to be fitted into a theory or a solution.
especially one made by beings who live and then die.
He is The Solution and not just a theory.
He transcends the establishment.
We see millions of dying adn dead and wounded,
but He knows each one by name.
and i thought about how when things are good, God gets no credit
but as soon as things go bad, even atheists are quick to blame Him.
We told Him to get out of our lives, out of our governments,
out of our society, but He's still the most convenient place to lay our blame.
in a strange paradox, He's not big enough to fix everything,
but He is big enough to take the blame for it all going bad.
and i thought about how many atrocities are attributed to the supposed will of God.
and no wonder people hold views like this one from the aformentioned book:
"Yet again it is demonstrated that monotheistic religion is a plagiarism of a plagiarism of hearsay of a hearsay, of an illusion of an illusion, extending all the way back to a fabrication of a few nonevents."
how much bitterness is in that sentence.
Francis Frangipane said it this way:
"There are two conditions of the heart no one can hide: one is when the heart is filled with love and the other when we are infected with bitterness."
and yet, of the God and religion being poison book, one reviewer put it like this:
"...Hitchens has outfoxed the Hitchens watchers by writing a serious and deeply felt book, totally consistent with his beliefs of a lifetime. And God should be flattered: unlike most of those clamoring for his attention, Hitchens treats him like an adult..."
"...treats Him like an adult..."
that denotes superiority.
we're enlightened now. God has no place in man's enlightenment.
it's funny how God is seen to be the beliefs of primitive man.
and as we gain enlightenment, we don't need Him anymore.
He has no place.
There's no room anyhow, our intelligence and intellect is all we need.
but another commentary put it in a different light here
i was listening to one of my favourite bands tonight, Flogging Molly (Irish Punk)
and i came across this song, entitled Screaming At The Wailing Wall.
So God how come every wrong's been done?
With deals no Christ should allow
Once the communist now the terrorist
With blood as thick as yours
Now a caravan of clouds
Warns us all of winter showers
Then rattle comes the rain
With each bullet screams your name
So how come this gatherin' storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smokin' gun's a familiar
song let loose
With the bombed out cars
Come the falling stars
From a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names
On the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screamin' at the Wailing Wall
I'll liberate your peoples' fate
Spoke the Burnin' Bush
But the song of beasts
Grow with oil soaked teeth
Their dollor is mighty and true
Now the eagle soars the sky
Over refugee and child
And to all there is no end
Another day in perfect Hell
So how come this gatherin' storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smokin' gun's a familiar
song let loose
All Hail
Now a caravan of clouds
Warns us of deadly showers
Then a rattle comes the rain
With each bullet screams your name
So how come this gatherin' storm
Pours little on the truth?
Where the smokin' gun's a familiar
song let loose
With the bombed out cars
Come the falling stars
From a heaven we'll never know
And the nameless names
On the misspelled graves grow tall
We're still screamin' at the Wailing Wall
Oh I'll liberate your peoples' fate
As we scream at the wailing wall
in the eyes of the world,
God hasn't come through.
He hasn't done what He "is meant to", in His capacity as Deity
according to the world's interpretation of Him.
And His followers, for the most part,
are weak-willed happy clappys or stoic hard-faced bores, clinging onto
dusty old hymnals and archaic traditions
and at worst, they are hard right, conservative, close-minded war-mongers
but either way, still pretty stupid and primitive and not enlightened.
From God's golden plate begrudgers they eat
'Til their belly's burst ignorance bliss
Never they roam a wanderless home
Is as far as their sorry eye sees
Give me a rusty ol' goat wekk trampled and soaked
Until these ashes and blood mingle deep
But don't let me die still wondering
What it was I left behind
[flogging molly, 'Don't Let Me Die' ]
and where is Jesus in all this struggle?
how can people See Him if they've never Seen Him?
when all they see is someone being murdered for carrying rosary beads?
or being beaten for being born on the other side of the border?
if all they've seen is evil done in His name for His cause?
where are those with the revelation of Him?
where are His hands and feet put here to show His love?
to show His strength in it?
they're being awakened once more.
the generation that prays.
the generation that moves.
to follow in the great revolutionaries' footsteps.
Light flickers from every secret motive, every private conversation.
It loves people away from their suicide leaps, their Satan games.
This is an army that will lay down its life for the cause.
A million times a day its soldiers
choose to lose
that they might one day win
the great 'Well done' of faithful sons and daughters.
Such heroes are as radical on Monday morning as Sunday night.
They don't need fame from names. Instead they grin quietly upwards and
hear the crowds chanting again and again: "COME ON!"
And this is the sound of the underground
The whisper of history in the making
Foundations shaking
Revolutionaries dreaming once again
Mystery is scheming in whispers
Conspiracy is breathing…This is the sound of the underground
Jesus came as He was - Love.
to show the world what they needed the most,
but it's also the one thing they deny that they need.
real love is scary.
scary because the world is unaccustomed to it.
unaccustomed to love being sacrifice.
to God being powerful and mighty and more than they think He is.
that's scary - to realise you are not always right and not the centre of the universe.
i don't really have much else to write at the moment.
i'm kinda all over the place, but i wanted to write this out.
just thinking out loud at the moment.
thinking about things injustices that, even i admit
to having pushed out of my head in recent times.
but i think... the time to hesitate is through.
time to stop hiding in church.
the world doesn't need to get darker in order for Jesus to come back,
the world needs to know God.
Don't overlook the obvious here, friends.
With God, one day is as good as a thousand years,
a thousand years as a day. God isn't late with his promise
as some measure lateness. He is restraining himself
on account of you, holding back the End
because he doesn't want anyone lost.
He's giving everyone space and time to change.
[ 2 peter 3:9 ]
Monday, August 4, 2008
Warriors & Mission Focus
So here I am,
back at uni for my FINAL semester of my nursing degree.
I am glad that it's almost over...
..however, the other day I found myself thinking,
..I'm not sure how much I have to give anymore...
I feel so.. tired of it all.
Next week I start another 2 week round of clinical placement
in the palliative care ward (people with terminal illnesses).
But this is where the rubber meets the road, so to speak.
This is where God's able to be glorified and shine
and this is where I get to really depend on Him
for every last bit of strength to get through this.
In my weakness (all kinds!) He is made stronger!
Life on base is good.
So much happened during the conference
on our base, within our ministry (Island Breeze International)
and also in many of us individually.
The main part of the vision of Island Breeze is this:
Island Breeze focuses on issues of restoration and redemption of peoples and their culture – ‘To know God and make him known through His inherent gifts and expressions within the nations’
And our base has a special call and focus on worship.
I am currently praying about doing the
Principles of Redeeming Cultures School in Hawaii
(YWAM Kona) in July 2009.
A few of us on the worship team are going to do it
and we have a view to bring it back and run it on our base,
but as a worship school with a redeeming cultures focus.
So powerful!!!!
I feel like this is an area that God is calling me into
and has been for many many years
and is now restoring my heart and opening my eyes to it
and calling out my warrior heart and spiritback at uni for my FINAL semester of my nursing degree.
I am glad that it's almost over...
..however, the other day I found myself thinking,
..I'm not sure how much I have to give anymore...
I feel so.. tired of it all.
Next week I start another 2 week round of clinical placement
in the palliative care ward (people with terminal illnesses).
But this is where the rubber meets the road, so to speak.
This is where God's able to be glorified and shine
and this is where I get to really depend on Him
for every last bit of strength to get through this.
In my weakness (all kinds!) He is made stronger!
Life on base is good.
So much happened during the conference
on our base, within our ministry (Island Breeze International)
and also in many of us individually.
The main part of the vision of Island Breeze is this:
Island Breeze focuses on issues of restoration and redemption of peoples and their culture – ‘To know God and make him known through His inherent gifts and expressions within the nations’
And our base has a special call and focus on worship.
I am currently praying about doing the
Principles of Redeeming Cultures School in Hawaii
(YWAM Kona) in July 2009.
A few of us on the worship team are going to do it
and we have a view to bring it back and run it on our base,
but as a worship school with a redeeming cultures focus.
So powerful!!!!
I feel like this is an area that God is calling me into
and has been for many many years
and is now restoring my heart and opening my eyes to it
and showing me that part of my spiritual and cultural heritage.
So, please keep me in prayer regarding my visa
(I am applying for Australian citizenship now)
and also my finances for the school and my plane ticket.
If you would like to support me in this,
email me at cassandra@islandbreezesydney.org
Due to the busyness of the base over the last 3 weeks,
we have been granted this entire week off, to recuperate!
What a great blessing!
I still had to go to uni, but the days I'm going to have off,
they are absolutely invaluable!
And I look forward to relaxing a bit before clinical starts.
Blessings & Alohas!! x
Sunday, July 27, 2008
IB Conference & Semester 2
So, World Youth Day in Sydney has passed
and it was an amazing time, I hear,
from those who attended from base and from my church.
I was on clinical placement for uni,
however I could feel the God-change in the atmosphere
around town.
This week on base, we have been hosting the
International Island Breeze Conference.
It has been off the hook!
We had the elders from Island Breeze come and
I wasn't able to attend any of the meetings,
but even in worship and just generally
being around them on base has been impacting.
I feel like God has done so much in me this week
and has cemented me in the vision He has for me
and reminding me of who I am and
what my heritage is, spiritual and cultural.
God has been restoring, redeeming and renewing my heart
especially for my culture and for the islands
and I feel like He has done deep deep work in me
this week, so deep that I don't have any words
but I feel it all the way through my being.
On another note, the week before last, I finished 2 weeks
of placement at the mental health ward of a hospital
for university. It was good, though the first week
was very very challenging, being in that spiritual
atmosphere.
Tomorrow I go back to uni for my final semester of university
and I can't wait to graduate.
When I do, I will, beyond a shadow of a doubt,
be able to say that I got through only on the
grace and strength and call of the LORD.
Amen! All glory to Him alone!!
blessings & aloha ~!
and it was an amazing time, I hear,
from those who attended from base and from my church.
I was on clinical placement for uni,
however I could feel the God-change in the atmosphere
around town.
This week on base, we have been hosting the
International Island Breeze Conference.
It has been off the hook!
We had the elders from Island Breeze come and
I wasn't able to attend any of the meetings,
but even in worship and just generally
being around them on base has been impacting.
I feel like God has done so much in me this week
and has cemented me in the vision He has for me
and reminding me of who I am and
what my heritage is, spiritual and cultural.
God has been restoring, redeeming and renewing my heart
especially for my culture and for the islands
and I feel like He has done deep deep work in me
this week, so deep that I don't have any words
but I feel it all the way through my being.
On another note, the week before last, I finished 2 weeks
of placement at the mental health ward of a hospital
for university. It was good, though the first week
was very very challenging, being in that spiritual
atmosphere.
Tomorrow I go back to uni for my final semester of university
and I can't wait to graduate.
When I do, I will, beyond a shadow of a doubt,
be able to say that I got through only on the
grace and strength and call of the LORD.
Amen! All glory to Him alone!!
blessings & aloha ~!
Sunday, July 6, 2008
Good God
**EDIT**
So what's new?
Well, tomorrow I start a 2 week placement in the
mental health unit of a local hospital/emergency room for uni.
I am not really looking forward to it... however,
I'm sure it will be interesting and I'll learn a lot.
During my 2 weeks away, the base is running the
Impact Sydney Boot Camp in the community.
When I go back to the base, I'll be in time for the
International Island Breeze Conference.
Things have been intense in my own life lately.
I had some health issues lately, combined with the
ever increasing stress of uni, it's been getting to me.
But God is so good and God is still God.
I'm so thankful for my family and my YWAM family
and especially, my closest friends for being there with me
through these things and holding me up in prayer.
God has been speaking to me a lot about the Fear of the LORD
lately and His glory and presence.
God is God and God is Good.
Bottom line.
Prayer Request
Please keep my friend Joelle in prayer, she is in her 3rd pregnancy
and she has a chorionic haematoma, which are clots under the
placenta and she is on bed-rest, also it increases the risk
of miscarriage. Please keep her and her husband Ben in prayer.
So what's new?
Well, tomorrow I start a 2 week placement in the
mental health unit of a local hospital/emergency room for uni.
I am not really looking forward to it... however,
I'm sure it will be interesting and I'll learn a lot.
During my 2 weeks away, the base is running the
Impact Sydney Boot Camp in the community.
When I go back to the base, I'll be in time for the
International Island Breeze Conference.
Things have been intense in my own life lately.
I had some health issues lately, combined with the
ever increasing stress of uni, it's been getting to me.
But God is so good and God is still God.
I'm so thankful for my family and my YWAM family
and especially, my closest friends for being there with me
through these things and holding me up in prayer.
God has been speaking to me a lot about the Fear of the LORD
lately and His glory and presence.
God is God and God is Good.
Bottom line.
Prayer Request
Please keep my friend Joelle in prayer, she is in her 3rd pregnancy
and she has a chorionic haematoma, which are clots under the
placenta and she is on bed-rest, also it increases the risk
of miscarriage. Please keep her and her husband Ben in prayer.
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