72 questions

Thanks pretty close.

I took a personality test today.
It was 72 questions about me.
It's strange to see a computer generated analysis of my personality.
I thought I would share.

This is me...

things that fill my brain

There are moments in my day to day life where I feel like I'm on an emotional roller-coaster. It's not hormonal or situation driven it's just like one moment to the next I'm feeling and understanding the world around me in a totally different way. I simultaneously experience good and bad feelings. Werido I know.

This last week has been like that. 7 days of up and down, round and round, loopy loop. It's just been one of those weeks.

Thankfully I have wonderful friends to keep me grounded and an awe deserving God who humbles me daily.

This week I'm making a point to remind myself to 'Cheer up Charlie'

These are some photos of a recent adventure to blue pools - a place where the wonder of Gods creation surrounds you and the laughter of friends reminds you that tomorrow is a new day.



the only thing I need to say

I wrote a super insightful blog then the wonders of glitchy internet stole it from me.
It did however make me realise that all I needed to say about the weekend is this.
I am not the same. If its not from God I don't want it.

faith like that

I am part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The dye has been cast. The decision has been made. I have stepped over the line. I won’t look back, let up, slow down, or back away.

My past is redeemed, my present makes sense, my future, is secure. I’m finished with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap giving and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need pre-eminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don’t have to be right, first, tops, recognized, praised, regarded, or rewarded. I now live by faith, lean on His presence, walk with patience, live by prayer and labor with power.

My face is set, my gait is fast my goal is Heaven, my road is narrow, my way is rough, my companions are few, my guide is reliable, my mission is clear. I can not be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded, or delayed. I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice, hesitate in the presence of the adversary, negotiate at the table of the enemy, ponder at the pool of popularity, or meander in the maze of mediocrity.

I won’t give up, shut up, let up, until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, spoken for the case of Christ. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ. I must go ‘till He comes, give ‘till I drop, preach ‘till all know, and work ‘till He stops me. My banner is clear. I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed.



- A final testimony by an African Christian just before he was martyred for his faith.

Mitch and Laurens not date.

When Angela asked where we were going I said 'far' When my mum asked I told her she look appalled. 'You couldn't possibly be going that far! For a wedding?!'

Well Mum we were going that far and yes Angela I was right it was far. Really far.

Friday night after Youth the ordeal begin.

Road block one: I hadn't packed my bag yet.

I kid you not at 10 o'clock a mad rush begin 18 hours from that moment we would be at the wedding but that seemed a life time away. With my bag around my neck I was madly throwing things in. Tooth brush. Make up. Dress. Shoes. Money. Phone??? No phone. Change of clothes. Did some one get the hair spray? Bible. Charger. Wait why a charger I still can't find my phone. iPod. Sunnies. That's it. Lets go.

At Stratford it dawned on me that I had never managed to find my phone. At Bairnsdale I remembered where I left it. By then it was to late, we were past the point of no return.

Not speeding but in a hurry.

Road block two: People need sleep.

This is a basic human necessity. So at 2 o'clock when the moon was making the world look beautiful and eerie and the kangaroos were out, when no servo sold a decent sausage roll and the word Cooma was making us laugh it was time to stop. The entire timing of our trip was calculated around maximum hours of sleep. So when we pulled into the rest stop to rest we didn't take a lot of notice of the surroundings. When we woke up we realized we had stopped in the most beautiful rest area we had ever seen. A nice place to brush my teeth before we got going again. The only down side was drop dunnies.

This is the first this I saw out the car window when I woke up.

Road block three: An actual road block.

Poor bloke it was a hot day (although I'm starting to feel like every day is a hot day in NSW)

Road block four: I don't know anyone.

I have found in my experience that it is a fairly acceptable to ask people at a wedding "Who are you here for? The bride or groom?" It gets awkward after that when you haven't actually met either of them. Even more awkward when you say the only person in the room you know is Mitchell and he only knows the Bride.

So there I was at a wedding surrounded by strangers. The ceremony was fine but the reception was to come. Before we sat down we invented a game. Read the names of the people on your table then try and guess who they are. We didn't get a single one right but we did manage not to look like total loners because we looked engaged in serious conversation (and really it was quite serious.)

Needless to say it turned out fine we had a good laugh with the people on our table. Had a huge laugh when they started toasting and I was 'cheers'-ing people I still hadn't met. Don't stress by the end of the night I was friends with the bride and had even gained some facebook friends.

Road block five: We still had to drive all the way home.

There isn't much to say about Sunday. It was long. Hot, Spent in the car.

We did stop at Mitch's cousin Heidi's place where their two kids proceeded to show me every toy and book they owned. (Thanks for the Thunderbirds education Toby.)

After that it was driving, and driving and more driving. There was a lunch stop in Wagga, a toilet break after Seymour and a dinner stop in Traralgon. Mitch and I did however manage to find the best way to pass the time. Our secret to surviving was measuring the trip in sermons. Spend some time listening to some good teaching and you feel like you have done something valuable and you have knocked an hour off your trip.

Really the text Mitch sent me when we got home sums it up.



First sign for home



'1,959.9km's

A wedding.

4 fuel stops.

A rest.

Countless bottles of water.

5 Sermons.

One stupidly ridiculous plan of a weekend.

Complete.'

　



All I can say Mitch is that you owe me.