It's been a great week for fun comments from kids.
My Grade 5 kids told me off for describing the promise land as "nice" because "nice is not a Grade 5 level descriptive word Mrs Buzz, it doesn't give you enough information".
I changed my description to "beautiful" and "fertile" but it turns out that "fertile" is a Grade 6 level word because they didn't know what it meant ;)
But my favourite was from 6 year old Angelina at church camp.
We were standing at a camp fire. Above the campfire the campsite had erected the most ginormous cross- at least 12 foot tall and probably 9 foot wide.
Angelina: "I wonder if that was the cross that Jesus died on"
Belinda: "No, I don't think it was. But I think they put it up to remind us that Jesus died for us".
Angelina: (Angelina nodded enthusiastically- then turned back to look at the cross) "WOW, Jesus must have been HUGE!"
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Belinda Block
I've been hit with a bad case of a certain type of writers block.
It's not actually writers block because I'm still working on my novel.
It is not only blog block- it's also facebook status block.
It's the strangest of all blocks because for the first time in my life: I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT MYSELF!!!!!.
Me! BG. I normally love talking about myself! The highlight of working at RMIT CU was the 6 monthly review where Heather and I spent the whole day...and often part of the next, talking about- you guessed it: ME!
I'm an attention seeker. And when I discovered facebook- where 500 of my closest personal friends could hear about ME whenever they wanted- I was in heaven.
But now...I'm starting to find myself a bit boring.
My life has fit into a nice little pattern. I'm pretty happy with what I'm doing and how I'm going. But there isn't really much to say about it.
I could talk about stuff I do. I could tell you about my novel or the latest episode of Battlestar Galactica that I"m watching. I could tell you of what the kids at church are saying or the conversations that I've been having with friends.
I could.
But not today.
I have Belinda Block
love B
It's not actually writers block because I'm still working on my novel.
It is not only blog block- it's also facebook status block.
It's the strangest of all blocks because for the first time in my life: I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT MYSELF!!!!!.
Me! BG. I normally love talking about myself! The highlight of working at RMIT CU was the 6 monthly review where Heather and I spent the whole day...and often part of the next, talking about- you guessed it: ME!
I'm an attention seeker. And when I discovered facebook- where 500 of my closest personal friends could hear about ME whenever they wanted- I was in heaven.
But now...I'm starting to find myself a bit boring.
My life has fit into a nice little pattern. I'm pretty happy with what I'm doing and how I'm going. But there isn't really much to say about it.
I could talk about stuff I do. I could tell you about my novel or the latest episode of Battlestar Galactica that I"m watching. I could tell you of what the kids at church are saying or the conversations that I've been having with friends.
I could.
But not today.
I have Belinda Block
love B
Thursday, October 15, 2009
How cool is this!
How cool is this?
Tim and I won a prize yesterday (well Tim won it but one-flesh and all that means I get to share!)
We get to have a shopping spree at Sydney Airport.
Tim and I were talking about how it's such an unusual, fun prize.
Because if we just won the money, we might just put it in savings, or put it towards some kind of regular expense (like paying for my new dust mite allergy)
If we had a shopping spree at a normal shopping centre we would probably buy a few treats but mainly practical stuff.
But the Airport doesn't do practical stuff.
It does designer clothes
It does fancy jewlergy
It does expensive sunglasses
It does funky electronic gagets.
So even though it would probably be better if we could use it for practical stuff, in some stage way its a treat that we can just use it on stuff we would ordinary never buy for ourselves.
So, Tim and I are going to set aside a day- where we will eat at the foodcourt, make our way around the airport- and spend up some free money.
Pretty cool hey!
love B
PS On a serious note we are very thankful to God for this surprise. It's been funny, as I've said previously I've been thinking lots about suffering and how it works, and the importance of not jumping to conclusions about why God does what he does. But when things like this happen- it's a nice reminder that God does like to give good things to his children. Sometimes it's tough things that make us grow more like him. But once in a while...it's something fun like this!
Tim and I won a prize yesterday (well Tim won it but one-flesh and all that means I get to share!)
We get to have a shopping spree at Sydney Airport.
Tim and I were talking about how it's such an unusual, fun prize.
Because if we just won the money, we might just put it in savings, or put it towards some kind of regular expense (like paying for my new dust mite allergy)
If we had a shopping spree at a normal shopping centre we would probably buy a few treats but mainly practical stuff.
But the Airport doesn't do practical stuff.
It does designer clothes
It does fancy jewlergy
It does expensive sunglasses
It does funky electronic gagets.
So even though it would probably be better if we could use it for practical stuff, in some stage way its a treat that we can just use it on stuff we would ordinary never buy for ourselves.
So, Tim and I are going to set aside a day- where we will eat at the foodcourt, make our way around the airport- and spend up some free money.
Pretty cool hey!
love B
PS On a serious note we are very thankful to God for this surprise. It's been funny, as I've said previously I've been thinking lots about suffering and how it works, and the importance of not jumping to conclusions about why God does what he does. But when things like this happen- it's a nice reminder that God does like to give good things to his children. Sometimes it's tough things that make us grow more like him. But once in a while...it's something fun like this!
Medical Answers
I have just found out the the hives that I have been experiencing are due to dust mites.
Such a relief!
Such a relief that I don't have to give up any foods that I love :)
I went on the following website to work out what I should do- as my appointment with the dermitologist to talk about my results won't be for a few weeks yet.
http://www.betterhealth.vic.gov.au/
It is actually an awesome website. It has facts sheets on lots of different medical issues, and unlike most stuff on the internet it's usually researched based stuff.
But as I read the sheet I had all these little "kerching" sounds in my head- imagining the sound that old fashion cash registers made when they open. Because there will be some expenses involved.
At first- small simple ones:
-A micro fibre duster so that it traps dust and dust mights rather than letting them into the air like a feather one would.
-Dust mite resistant bed covers
-Washing bedsheets once a week with eucalyptus oil infused cleaning products (not really a kerching- but definately time consuming!)
And long term:
-Buy leather lounges
-Synthetic pillows and doona
-Venetian blinds
-Get rid of carpet where-ever we end up living.
But the plus!
Tim now needs to do all the vaccuming- with me safely out of the house!
:)
love B
Such a relief!
Such a relief that I don't have to give up any foods that I love :)
I went on the following website to work out what I should do- as my appointment with the dermitologist to talk about my results won't be for a few weeks yet.
http://www.betterhealth.vic.gov.au/
It is actually an awesome website. It has facts sheets on lots of different medical issues, and unlike most stuff on the internet it's usually researched based stuff.
But as I read the sheet I had all these little "kerching" sounds in my head- imagining the sound that old fashion cash registers made when they open. Because there will be some expenses involved.
At first- small simple ones:
-A micro fibre duster so that it traps dust and dust mights rather than letting them into the air like a feather one would.
-Dust mite resistant bed covers
-Washing bedsheets once a week with eucalyptus oil infused cleaning products (not really a kerching- but definately time consuming!)
And long term:
-Buy leather lounges
-Synthetic pillows and doona
-Venetian blinds
-Get rid of carpet where-ever we end up living.
But the plus!
Tim now needs to do all the vaccuming- with me safely out of the house!
:)
love B
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Writing
Dear Friends,
It's been a crazy week of writing. In the space of this week I've written about 13 pages of my novel. That may not seem like a big deal to those who've never written one- but it was just an amazing slog for me- who had been re-writing so much that I had completed 2 pages in the previous 2 months!
Oh I love it, I love it, I love it.
I love writing a scene completely from scratch- where I just get to a section of the story with a gap and I just write. And then I look at it surprised and say "Wow, so that's what happened! So interesting and unexpected".
I love putting into words scenes and realities that have been sitting in my head for often over a year and seeing them finally make their way onto my computer screen.
And its scary because now I'm starting to think I can't just comfort myself that I'll probably get sick of it and move onto another story soon. If things keep going as is some day I will actually have the first draft of a novel. And then I will have to do something with it- like find an agent or approach a publisher. And that is very, very scary.
I always wanted to be an author. Even now- I'm constantly coming up with new ideas for stories, or even non-fiction works.
This week I've been thinking alot about suffering, which is a little ironic because it's been such a beautiful week! I think to be honest that is part of the reason I can think about it- I find it hard to be introspective and thoughtful about things when I'm going through them.
I've been thinking about how so much of my life I've been faced with suffering and my attitude has been "wait, God will make it all better soon". And yet the more I look around me- I see that this is not how it works. Some suffering lasts a life-time. Life is not always filled with moment of "Oh, so that's why God let that happen!" Sometimes it is. Often it isn't.
I would love to write a book about how to think about what we can expect from the Christian life. The good and the bad. And also what are things that we are often programed to expect (like easy answers as to what God is doing) and more helpful ways of thinking about them. I'd like to write a book that is positive and uplifting and realistic.
One more to add to the list.
love B
It's been a crazy week of writing. In the space of this week I've written about 13 pages of my novel. That may not seem like a big deal to those who've never written one- but it was just an amazing slog for me- who had been re-writing so much that I had completed 2 pages in the previous 2 months!
Oh I love it, I love it, I love it.
I love writing a scene completely from scratch- where I just get to a section of the story with a gap and I just write. And then I look at it surprised and say "Wow, so that's what happened! So interesting and unexpected".
I love putting into words scenes and realities that have been sitting in my head for often over a year and seeing them finally make their way onto my computer screen.
And its scary because now I'm starting to think I can't just comfort myself that I'll probably get sick of it and move onto another story soon. If things keep going as is some day I will actually have the first draft of a novel. And then I will have to do something with it- like find an agent or approach a publisher. And that is very, very scary.
I always wanted to be an author. Even now- I'm constantly coming up with new ideas for stories, or even non-fiction works.
This week I've been thinking alot about suffering, which is a little ironic because it's been such a beautiful week! I think to be honest that is part of the reason I can think about it- I find it hard to be introspective and thoughtful about things when I'm going through them.
I've been thinking about how so much of my life I've been faced with suffering and my attitude has been "wait, God will make it all better soon". And yet the more I look around me- I see that this is not how it works. Some suffering lasts a life-time. Life is not always filled with moment of "Oh, so that's why God let that happen!" Sometimes it is. Often it isn't.
I would love to write a book about how to think about what we can expect from the Christian life. The good and the bad. And also what are things that we are often programed to expect (like easy answers as to what God is doing) and more helpful ways of thinking about them. I'd like to write a book that is positive and uplifting and realistic.
One more to add to the list.
love B
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Answered prayer
We got offered a College unit and are very, very happy.
Today I was walking along, and for the first time in ages I noticed again the roses that line the walkway from the station to the church.
Why is it that when I'm happy, things that make me happy appear everywhere?
Why is it that when I"m not I don't even notice them?
Curious.
love B
Friday, October 2, 2009
Dealing with uncertainty
I hate uncertainty.
I hate it with a passion.
Most of the time i deal with it, following my mothers advice and trying to see it as "an adventure".
Most of the time I tell myself that God is in control and that even if I don't know what is going to happen, God does and that should bring me comfort.
Most of the time I can cope with it.
Not yesterday.
Yesterday I spent the whole day stressing, assuming that it would be the day we would find out if College had a place for us to live next year. You see, they don't have enough for everyone, so you apply- write a letter about your circumstances and hope for the best.
I spent the whole day stressing, until I got the call from Tim saying that they couldn't tell us yet.
It's not just the housing thing. It's everything. So much uncertainty. In everything. My future plans always start with: "If this happens, then this". I hate it. And I couldn't cope.
I woke up this morning. Tim's sister and her husband were staying with us. It was fun. They really like the place that we live. I felt a bit better.
I was so stressed about where we would live when we first moved up. And this place has been a huge blessing.
(Sigh)
I hate uncertainty. Please God help me to keep trusting you through it. Amen
I hate it with a passion.
Most of the time i deal with it, following my mothers advice and trying to see it as "an adventure".
Most of the time I tell myself that God is in control and that even if I don't know what is going to happen, God does and that should bring me comfort.
Most of the time I can cope with it.
Not yesterday.
Yesterday I spent the whole day stressing, assuming that it would be the day we would find out if College had a place for us to live next year. You see, they don't have enough for everyone, so you apply- write a letter about your circumstances and hope for the best.
I spent the whole day stressing, until I got the call from Tim saying that they couldn't tell us yet.
It's not just the housing thing. It's everything. So much uncertainty. In everything. My future plans always start with: "If this happens, then this". I hate it. And I couldn't cope.
I woke up this morning. Tim's sister and her husband were staying with us. It was fun. They really like the place that we live. I felt a bit better.
I was so stressed about where we would live when we first moved up. And this place has been a huge blessing.
(Sigh)
I hate uncertainty. Please God help me to keep trusting you through it. Amen
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