Part 1: How I Came To Be
Were you a planned baby?: Yesm
Were you the first?: Sure was, the first and the favorite!
Were your parents married when you were born?: Sure were
When is your birthday?: August 19th, 1989
Part 2: My Family
How would you describe your family?: dramatic/funny
Are your parents married, divorced or separated?: divorced
If you have siblings are you oldest, middle, or youngest?: Oldest
Did you wish you had any other siblings?: younger sister
Which parent do you get along with best?: My momma
Do you have step parents?: Sure do.
Part 3: The Friends
Do you have more than one best friend?: Yes sir, gotta love em
Do you share the same interests?: Some
Which friend can you tell anything to?: Hard to say...
Whos the shyest friend you have?: Courtney is super shy when she first meets someone
Whos the funniest friend you have?: Caitlyn, and my Conq's
Who can always make you laugh?: see above
Part 4: Your Personality
How high/low is your self esteem?: Its good
Do you get depressed about things easily?: Sometimes, depends what mindset I'm in.
Are you happy?: Yes, I am!
Do you live life to the fullest?: I try my best
Do you regret anything?: I try to have no regrets, but it's hard
Are you funny?: I like to think so
Are you shy?: Depends on the situation
Are you loud? I'm loud when I want to be...
Part 5: Appearance
Are you comfortable with the way you look?: Yeap
Do you have any piercings besides your ears?: Lip, Both nostrils, tongue web, navel
How do you dress?: Not like anyone else I've seen...
What colour is your hair?: RED!
What colour are your eyes?: greenish
Do you wear makeup?: when I can...
Part 6: The Past
Were you a strange child?: I wouldn't doubt it.
Were there people you used to love that you no longer do?: No, I don't think so.
Do you have the same friends?: From school? No.
Was there anything in your past that was traumatizing?: Probably.
Part 7: The Future
Ambition?: Happiness and Love (hipppiiieeee)
Do you want to have kids?: Yes, yes I do.. So i can be my own baby hog.
How many?: 2ish
What would you like to name them?: Not sure yet.
Part 8: The Outdoors
Do you prefer indoors or outdoors?: cold weater = indoors, warm weather = outdoors
What is your favorite season?: SUMMER
Favorite weather?: SUNNY HOT
Do you like walking in the rain?: no, my hair curls
Part 9: Food
Are you a vegetarian?: Heck no, I love bacon too much
What is your favorite food?: SUSHI!
What food makes you want to gag?: cooked spinach
What is your favorite dessert?: Cheescake
What is your favorite restaurant?: I love Red Robin
Are you a fussy eater: I can be, but usually not. I won't complain.
Part 10: Relationships and Love
Are you single or taken?: Single
If taken who is the lucky boy/girl?: see above
Do you think love is the best feeling in the world?: Love is great.
Do you believe in love at first sight?: No.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
It's fun, It made me LOL
1. Go to google.ca
2. Click on Maps.
3. Click on Get Directions.
4. From: New York, New York.
5. To: Paris, France.
6. Then, read line #21.
2. Click on Maps.
3. Click on Get Directions.
4. From: New York, New York.
5. To: Paris, France.
6. Then, read line #21.
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Freedom - Run Kid Run
Oh my chains, I can't disengage
I don't believe that I want to
One hand sings your praise
The other brings me shame
I have selfishness to blame
And I'm singing for freedom,
I know I'm not the only one praying to the One,
Who can bring me this freedom,
I'm ready for change, change, change, change
Looking down I lay
I keep holding my chains
No longer bound but here I stay
I scream, Father please, I need rescuing
I need and you alone
And I'm singing for freedom
I know I'm not the only one praying to the one
Who can bring me this freedom
I'm ready for, I'm ready for
Still You patiently await
Yet I won't just let go
I see You and You alone
Saying come, follow me
Dispair has come so You can see, release
So I'm singing for freedom
So I'm singing for freedom
The time has come-separation lost the war to love
Take my hand, grace is found, yeah where Your words begin,
You're alive, You're alive, in the waking of new life,
Take my hand, in the end there's only love, there's only love
There's only singing for freedom
I know I'm not the only one praying to the One
Who can bring me this freedom
I'm ready for, I'm ready for
Father please, I need rescuing
I need You and You alone
I don't believe that I want to
One hand sings your praise
The other brings me shame
I have selfishness to blame
And I'm singing for freedom,
I know I'm not the only one praying to the One,
Who can bring me this freedom,
I'm ready for change, change, change, change
Looking down I lay
I keep holding my chains
No longer bound but here I stay
I scream, Father please, I need rescuing
I need and you alone
And I'm singing for freedom
I know I'm not the only one praying to the one
Who can bring me this freedom
I'm ready for, I'm ready for
Still You patiently await
Yet I won't just let go
I see You and You alone
Saying come, follow me
Dispair has come so You can see, release
So I'm singing for freedom
So I'm singing for freedom
The time has come-separation lost the war to love
Take my hand, grace is found, yeah where Your words begin,
You're alive, You're alive, in the waking of new life,
Take my hand, in the end there's only love, there's only love
There's only singing for freedom
I know I'm not the only one praying to the One
Who can bring me this freedom
I'm ready for, I'm ready for
Father please, I need rescuing
I need You and You alone
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
This is my worship....
So I've been spending some time in the war room lately, and it's really really awesome. I had a shift this morning from 5-8am, and I definitely was not in the right head space and I actually didn't really want to pray at all. I got into the war room and just wanted to sleep as soon as I could. I had this really weird feeling that I should go to the stairs (which took a lot of motivation seeing as I was laying on the other side of the room...) ANYWAYS. I got up and went and looked outside and Leslie was standing at the bottom of the stairs (Leslie is one of my good friends down here, and I hadn't seen her in a while and was a little worried...) It was crazy because she had told me that she had a dream about me but apparently didn't have time to tell me about it because she had to go get her methadone... All day these coincidences have been happening. God has been showing himself to me in the physical, and it's fantastic to see that.
I'm heading home to Nanaimo in about...4ish days.. Im going on Sunday to spend some time at home (we have a week long reading break), and I'm really excited to see Michelle and other people on the island. My cousins are planning to come see me because I didn't even get to see them at Christmas which was weird. Pray for me to keep up my disciplines at home, because it's really easy to fall away when you have no accountability. So if I could ask that from you (anyone who reads this and has my cell phone #/facebook) PLEASE. Ask me if im doing rations, ask me how my book is, ask me what God is saying to me. I have a habit of not listening when I'm at home because there's so much to distract me from everything that has grown in me since being here.
Be Blessed
xoxo Carlye
I'm heading home to Nanaimo in about...4ish days.. Im going on Sunday to spend some time at home (we have a week long reading break), and I'm really excited to see Michelle and other people on the island. My cousins are planning to come see me because I didn't even get to see them at Christmas which was weird. Pray for me to keep up my disciplines at home, because it's really easy to fall away when you have no accountability. So if I could ask that from you (anyone who reads this and has my cell phone #/facebook) PLEASE. Ask me if im doing rations, ask me how my book is, ask me what God is saying to me. I have a habit of not listening when I'm at home because there's so much to distract me from everything that has grown in me since being here.
Be Blessed
xoxo Carlye
The Vision - Pete Greig
So this guy comes up to me and says,
"whats the vision? whats the big idea?"
i opened my mouth and the words came out like this...
The vision?
The vision is Jesus:
obsessively, dangerously, undeniably JESUS.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones?
I see an army.
And they are free from materialism-- they laugh at 9-5 little
prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday, and crusts
on Tuesday they wouldn't even notice. They know the
meaning of the matrix,
the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind,
they belong to the nations,
they need no passport.
People who write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their
strange existence.
They are free
yet they are slaves
of the hurting, dirty, and dying.
What is the vision? the vision is holiness that hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults angry.
It gave up the game of minimum integrity a long time ago to reach
for the stars.
it scorns the good, and strains for the best.
It is dangerously pure.
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 would lay down its life for the cause
A million times a day
its soldiers choose to lose that they might one day win in 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 for 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
And the army is disciple(in)ed -- young people who can beat their
bodies into submission. Every soldier would take a bullet
for his comrade at arms. The tattoo on their backs boasts
"for me to live is Christ and to die is gain"
Sacrifice fuels the fire
of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners.
Martyrs.
Who can stop them? Can hormones hold them back? Can
failure succeed?
Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And the generation prays
like a dying man who groans beyond
talking, with warrior cries,
sulfuric tears and
great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting.
Watching:
24-7-365
Whatever it takes they will give:
Breaking the rules,
shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide,
laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs.
laughing at labels,
fasting essentials.
The advertisers cannot mold them.
Hollywood can not hold them
Peer Pressure is powerless
to shake their resolve
at late-night parties
before the cockerel cries.
They are incredibly cool,
dangerously attractive (on the inside).
on the outside? they hardly care!
They wear clothes like costumes:
to communicate and celebrate but never hide.
Would they surrender their image and popularity? They
would lay down their very lives, swap seats with the man
on death row, guilty as hell:
a throne for the electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights
and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God and live if it all
depends on them.
Their DNA chooses Jesus
(He breathes out, they breathe in).
Their subconscious sings.
They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping malls. Don't
you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdos!
Summon the losers and the freaks.
Here come the frightened and forgotten
with fire in their eyes!
They walk, and trees applaud,
skyscrapers bow,
mountains are dwarfed
by these children of another dimension.
Their prayers summon the Hound of Heaven and invoke the
ancient dream of Eden
And this vision will be.
It will come to pass;
It will come easily;
It will come soon.
How do i know?
Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of
the Spirit, the very dream of God.
Tomorrow is His today.
My distant hope is His 3-D.
And my feeble,
whispered,
faithless prayer
invokes a thunderous
resounding,
bone-shaking
great "AMEN!"
from countless angels,
from heroes of the faith.
from Christ Himself.
And He is the original dreamer,
the ultimate winner,
Guaranteed.
"whats the vision? whats the big idea?"
i opened my mouth and the words came out like this...
The vision?
The vision is Jesus:
obsessively, dangerously, undeniably JESUS.
The vision is an army of young people.
You see bones?
I see an army.
And they are free from materialism-- they laugh at 9-5 little
prisons. They could eat caviar on Monday, and crusts
on Tuesday they wouldn't even notice. They know the
meaning of the matrix,
the way the west was won.
They are mobile like the wind,
they belong to the nations,
they need no passport.
People who write their addresses in pencil and wonder at their
strange existence.
They are free
yet they are slaves
of the hurting, dirty, and dying.
What is the vision? the vision is holiness that hurts the eyes.
It makes children laugh and adults angry.
It gave up the game of minimum integrity a long time ago to reach
for the stars.
it scorns the good, and strains for the best.
It is dangerously pure.
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 would lay down its life for the cause
A million times a day
its soldiers choose to lose that they might one day win in 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 for 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
And the army is disciple(in)ed -- young people who can beat their
bodies into submission. Every soldier would take a bullet
for his comrade at arms. The tattoo on their backs boasts
"for me to live is Christ and to die is gain"
Sacrifice fuels the fire
of victory in their upward eyes.
Winners.
Martyrs.
Who can stop them? Can hormones hold them back? Can
failure succeed?
Can fear scare them or death kill them?
And the generation prays
like a dying man who groans beyond
talking, with warrior cries,
sulfuric tears and
great barrow loads of laughter!
Waiting.
Watching:
24-7-365
Whatever it takes they will give:
Breaking the rules,
shaking mediocrity from its cozy little hide,
laying down their rights and their precious little wrongs.
laughing at labels,
fasting essentials.
The advertisers cannot mold them.
Hollywood can not hold them
Peer Pressure is powerless
to shake their resolve
at late-night parties
before the cockerel cries.
They are incredibly cool,
dangerously attractive (on the inside).
on the outside? they hardly care!
They wear clothes like costumes:
to communicate and celebrate but never hide.
Would they surrender their image and popularity? They
would lay down their very lives, swap seats with the man
on death row, guilty as hell:
a throne for the electric chair.
With blood and sweat and many tears, with sleepless nights
and fruitless days,
they pray as if it all depends on God and live if it all
depends on them.
Their DNA chooses Jesus
(He breathes out, they breathe in).
Their subconscious sings.
They had a blood transfusion with Jesus.
Their words make demons scream in shopping malls. Don't
you hear them coming?
Herald the weirdos!
Summon the losers and the freaks.
Here come the frightened and forgotten
with fire in their eyes!
They walk, and trees applaud,
skyscrapers bow,
mountains are dwarfed
by these children of another dimension.
Their prayers summon the Hound of Heaven and invoke the
ancient dream of Eden
And this vision will be.
It will come to pass;
It will come easily;
It will come soon.
How do i know?
Because this is the longing of creation itself, the groaning of
the Spirit, the very dream of God.
Tomorrow is His today.
My distant hope is His 3-D.
And my feeble,
whispered,
faithless prayer
invokes a thunderous
resounding,
bone-shaking
great "AMEN!"
from countless angels,
from heroes of the faith.
from Christ Himself.
And He is the original dreamer,
the ultimate winner,
Guaranteed.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Stained Glass Masquerade
Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feeling so small
Cause when I take a look around
Everybody seems so strong
I know they’ll soon discover
That I don’t belong
So I tuck it all away, like everything’s okay
If I make them all believe it, maybe I’ll believe it too
So with a painted grin, I play the part again
So everyone will see me the way that I see them
Are we happy plastic people
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles to hide our pain
But if the invitation’s open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade
Is there anyone who’s been there
Are there any hands to raise
Am I the only one who’s traded
In the altar for a stage
The performance is convincing
And we know every line by heart
Only when no one is watching
Can we really fall apart
But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be
Would your arms be open
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay
Well if the invitation’s open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade
Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin’ so small
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feeling so small
Cause when I take a look around
Everybody seems so strong
I know they’ll soon discover
That I don’t belong
So I tuck it all away, like everything’s okay
If I make them all believe it, maybe I’ll believe it too
So with a painted grin, I play the part again
So everyone will see me the way that I see them
Are we happy plastic people
Under shiny plastic steeples
With walls around our weakness
And smiles to hide our pain
But if the invitation’s open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade
Is there anyone who’s been there
Are there any hands to raise
Am I the only one who’s traded
In the altar for a stage
The performance is convincing
And we know every line by heart
Only when no one is watching
Can we really fall apart
But would it set me free
If I dared to let you see
The truth behind the person
That you imagine me to be
Would your arms be open
Or would you walk away
Would the love of Jesus
Be enough to make you stay
Well if the invitation’s open
To every heart that has been broken
Maybe then we close the curtain
On our stained glass masquerade
Is there anyone that fails
Is there anyone that falls
Am I the only one in church today feelin’ so small
Friday, February 06, 2009
Watch Me On The News!!
http://www.globaltv.com/globaltv/bc/microsites/phoenix/index.html
It's the clip called "Project Lockstep"
It's the clip called "Project Lockstep"
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Journal Entry from Jan 7th
I found this journal entry from Jan 7th (it says 4am, harsh) and I really thought I should type it out so more people than just me could see it.
"Wow! what a change of pace! I finally realized why I can't sleep and I'm a total idiot! This year is going to be fantastic. It's a year of new beginnings, new life and REVIVAL. This year is about advancing in faith and in obidience to the Lord, it's about showing your authentic self to him and everyone around you (be real with yourself) If you're covering up yourself with a mask, how will people see Jesus in you or anyone else? How will they see the immense shining light pouring out of your heart and soul?
At pray the bible today God really convicted me about neglecting his word and how I need to really dive into him and the word fully and really expirience who he is.
Father I pray that you would bring new life and new motivation for the conquerors session. I pray that we would all be washed completely clean and able to start a new year off right. Father I pray for myself that you would give me clarity of mind, I pray that I would understand how I'm feeling and I wouldn't be afraid to let people know how I feel. Yahweh, you are holy and blameless, thank-you for everything you have given us, and everything you WILL give us. You are the one true God."
"Wow! what a change of pace! I finally realized why I can't sleep and I'm a total idiot! This year is going to be fantastic. It's a year of new beginnings, new life and REVIVAL. This year is about advancing in faith and in obidience to the Lord, it's about showing your authentic self to him and everyone around you (be real with yourself) If you're covering up yourself with a mask, how will people see Jesus in you or anyone else? How will they see the immense shining light pouring out of your heart and soul?
At pray the bible today God really convicted me about neglecting his word and how I need to really dive into him and the word fully and really expirience who he is.
Father I pray that you would bring new life and new motivation for the conquerors session. I pray that we would all be washed completely clean and able to start a new year off right. Father I pray for myself that you would give me clarity of mind, I pray that I would understand how I'm feeling and I wouldn't be afraid to let people know how I feel. Yahweh, you are holy and blameless, thank-you for everything you have given us, and everything you WILL give us. You are the one true God."
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Fling out the banner!
For the first time in a while, God has been filling my head with things to say and things to do... fancy that! I have this book called "Beautiful Poems on Jesus" it's a really old book and uses a lot of old language, but I'm totally in love with it, and most of the time find it hard to even put it down (which, if you know me.. would be suprised) Anyways, I came across this poem, and God really showed me that it was something that needed to be shared with my session, so I thought I should blog it aswell, because you know... blogging is good.
The Banner Of The Cross by Bishop Doane
Fling out the banner! Let it float.
Skyward ans seaward, high and wide;
The sun that lights its shining folds
The cross on which the Savior died.
Fling out the banner! Angels bend,
In anxious silence, o'er the sign;
And vainly seek to comprehend
The wonder of the love divine.
Fling out the banner! Heathen lands
Shall see from far the glorious sight,
And nations, crowding to be born,
Baptize their spirits in its light.
Fling out the banner! Sin-sick souls,
That sink and perish in the strife
Shall touch in faith its radiant hem,
And spring immortal into life.
Fling out the banner! Let it float.
Skyward and Seaward, high and wide
Our glory only in the cross;
Our only hope, the Crucified
Fling out the banner! Wide and high,
Seaward and Skyward, let it shine;
Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours;
We conquer only in that sign.
It really reminded me that there is no way we can truly be conquerors unless we are paired up with the almighty, because there is absolutely no way that we could do all this in our own strength. We are under the banner of Christ, and we conquer only in that sign.
The Banner Of The Cross by Bishop Doane
Fling out the banner! Let it float.
Skyward ans seaward, high and wide;
The sun that lights its shining folds
The cross on which the Savior died.
Fling out the banner! Angels bend,
In anxious silence, o'er the sign;
And vainly seek to comprehend
The wonder of the love divine.
Fling out the banner! Heathen lands
Shall see from far the glorious sight,
And nations, crowding to be born,
Baptize their spirits in its light.
Fling out the banner! Sin-sick souls,
That sink and perish in the strife
Shall touch in faith its radiant hem,
And spring immortal into life.
Fling out the banner! Let it float.
Skyward and Seaward, high and wide
Our glory only in the cross;
Our only hope, the Crucified
Fling out the banner! Wide and high,
Seaward and Skyward, let it shine;
Nor skill, nor might, nor merit ours;
We conquer only in that sign.
It really reminded me that there is no way we can truly be conquerors unless we are paired up with the almighty, because there is absolutely no way that we could do all this in our own strength. We are under the banner of Christ, and we conquer only in that sign.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Too Bright To See, Too Loud To Hear
Good God, if your song leaves our lips
If your work leaves our hands
Then we will be wonders and vagabonds
They will stare and say how empty we are
How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men
Let us be cold, make us weak
Let us, because we all have ears
Let us, because we all have eyes
How they knew that this would happen
We're so run down
Good God! Can you still get us home...
How can we still get home
I'm not dreaming
We're forgetting our forgiveness
If your work leaves our hands
Then we will be wonders and vagabonds
They will stare and say how empty we are
How the freedom we had turned us up as dead men
Let us be cold, make us weak
Let us, because we all have ears
Let us, because we all have eyes
How they knew that this would happen
We're so run down
Good God! Can you still get us home...
How can we still get home
I'm not dreaming
We're forgetting our forgiveness
Sunday, January 04, 2009
Rest & Relaxation
My break is coming to an end here in Nanaimo, and I will be heading back to Vancouver on Tuesday morning!.... This has been an interesting two weeks. Being home for such a long time has been both good and bad. I started swearing more, which is so weird, and I don't like it at all... I guess I just started talking like everyone around me. I feel dissconnected from my sessionmates, and I can't wait to have that back. I had mixed emotions coming here, and I'm leaving with them aswell. Home is weird now. Not the same as it used to be. I don't have things here, I don't have a bed, I don't have a room, I don't have anything. Vancouver is my home. Vancouver is where my heart is, and I think that's why I feel so discontent here.
Of course the temptation of quitting war college has been there, that was inevitable. But of course, I'm not listening to those lies that life will be easier if I just stay here, If i just quit everything.
I need prayer for perseverance, motivation, and a hunger and thirst for the presence of God, and his word.
I seem to think this situation is pretty dior.
Of course the temptation of quitting war college has been there, that was inevitable. But of course, I'm not listening to those lies that life will be easier if I just stay here, If i just quit everything.
I need prayer for perseverance, motivation, and a hunger and thirst for the presence of God, and his word.
I seem to think this situation is pretty dior.
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Best Kettle Shift Ever
Nothing for the rest of the kettle season can beat my last kettle shift, and I really would like to see something that could, because I think it would be amazing.
ANYWAYS....
The night started out relatively normal, I forgot my bells so standing there became boring really really fast. All of the sudden, I hear a band.. and I look down the street and a Salvation Army band is standing down the street with a kettle... my first reaction was (what the junk? they're stealing my thunder!) So, being the curious person I am, I pick up my kettle and head down to the band to see whats going on... Once I get there I realized its the CTV tv station and the Harbourlight mens choir is singing on the news. I saw all the guys and they all told me that they were worried about me standing there all alone. I dont mind it (but's its good to know someone actually cares). I hung out with them for a little bit because there was no way I was going to make any money at my kettle if there was a band 10 metres away from me... I eventually wandered back to my kettle and about 4 of the band members came out to my kettle and played for me for about 15 minutes! it was awesome! THEN Darrin and a couple other people came out to my kettle and talked to me for a while and Darrin bought me a coffee (hot coffee = awesome on a kettle shift) My night ended with about 20 guys singing christmas carols around my kettle. Completely hilarious and I loved every second of it.
ANYWAYS....
The night started out relatively normal, I forgot my bells so standing there became boring really really fast. All of the sudden, I hear a band.. and I look down the street and a Salvation Army band is standing down the street with a kettle... my first reaction was (what the junk? they're stealing my thunder!) So, being the curious person I am, I pick up my kettle and head down to the band to see whats going on... Once I get there I realized its the CTV tv station and the Harbourlight mens choir is singing on the news. I saw all the guys and they all told me that they were worried about me standing there all alone. I dont mind it (but's its good to know someone actually cares). I hung out with them for a little bit because there was no way I was going to make any money at my kettle if there was a band 10 metres away from me... I eventually wandered back to my kettle and about 4 of the band members came out to my kettle and played for me for about 15 minutes! it was awesome! THEN Darrin and a couple other people came out to my kettle and talked to me for a while and Darrin bought me a coffee (hot coffee = awesome on a kettle shift) My night ended with about 20 guys singing christmas carols around my kettle. Completely hilarious and I loved every second of it.
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Foreign Silence
Sally and I were in New West the other day for a band concert we were volunteering at, and we were waiting at the bus stop to go home, and we looked at the streets, and they were empty, and everything was quiet. We started getting really weirded out, because a quiet street has become something totally foreign to us. Then a guy walked down the street and we started getting really uncomfortable because there was no one around, and Sally mentioned that she was scared. It was funny to think about, how we're scared of an empty street in New West more than we're scared about walking down Hastings.
(p.s - the guy turned out to be a 15 year old who was probably scared of us...)
something to think about...
(p.s - the guy turned out to be a 15 year old who was probably scared of us...)
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Nanaimo
I had a really interesting day yesterday, seeing people in treatment that I really doubted (HALLELUJAH!) Had a kettle shift at HMV which went by really fast. I was listening to the comedy of Mitch Hedberg, and it was really funny when I would laugh at it and people would walk by thinking I was laughing at them...So kettling every day has finally kicked off, and it's not that bad...yet. Right now I'm just content with whats going on, but ask me again in a month and you'll get my real opinion.
Lately I've started to feel homesick, and that doesn't really happen very easy for me, but it's just starting to set in. I miss my brothers, and my mom and my dad...I just miss Nanaimo, which is weird to think about because before I left I couldn't wait to get out of that place. and I was thinking about it, and I think I really just miss being comfortable, being at home and being comfortable with where I am, (not that I'm not here, just more so at home...) Im excited to be home for 2 weeks at christmas, that will either help me... or really make me miss home more... We'll see what happens. Im just counting down the days until I get to have a break from this place and finally hug my mom, and go to terminal park mcdonalds, and go to woodgrove mall and eat poutine from pirate chips and go to my CORPS! I'm just so excited to go home!
20 days!
Lately I've started to feel homesick, and that doesn't really happen very easy for me, but it's just starting to set in. I miss my brothers, and my mom and my dad...I just miss Nanaimo, which is weird to think about because before I left I couldn't wait to get out of that place. and I was thinking about it, and I think I really just miss being comfortable, being at home and being comfortable with where I am, (not that I'm not here, just more so at home...) Im excited to be home for 2 weeks at christmas, that will either help me... or really make me miss home more... We'll see what happens. Im just counting down the days until I get to have a break from this place and finally hug my mom, and go to terminal park mcdonalds, and go to woodgrove mall and eat poutine from pirate chips and go to my CORPS! I'm just so excited to go home!
20 days!
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
He Is The Redeemer!
Hallelujah!
Today I was waiting in the harbourlight line for my lunch and a guy wearing a Santa hat walked (key word, I'll explain later) past me. I knew I recognized him, but I couldn't place where I knew him from. I suddenly remembered who he was and I couldn't breathe. I had met him previously while we were doing an open air in pigeon park and he was drunk out of his mind in a wheelchair. He sang with us the whole time, and I remember him asking us to sing amazing grace over and over again, and here he was in front of me, completely sober and WALKING around... I was completely flabbergasted and I couldn't believe my eyes. PRAISE THE LORD! Answered prayer is so sweet. After I saw him I went back to my house and opened up my prayer journal and found about 2 or 3 pages of prayers for this guy. Right now I'm just overcome with happiness that he's found sobriety. He didn't remember who I was when I talked to him today, but he thanked me for whatever it was that I did. Give glory to God!
Praise The Lord!
Thursday, November 27, 2008
I Am A Soldier In The Army Of My God.
The Lord Jesus Christ is my Commanding Officer.
The Holy Bible is my code of conduct.
Faith, love, prayer and the Word are my weapons of warfare.
I have been taught by the Holy Spirit.
Trained by experience,
tried by adversity,
and tested by fire.
I am a volunteer in this army,
and I am enlisted for eternity.
I will either retire in this Army in the end or die in this Army;
but I will not get out, sell out, be talked out,
I am faithful, capable and dependable.
If my God needs me,
I am there.
If he needs me in Sunday school to teach children,
work with the youth, help adults
or just sit and learn,
He can use me
because I am there!
I am a soldier.
I am not a baby.
I do not need to be pampered,
petted, primped up, pumped up,
picked up, or pepped up.
I am a soldier. No one has to call me,
remind me,
write me, visit me,
entice me, lure me.
I am a soldier
I am not a wimp.
I am in place, saluting my King,
obeying his orders, praising his name,
and building his kingdom!
I am a soldier.
No one has to send me flowers,
gifts, food,
cards, candy,
or give me handouts.
I do not need to be cuddled, cradled
cared for, or catered to.
I am committed!
I cannot have my feelings hurt bad enough to turn me around.
I cannot be discouraged enough to turn me aside.
I cannot lose enough to cause me to quit.
When Jesus called me into this Army,
I had nothing.
If I end up with nothing,
I will still come out even.
I will win.
My God will supply all my needs.
I am more than a conqueror.
I will always triumph.
I can do all things through Christ.
I am a Soldier.
Devils cannot defeat me.
People cannot disillusion me.
Weather cannot weary me.
Sickness cannot stop me.
Battles cannot beat me.
Money cannot buy me.
Governments cannot silence me.
and Hell cannot handle me!
I am a soldier.
Even death cannot destroy me.
For when my commander calls me from this battlefield,
He will promote me to a captain
and then bring me back to rule this world with him.
I am a soldier,
marching Heaven bound.
Here I stand.
Will you stand with me?
The Holy Bible is my code of conduct.
Faith, love, prayer and the Word are my weapons of warfare.
I have been taught by the Holy Spirit.
Trained by experience,
tried by adversity,
and tested by fire.
I am a volunteer in this army,
and I am enlisted for eternity.
I will either retire in this Army in the end or die in this Army;
but I will not get out, sell out, be talked out,
I am faithful, capable and dependable.
If my God needs me,
I am there.
If he needs me in Sunday school to teach children,
work with the youth, help adults
or just sit and learn,
He can use me
because I am there!
I am a soldier.
I am not a baby.
I do not need to be pampered,
petted, primped up, pumped up,
picked up, or pepped up.
I am a soldier. No one has to call me,
remind me,
write me, visit me,
entice me, lure me.
I am a soldier
I am not a wimp.
I am in place, saluting my King,
obeying his orders, praising his name,
and building his kingdom!
I am a soldier.
No one has to send me flowers,
gifts, food,
cards, candy,
or give me handouts.
I do not need to be cuddled, cradled
cared for, or catered to.
I am committed!
I cannot have my feelings hurt bad enough to turn me around.
I cannot be discouraged enough to turn me aside.
I cannot lose enough to cause me to quit.
When Jesus called me into this Army,
I had nothing.
If I end up with nothing,
I will still come out even.
I will win.
My God will supply all my needs.
I am more than a conqueror.
I will always triumph.
I can do all things through Christ.
I am a Soldier.
Devils cannot defeat me.
People cannot disillusion me.
Weather cannot weary me.
Sickness cannot stop me.
Battles cannot beat me.
Money cannot buy me.
Governments cannot silence me.
and Hell cannot handle me!
I am a soldier.
Even death cannot destroy me.
For when my commander calls me from this battlefield,
He will promote me to a captain
and then bring me back to rule this world with him.
I am a soldier,
marching Heaven bound.
Here I stand.
Will you stand with me?
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