Look at this! I am back!
I want to warn you about a strange phenomenon! When you pray crazy, ridiculously massive prayers, like the ones that come from a place that is so deep that as soon as they leave your mouth you almost try and stuff them back in, guess what? God hears those prayers and actually takes each one of them seriously. He is moved by every one of your passionate decrees. As soon as you pray it, He is faithful to begin to answer it.
So, if you want your comfortable life messed up, then keep praying prayers that scare the wits out of you! You are positioning yourself to step into what is possible through the God of the impossible who lives inside of you. He wants to do abundantly above and beyond anything we can ever ask or imagine, (Eph 3:20) So why not ask or imagine something far greater than you ever have before.
This is just the way I have always prayed. God has graced me with faith to believe that my prayers no matter how big or ridiculous would be heard and answered. I remember that as a child, I prayed AND believed for big things. After all, He is a rewarder of those that diligently seek Him (Hebrews 11:6) And so it should have come as no surprise to me when God began to place in me dreams far greater than I ever could have imagined, than I still can barely fathom.
It has been a dream come true, being here in Redding these past two years. I remember how hard I wept when I found the Bethel website and read the description of the school. Such was the strength of passion and the longing in me to be immersed in the culture they described. All I wanted was a chance to have a season where I was almost forced to pursue intimacy and power. I knew there was so much more of God to discover, and so much more that had to be expressed through my life to the world around me. All I honestly wanted was to pursue Him, to seek His face with all I had, and I knew that this was absolutely the place for me to do that.
You know when you get a promise from God and it seems impossible with many obstacles in between you and what would make that dream a reality. But you know, that you know, there is nothing that is going to stop you from partaking of that promise. Well that was how it was when I began to pursue this dream. There were so many things that, in the natural realm, made it seem impossible. Being poised to inherit a 7th generation successful family farm as the only son was a big one. It being impossible financially and not appearing in anyway a smart financial decision was another. The pain of moving away from all my family and friends, being the captain of the Football Club and having to leave a week before final's started, VISA's, having a young family with our third child still under a year old.
Whatever would make it impossible seemed to multiply around us, but we had a word from the LORD to go and NOTHING was going to stand in the way of all of those ridiculous prayers that I had prayed for years. God had set me up.
God made a way where there was no way and we did make it over to Redding and I did attend 2 years at the School of Ministry. Although many things have been and still are hard, there is nothing as truly life giving as stepping into the very thing your spirit has longed for all of your life. This school and the experiences in it have changed me in every way and I feel so thankful to God and to everyone who has contributed in any way to make this dream become a reality.
Is there something inside of you that you know is a God dream that you just can't shake? Are there things inside of you that you know if you went after would mean your normal life would crumble around you? But you still wonder what would happen if you allowed yourself to pursue that thing that burns inside of you? Or the one area of life that really excites you but makes no sense in pursuing?
I can only say that from my families experience it has been absolutely worth it, it's been even better than I ever thought it could have been. My advice for what it is worth if it burns in you so brightly that you can't possibly ignore it then don't ignore it!
So BSSM 2nd year was a challenging, stretching and amazing year for me and the whole family. My class was full of the most amazing young emerging leaders that will be known throughout the earth in the next 20 years or so. In light of this, it can be a very challenging place if you allow yourself to start comparing yourself to those around you. I had to work through a lot of performance and fear this year. It was a whole new challenge to have things to lead and run, and at the same time unlearning any mindsets about having to be the best or the most anointed rather than the one chosen and called to lead.
I didn't realize how much of a perfectionist I was and how you can be deceived and think it's just God given excellence. It really can be a fine line between the two. God in His grace, gently uproots and exposes and leads us to change. I will always be on this journey of becoming more and more like Him, and so in no way have I graduated from that process but I feel like I progressed significantly this year in this area, and I am so thankful for that opportunity. As I step into Christian ministry and leadership, I want to do it from a place of purity of heart and not a desire to impress anyone or protect my image. In that respect, 2nd year was vital.
It was fun to start running home groups and be chosen to be the "Senior Leader" of our Church Leadership Track where we would run actual Church services with a congregation and everything. It was super stretching as I really had no idea what I was doing!!! HAHA, but He helped me and I grew a lot.
I was again nominated for the M. Earl Johnson award, which is the individual award given out to one male and one female student who best typifies the definition of a revivalist. For all the Aussies: kind of like the Brownlow medal for my school! There were 16 nominees from the whole school of over 600 so I was again humbled to be nominated.
They announced the nominees in class and the head of the school said "congratulations Ben, but you know you can't win it twice right? I mean come on Ben, what else do you want from us?' It was funny and I was just super glad that I didn't have the stress that I had the year before with knowing I was in with a strong chance of winning and having to prepare a speech!
My two closest mates in school were both nominated and it was fun to sit and watch them squirm through the whole process while I could just enjoy it. As nominees we were each given an individual letter from the head of 2nd year, a small momento and each announced and presented on the stage.
Graduation was such a fun night for me, I had both sets of parents over from Australia which was really special as I did really miss family the year before. I also had a great night celebrating so many of my closest friends, and realizing what God had done in all of us over two years. Looking back and reflecting on all He had done, His faithfulness, His transforming power, and just getting excited with what is going to happen when 600 students of this calibre get released all over the earth, into every sphere of influence in society. Come on Jesus!!
Towards the end of school it became apparent that there could be a possibility of me becoming a staff member and a Pastor in the School. I was asked to have an interview and of course I accepted the invitation. It was a long drawn out process and with so many amazing candidates to chose from, it was truly an honour to even be asked.
It was a case of more than I could ever ask or imagine. I can honestly say I never, ever had the thought of me being employed as a Revival Group Pastor in the school. I had come for 2 years and that was all I could have hoped for. It wasn't until I started having Prophetic words from many people in first year that they saw me doing that role, and as my identity began to change, where for the first time I saw myself the way God saw me, then, when I was given the individual award after first year I thought maybe this was actually a possibility and so a dream was born in my heart, with a word from God to go with it.
It was actually scary to begin to dream of something that I wanted so much, it was as though I was opening up this massive area of disappointment that if I didn't dream and pursue it I would never open up my heart to the possibility of such pain.
I seemed to be going along okay during the interview process but during the final tick of approval interview from the head of the whole school and the dean I seemed to just tighten up and I had a stinker of an interview and I had to wait for a few weeks to find out. I thought that I had lost my chance as it really didn't go great! It was kind of like torture but at the same time I got to trust God, and realize that it's not about how I "performed" in the interview it was about me as a person and the call of God on my life that they could see I carried to be able to do the job.
And so I finally got the phone call that I had been waiting for and I was offered the job as a Revival Group Pastor in 1st year BSSM! AMAZING!!! I will pastor around 65 students and lead 3 or 4 interns through the school year. I will also be getting other pastoral/staff/ministry opportunities and responsibilities in school and different Church services/conferences during the year.
The opportunity to step into Ministry in such an incredible School and Church is a just such a great blessing. To lead in a culture that is healthy really sets up my future as a leader, where ever God takes me. To be able to join in staff meetings with some of my absolute heroes is an incredible bonus. It will be a strange transition from student to staff member, but one that I am looking forward to wholeheartedly.
So I start my new job in a week! My first official day is the 5th of August and so one chapter ends and another one starts. We went through all kinds of fun to get our new VISA's sorted which Jo is going to entertain you with in the coming weeks. (Isn't she an incredible writer!! If you think so you should tell her because I tell her and she just thinks I am being biased!! But she really is isn't she.)
We are staying in Redding, California for at least the next two years as that is how long our VISA lasts for. It is really exciting but also a little sad, as we always miss our Aussie family and friends. We are aware of the consequences of our decisions to stay, like our kids not able to grow up all together with their cousins and all the little things that come with being away from Australia for so long.
Like having 3 young Australian children that sound exactly like little American's! Yep it has come to that.
But we have counted the cost and know that this is absolutely right where we need to be for this season and we continue to ask for your prayers, your phone calls, Skype chats, text and Facebook messages. We really are a long way away and so value any contact or encouragement from back home as we love and miss you all so much.
I personally would value your prayers as I am definitely being thrown in the deep end which is the answer to many of those crazy prayers I have always prayed. And exactly how I want it to be but it is always uncomfortable when you feel like you can't touch the bottom any more.
We are blessed to be getting a wage from my role but we will still be getting less than what it costs to be here for a year. So any financial support is still absolutely welcome and deeply appreciated also.
So hopefully I have gotten you all up to date with the incredible first two years of this journey and can't wait for what God does in this next season. So stay tuned!
Tuesday, 30 July 2013
Wednesday, 17 July 2013
Latvia? Where is Lativa?
So for my next trick or should I say so for my next trip!!
Another installment of my attempt at catching you up with some of my experiences this last year.
So as part of our second year student experience at BSSM (Bethel Supernatural School of Ministry) we get $700 out of our tuition payment to spend towards traveling on Ministry trips with leaders from Bethel Church all over the USA and the world. And for those with more to spend than the allotted $700 you can apply and go on as many trips as you are accepted on.
The school schedule is so full on and for those of us blessed to be married with 3 small kids to add into the mix then there really isn't much more time or money to be found to be traveling during the school year and so I only went on a weekend trip that practically cost nothing as it was just a few hours drive down the road. But is was a really fun trip.
A month or so before school had ended I was approached by the head of 2nd year to be 1 of 4 students to go with Kris Vallotton (Senior Associate Pastor, and head of BSSM) on a trip to Latvia which would be a week and a half after school had finished. It really was an honour as he was asked by Kris to pick the best 4 students in his opinion in school to go on this trip and as I was able to spend my $700 on the trip it didn't make it that expensive and because it was after school was finished Jo and I both felt like I was supposed to go. And so I said yes and went.
It is a really important trip to Kris with a lot of access and opportunities for him and so therefore us as well being his ministry trip on this trip. Kris was speaking at an "Empowering Women" conference where we prophesied over the women after the sessions for hours at a time it was so fun but so draining as they just kept on lining up seemingly forever. Kris also spoke at a "Leadership Conference" It wasn't supposed to be just a Christian conference but more leadership principles from a Kingdom perspective. And so not just Leader's in Christian circles came, but also government leaders, business leaders, the wealthiest and most influential of Latvia came it was incredible to see. So as part of this conference our team split up into 2 groups and did something called prophetic booths, where each conference goer was given an allotted time slot to come out and visit us and be prophesied over. Except it wasn't worded like that obviously. It was worded more an opportunity to have a session of direction and encouragement. And so we had world class non believing leaders coming and sitting down with their voice recorder's on their smart phones recording "prophetic" words and directions that we were giving them. Haha it was really stretching and super fun all at once. There were a lot of Christians in these sessions as well but we obviously didn't know which ones. So it was really different than what we had gotten used to as Bethel students, we had to find a completely different language and way of telling them what God was saying.
Oftentimes though after 5 or more minutes of encouragement and accurate prophetic words we went for it with being open about God and how much He loves them and it was astounding to see just how receptive they were to it after encountering how real He actually is and how intimately He knows them and cares about their life. It was rare for them not to leave moved or in tears, God was having so much fun with these leaders.
We were asked to dress in business attire for the conferences. This meant I needed a suit! It was a big change from the usual shorts and tshirt but a fun difference (for a short time at least).
One of the days I was using the toilet/restroom (its where all the revelation happens!) and I felt as though God was giving me a very specific picture of an engineering project in Latvia. As I thought more about it, He gave me more and more insight and I was blown away by the details He was giving me. That day at the conference I wondered who the word was for but didn't feel any leading towards anyone I came into contact with. I shared my experience with my mate who I was rooming with on the trip but I ended up forgetting about it after a while as I was concentrating on everyone else.
Later that afternoon a man came to our table for his allotted 'encouragement time'. I immediately felt that this was the guy. As he sat down I asked him whether the engineering project I 'saw' meant anything to him. His eyes popped open and his jaw dropped. I took that as a yes. The man went on to describe a certain project his company had been considering but as yet had not settled on beginning. I told him everything else the Lord had shown me and soon this man was in tears. It is incredible to watch someone be touched by God simply by knowing that He knows them and the concerns of their heart. I was hesitant to give such a directional word but at the same time confident that it was the right time and that God was moving powerfully in this man.
But it would seem that God was speaking very clearly to him and his company and so it will be fun to see the outcome of his conversations with God and whether he goes ahead with the project.
It was the most crazy clear and direct word I have ever given someone, and first ever word given with such large financial implications if it is right or wrong. All you can do is obey!!
Haha all Glory to God!!
We prophesied for 10 hours a day for 2 days in a row during this leadership conference and I tell you I have never been so spiritually tired in all my life. But wow it was so so so rewarding and life giving to see how God was touching so many.
We also got to go into Government house and pray and prophesy, go to orphanages and minister and love on people. The men on the team got to go out to a men only drug and alcohol re-hab centre where we were given full permission to do as we liked. So we each had a 10 minute slot to share whatever we wanted, which went really well which led into times of prophetic words over individuals and seeing God miraculously heal many of them. They were seriously hardened men. They know each other really well and know which ones are in pain and sick as they had lived together for years many of them. So as they watched old friends getting healed before their eyes and crying and getting touched by the Lord they all wanted prayer for their physical issues it was amazing. We saw 10-15 healed and 8 of these precious men give their lives to Jesus that day and it was truly a humbling experience. God is so good!!!!!
This trip was an incredible experience and one I was so grateful to be a part of. We were treated like kings and taken to the nicest restaurants in Riga. (which is the capital city of Latvia) But because of how far north we were we would be chatting away after our meal and although the sun was still setting it actually was already 11:30pm. We got to have a few meals and good chats with Kris too which was a great thrill to be able to ask him questions and hear his wisdom and humour and around the meal table.
So just a snapshot of another life changing experience from my time in 2nd year BSSM this last year. In my next blog in the next week or so I will tell you more about my school year experience and also some exciting developments for next year!! So stay tuned.
Another installment of my attempt at catching you up with some of my experiences this last year.
So as part of our second year student experience at BSSM (Bethel Supernatural School of Ministry) we get $700 out of our tuition payment to spend towards traveling on Ministry trips with leaders from Bethel Church all over the USA and the world. And for those with more to spend than the allotted $700 you can apply and go on as many trips as you are accepted on.
The school schedule is so full on and for those of us blessed to be married with 3 small kids to add into the mix then there really isn't much more time or money to be found to be traveling during the school year and so I only went on a weekend trip that practically cost nothing as it was just a few hours drive down the road. But is was a really fun trip.
A month or so before school had ended I was approached by the head of 2nd year to be 1 of 4 students to go with Kris Vallotton (Senior Associate Pastor, and head of BSSM) on a trip to Latvia which would be a week and a half after school had finished. It really was an honour as he was asked by Kris to pick the best 4 students in his opinion in school to go on this trip and as I was able to spend my $700 on the trip it didn't make it that expensive and because it was after school was finished Jo and I both felt like I was supposed to go. And so I said yes and went.
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| Riga, Capital of Latvia |
It is a really important trip to Kris with a lot of access and opportunities for him and so therefore us as well being his ministry trip on this trip. Kris was speaking at an "Empowering Women" conference where we prophesied over the women after the sessions for hours at a time it was so fun but so draining as they just kept on lining up seemingly forever. Kris also spoke at a "Leadership Conference" It wasn't supposed to be just a Christian conference but more leadership principles from a Kingdom perspective. And so not just Leader's in Christian circles came, but also government leaders, business leaders, the wealthiest and most influential of Latvia came it was incredible to see. So as part of this conference our team split up into 2 groups and did something called prophetic booths, where each conference goer was given an allotted time slot to come out and visit us and be prophesied over. Except it wasn't worded like that obviously. It was worded more an opportunity to have a session of direction and encouragement. And so we had world class non believing leaders coming and sitting down with their voice recorder's on their smart phones recording "prophetic" words and directions that we were giving them. Haha it was really stretching and super fun all at once. There were a lot of Christians in these sessions as well but we obviously didn't know which ones. So it was really different than what we had gotten used to as Bethel students, we had to find a completely different language and way of telling them what God was saying.
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| Looking sharp for the Kingdom, it's what I do. |
We were asked to dress in business attire for the conferences. This meant I needed a suit! It was a big change from the usual shorts and tshirt but a fun difference (for a short time at least).
One of the days I was using the toilet/restroom (its where all the revelation happens!) and I felt as though God was giving me a very specific picture of an engineering project in Latvia. As I thought more about it, He gave me more and more insight and I was blown away by the details He was giving me. That day at the conference I wondered who the word was for but didn't feel any leading towards anyone I came into contact with. I shared my experience with my mate who I was rooming with on the trip but I ended up forgetting about it after a while as I was concentrating on everyone else.
Later that afternoon a man came to our table for his allotted 'encouragement time'. I immediately felt that this was the guy. As he sat down I asked him whether the engineering project I 'saw' meant anything to him. His eyes popped open and his jaw dropped. I took that as a yes. The man went on to describe a certain project his company had been considering but as yet had not settled on beginning. I told him everything else the Lord had shown me and soon this man was in tears. It is incredible to watch someone be touched by God simply by knowing that He knows them and the concerns of their heart. I was hesitant to give such a directional word but at the same time confident that it was the right time and that God was moving powerfully in this man.
But it would seem that God was speaking very clearly to him and his company and so it will be fun to see the outcome of his conversations with God and whether he goes ahead with the project.
It was the most crazy clear and direct word I have ever given someone, and first ever word given with such large financial implications if it is right or wrong. All you can do is obey!!
Haha all Glory to God!!
We prophesied for 10 hours a day for 2 days in a row during this leadership conference and I tell you I have never been so spiritually tired in all my life. But wow it was so so so rewarding and life giving to see how God was touching so many.
We also got to go into Government house and pray and prophesy, go to orphanages and minister and love on people. The men on the team got to go out to a men only drug and alcohol re-hab centre where we were given full permission to do as we liked. So we each had a 10 minute slot to share whatever we wanted, which went really well which led into times of prophetic words over individuals and seeing God miraculously heal many of them. They were seriously hardened men. They know each other really well and know which ones are in pain and sick as they had lived together for years many of them. So as they watched old friends getting healed before their eyes and crying and getting touched by the Lord they all wanted prayer for their physical issues it was amazing. We saw 10-15 healed and 8 of these precious men give their lives to Jesus that day and it was truly a humbling experience. God is so good!!!!!
This trip was an incredible experience and one I was so grateful to be a part of. We were treated like kings and taken to the nicest restaurants in Riga. (which is the capital city of Latvia) But because of how far north we were we would be chatting away after our meal and although the sun was still setting it actually was already 11:30pm. We got to have a few meals and good chats with Kris too which was a great thrill to be able to ask him questions and hear his wisdom and humour and around the meal table.
So just a snapshot of another life changing experience from my time in 2nd year BSSM this last year. In my next blog in the next week or so I will tell you more about my school year experience and also some exciting developments for next year!! So stay tuned.
Thursday, 11 July 2013
From China, With Love
So loyal followers and supporters!!!!
The time has finally come when I (Ben) will attempt over the course of the next few weeks to catch you up on a lot of my news. I honestly value your love, prayers, and financial support more than you know but that is only because I don't blog often enough to tell you!! Haha but seriously I really do.
I really miss Australia and all of you friends and family deeply, but at the same time have never felt more alive, happy and content with being over here in the States but would love to make more of an effort to keep you updated with my life.
I was so thrilled to be given the opportunity to go on a Mission's trip to China as part of my schooling this year. The school splits up and travels all over the world on Mission's trips. I think the entire school went to over 45 nations on missions trips during that 2-3 week period. Pretty incredible! And a massive logistical operation for the school.
I am really not able to be able to share with you over this medium all of the things I did or who I spoke too or where I went due to the delicate nature of the situation over there, and wanting to protect those that we were lucky enough to minister too and with. And so it makes it hard to share with you the awesome testimonies from our time there. But needless to say it was a very impactful trip, travelling to three different locations across China and meeting with key leaders and being fortunate enough to minister to them and encourage, prophesy and pray for them. It truly was a remarkable honour to minister to these giants of the faith that have gone through so much, and are bearing such INCREDIBLE fruit. God is alive and well in China, and the Gospel is spreading literally out of control, and it won't be stopped by any man or any system.
We encouraged those where persecution was an everyday occurence, and fruit was more sparce or harder to measure. We went to one of the most beautiful areas surely on the entire planet, we did most of the tourist things, like the temple's, the forbidden city, even bike riding and rock climbing.
We stayed at heights equalling Mt Everest base camp, and climbed even higher in a bus to where just bending over trying to tie up your laces left you gasping for breath because you weren't getting enough air into your lungs. We had 5 of the team rotating on 3 Oxygen tanks as we landed at around 14,000 feet with absolutely no time to adjust. Girls where fainting and spewing up, it was pretty full on. It took a couple of days of almost complete rest for everyone to start to feel semi-normal again. I was mostly okay I had a bad headache, but when the first girl fainted I started to run to get the oxygen tank and realized very quickly that walking quickly was going to be the best that I could do without passing out myself. It truly was a bizzarre experience and something that unless you have experienced it you would never think would affect you. Who would have thought that oxygen was so important.
We travelled for over 60 hours on the trip, with many different airports and airplanes. The culture changed more and more the further inland we went. One cultural adjustment that was particularly difficult was the squatting toilet. All for one time I managed to avoid the squatting toilet and quite often most places would have an option for both. And man they love to smoke in China, it's not banned anywhere every room pretty much will have someone smoking in it. AAARRRGGHHH!!! So I am at the airport looking to start my long journey home. Not really being that excited about going to the toilet at 30,000 ft I decide it's best to go while still on the ground. So inside the toilet/restroom they would have mostly squat toilets and often one sit down toilet right at the end. So I get to the end stall and the door is wide open so I glance in hoping to find that elusive "normal" toilet but instead find a man squatting down doing his business, smoking a cigarette, holding his phone infront of his face and texting all at the same time. And I am shocked, slightly disturbed and full of admiration of such a feat all at the same time. I thought that was a fitting way to begin my way home from China, as many things there had looked very different than what I was expecting to see. But unlike that experience in the toilet stall where I had been disturbed with what I had seen, all though I was disturbed at the hopelessness of those stuck in religious Bhuddism, and the attempts to control by those in authority it was nothing compared to what I had expected it to be coming in. Mostly I walked away with a whole new first hand experience of the hope and the level of momentum that Jesus Christ and His bride is having in the great nation of China.
So I just want to say a massive thank you to all of those that contributed in any way to my trip to China, either financially or prayerfully I so appreciate it, and returned back from that trip a different person. I came back with a different perspective on what is possible in God, and how impossible it is for His purposes to be stopped no matter how strong, intentional and powerful the opposition.
He really is winning, and in His grace He uses us to outwork that victory.
The time has finally come when I (Ben) will attempt over the course of the next few weeks to catch you up on a lot of my news. I honestly value your love, prayers, and financial support more than you know but that is only because I don't blog often enough to tell you!! Haha but seriously I really do.
I really miss Australia and all of you friends and family deeply, but at the same time have never felt more alive, happy and content with being over here in the States but would love to make more of an effort to keep you updated with my life.
I was so thrilled to be given the opportunity to go on a Mission's trip to China as part of my schooling this year. The school splits up and travels all over the world on Mission's trips. I think the entire school went to over 45 nations on missions trips during that 2-3 week period. Pretty incredible! And a massive logistical operation for the school.
I am really not able to be able to share with you over this medium all of the things I did or who I spoke too or where I went due to the delicate nature of the situation over there, and wanting to protect those that we were lucky enough to minister too and with. And so it makes it hard to share with you the awesome testimonies from our time there. But needless to say it was a very impactful trip, travelling to three different locations across China and meeting with key leaders and being fortunate enough to minister to them and encourage, prophesy and pray for them. It truly was a remarkable honour to minister to these giants of the faith that have gone through so much, and are bearing such INCREDIBLE fruit. God is alive and well in China, and the Gospel is spreading literally out of control, and it won't be stopped by any man or any system.
We encouraged those where persecution was an everyday occurence, and fruit was more sparce or harder to measure. We went to one of the most beautiful areas surely on the entire planet, we did most of the tourist things, like the temple's, the forbidden city, even bike riding and rock climbing.
We stayed at heights equalling Mt Everest base camp, and climbed even higher in a bus to where just bending over trying to tie up your laces left you gasping for breath because you weren't getting enough air into your lungs. We had 5 of the team rotating on 3 Oxygen tanks as we landed at around 14,000 feet with absolutely no time to adjust. Girls where fainting and spewing up, it was pretty full on. It took a couple of days of almost complete rest for everyone to start to feel semi-normal again. I was mostly okay I had a bad headache, but when the first girl fainted I started to run to get the oxygen tank and realized very quickly that walking quickly was going to be the best that I could do without passing out myself. It truly was a bizzarre experience and something that unless you have experienced it you would never think would affect you. Who would have thought that oxygen was so important.
We travelled for over 60 hours on the trip, with many different airports and airplanes. The culture changed more and more the further inland we went. One cultural adjustment that was particularly difficult was the squatting toilet. All for one time I managed to avoid the squatting toilet and quite often most places would have an option for both. And man they love to smoke in China, it's not banned anywhere every room pretty much will have someone smoking in it. AAARRRGGHHH!!! So I am at the airport looking to start my long journey home. Not really being that excited about going to the toilet at 30,000 ft I decide it's best to go while still on the ground. So inside the toilet/restroom they would have mostly squat toilets and often one sit down toilet right at the end. So I get to the end stall and the door is wide open so I glance in hoping to find that elusive "normal" toilet but instead find a man squatting down doing his business, smoking a cigarette, holding his phone infront of his face and texting all at the same time. And I am shocked, slightly disturbed and full of admiration of such a feat all at the same time. I thought that was a fitting way to begin my way home from China, as many things there had looked very different than what I was expecting to see. But unlike that experience in the toilet stall where I had been disturbed with what I had seen, all though I was disturbed at the hopelessness of those stuck in religious Bhuddism, and the attempts to control by those in authority it was nothing compared to what I had expected it to be coming in. Mostly I walked away with a whole new first hand experience of the hope and the level of momentum that Jesus Christ and His bride is having in the great nation of China.
So I just want to say a massive thank you to all of those that contributed in any way to my trip to China, either financially or prayerfully I so appreciate it, and returned back from that trip a different person. I came back with a different perspective on what is possible in God, and how impossible it is for His purposes to be stopped no matter how strong, intentional and powerful the opposition.
He really is winning, and in His grace He uses us to outwork that victory.
Sunday, 14 April 2013
Getting real about Spica living.
Life with a kid in a spica cast is tricky.
No, scratch that, its damn hard.
Praise God, Hannah had hers taken off a couple weeks ago. I am definitely not sorry to see the back of that thing. Granted, it did do its job and hold Hannah's leg in place so it could heal, so for that I am thankful. Her leg is healed enough to have it taken off and she is under strict instructions not to run or jump or wrestle with her brothers for the next 5 weeks until it is meant to be fully healed and ready to be put through its paces.
The 7 weeks Hannah was in her cast were some of the most intense days I have ever lived. She was so very frustrated, which came out in many many tantrums. She would scream for me and me only, which would frustrate Ben who just wanted to help Hannah and ease the strain on me. Our marriage experienced pressure like never before. It was quite eye opening and I quickly had a new found awe and respect for parents with physically disabled kids.
Most nights I was exhausted physically from lifting Hannah around and emotionally from dealing with screaming tantrums. Admittedly, sometimes they were mine. Thankfully, Hannah slept peacefully every night, bar a couple, so I could at least get a good night's sleep. That in itself is a miracle. I read all sorts of horrid tales of kids in spica's being up all night feeling itchy and uncomfortable. It was just one of many ways the Lord took great care of us during that time.
Over the course of the cast, Hannah decided it was time to be toilet trained. Of course I couldn't refuse but man it was tough lifting her to the loo everytime she thought there was a wee coming. Which was a lot. Like 15+ times a day. Most being false alarms. At any rate, my physique benefitted and now I have the shoulders and biceps of a football player.
Towards the end of the casting period, I started to not enjoy taking her out in public. I began to get sick of the looks and the sympathy. That sounds horrible doesn't it. I know people were being genuinely nice but if I heard one more 'awwwwwwwww' I was going to scream. Or cry. Probably both. One guy we came across in Target gave me no cause for concern as he informed me 'she should be more careful next time.' Thanks mate. How about I punch you in the face? I guess I was just longing for her to be normal again, to not give people a reason to look at us weird. That being said, Hannah seems to attract people where ever she goes, so I guess I just have to get used to it.
Finally the time came for her cast to be removed. The sawing off part went surprisingly well, Hannah was intrigued watching the saw cut down the sides and the loud noise didn't really bother her at all. The problem came when the guy actually removed the cast. Suddenly her legs were free. They flailed all over the place as she had little control over her muscles and her joints were so stiff from being held in one place for so long that she was in a lot of pain. Hannah began to cry and cry. She shook and wailed and it took about 20mins to calm her down. I think she was pretty confused about why it felt so horrible to have the cast off. Her legs were all scaly and skinny and pasty. They looked pretty gross. I had to pick her up to take her to have a xray and she was as light as a feather. Even carrying her made her cry and her legs continued to have a mind of their own, each wobbling about of its accord.
Once Hannah settled down, she realised that she was free. She started to smile, laugh and wriggle her toes. On the way home in the car she kept saying, 'look at my legs, Mum!' She was the happiest I had seen her in almost 8 weeks. She couldn't stand, walk or even move her legs yet but they were free and she was excited! When we put her to bed that night, she moved her legs around and around under the covers, enjoying the feel of the sheets against her skin. She rolled over and exclaimed 'look at me! I am on my tummy!' It was so lovely to see her enjoying her new found limbs.
It took a couple weeks before she could walk by herself. Even now she is not exactly nimble. More robotic. I took her to a friends hot tub a few times just to get her knees and ankles to loosen up. It really helped but it hurt her to put her joints through a full range of motion. Mornings are still a little hard for her as she wakes up a bit stiff and sore. She prefers to crawl out of bed and it takes about an hour before she is ready to take her first steps for the day. She is still quite unsteady on her feet and falls over quite a bit but she is so stubborn and determined that she WILL walk where ever she can. We have been so impressed with her fortitude through out this whole time. She is a remarkable girl with a will of steel and such a powerful spirit. She has been more than a handful but I wouldn't change her. I'm so very proud of her, she'll do great things in her life.
Thanks to everyone who has supported us throughout these last few months. We have so appreciated your love and prayers and practical help. Our community here in Redding has blessed us so deeply. Please keep Hannah in your prayers as she still needs full restoration of her legs so she can run and dance and be the girl she was created to be. A bringer of freedom, a worshipper of her Lord and carrier of hope.
No, scratch that, its damn hard.
Praise God, Hannah had hers taken off a couple weeks ago. I am definitely not sorry to see the back of that thing. Granted, it did do its job and hold Hannah's leg in place so it could heal, so for that I am thankful. Her leg is healed enough to have it taken off and she is under strict instructions not to run or jump or wrestle with her brothers for the next 5 weeks until it is meant to be fully healed and ready to be put through its paces.
The 7 weeks Hannah was in her cast were some of the most intense days I have ever lived. She was so very frustrated, which came out in many many tantrums. She would scream for me and me only, which would frustrate Ben who just wanted to help Hannah and ease the strain on me. Our marriage experienced pressure like never before. It was quite eye opening and I quickly had a new found awe and respect for parents with physically disabled kids.
Most nights I was exhausted physically from lifting Hannah around and emotionally from dealing with screaming tantrums. Admittedly, sometimes they were mine. Thankfully, Hannah slept peacefully every night, bar a couple, so I could at least get a good night's sleep. That in itself is a miracle. I read all sorts of horrid tales of kids in spica's being up all night feeling itchy and uncomfortable. It was just one of many ways the Lord took great care of us during that time.
Over the course of the cast, Hannah decided it was time to be toilet trained. Of course I couldn't refuse but man it was tough lifting her to the loo everytime she thought there was a wee coming. Which was a lot. Like 15+ times a day. Most being false alarms. At any rate, my physique benefitted and now I have the shoulders and biceps of a football player.
Towards the end of the casting period, I started to not enjoy taking her out in public. I began to get sick of the looks and the sympathy. That sounds horrible doesn't it. I know people were being genuinely nice but if I heard one more 'awwwwwwwww' I was going to scream. Or cry. Probably both. One guy we came across in Target gave me no cause for concern as he informed me 'she should be more careful next time.' Thanks mate. How about I punch you in the face? I guess I was just longing for her to be normal again, to not give people a reason to look at us weird. That being said, Hannah seems to attract people where ever she goes, so I guess I just have to get used to it.
Finally the time came for her cast to be removed. The sawing off part went surprisingly well, Hannah was intrigued watching the saw cut down the sides and the loud noise didn't really bother her at all. The problem came when the guy actually removed the cast. Suddenly her legs were free. They flailed all over the place as she had little control over her muscles and her joints were so stiff from being held in one place for so long that she was in a lot of pain. Hannah began to cry and cry. She shook and wailed and it took about 20mins to calm her down. I think she was pretty confused about why it felt so horrible to have the cast off. Her legs were all scaly and skinny and pasty. They looked pretty gross. I had to pick her up to take her to have a xray and she was as light as a feather. Even carrying her made her cry and her legs continued to have a mind of their own, each wobbling about of its accord.
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| Sawing the cast off |
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| Legs free and flopping about |
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| Ready for the hot tub |
Once Hannah settled down, she realised that she was free. She started to smile, laugh and wriggle her toes. On the way home in the car she kept saying, 'look at my legs, Mum!' She was the happiest I had seen her in almost 8 weeks. She couldn't stand, walk or even move her legs yet but they were free and she was excited! When we put her to bed that night, she moved her legs around and around under the covers, enjoying the feel of the sheets against her skin. She rolled over and exclaimed 'look at me! I am on my tummy!' It was so lovely to see her enjoying her new found limbs.
It took a couple weeks before she could walk by herself. Even now she is not exactly nimble. More robotic. I took her to a friends hot tub a few times just to get her knees and ankles to loosen up. It really helped but it hurt her to put her joints through a full range of motion. Mornings are still a little hard for her as she wakes up a bit stiff and sore. She prefers to crawl out of bed and it takes about an hour before she is ready to take her first steps for the day. She is still quite unsteady on her feet and falls over quite a bit but she is so stubborn and determined that she WILL walk where ever she can. We have been so impressed with her fortitude through out this whole time. She is a remarkable girl with a will of steel and such a powerful spirit. She has been more than a handful but I wouldn't change her. I'm so very proud of her, she'll do great things in her life.
Thanks to everyone who has supported us throughout these last few months. We have so appreciated your love and prayers and practical help. Our community here in Redding has blessed us so deeply. Please keep Hannah in your prayers as she still needs full restoration of her legs so she can run and dance and be the girl she was created to be. A bringer of freedom, a worshipper of her Lord and carrier of hope.
Saturday, 9 February 2013
Birthdays and broken bones....
January 31st was Lachie's 5th birthday.
It was a very exciting day because don't you know? Life begins at 5. Well that's what Lachie thought anyway! In Australia, he would have started school last week. In America, he has to wait until September. He is pretty bummed about that, he cant wait to start. That being said, he can already read Sam's 1st grade readers with confidence and expression, count to 100 and write his alphabet. Can someone say 'genius'? He gets that from me.
Anyway, back to his birthday. Before he asked for anything in the way of presents for his birthday, he asked for lasagne and chocolate pudding to be his birthday dinner. He loves his tucker. Our wonderful friends the Millikan's threw him an impromptu birthday party after school on his birthday. It was lovely and Lachie felt very special to have friends around him to celebrate. Mummy felt very special to have a friend like Ali who is organised and generous, to throw her son a party. Note to self; get your act together next year.
We had our wonderful Aussie friends, Tony and Karna here for the week so they got to join us for our delicious birthday feast that night. They gave Lachie the game 'Uno Attack' which has been in play constantly since coming out of the box. Teaching the boys to follow the rules and be gracious winners/losers has been interesting but they are getting the hang of it. Being a good sport is very important to an Aussie. And its very important in life. Proverbs 29:23 says 'A man's pride will bring him low, but the humble in spirit will retain honour'.
So the 'birthday' part of this post title is covered. Now onto the part you are really wondering about. Broken bones.
Last Saturday, at 3:30pm, Hannah broke her left femur.
We were just about to leave to go home from the park when Hannah fell in the bark chips and began to scream. All you parents out there would know the cry that only comes out of your child's mouth when something is seriously hurting. She lay on her back, looking very shocked and not breathing right. We thought that perhaps she had just been winded so we picked her up which brought more screams. She was inconsolable. We tried to figure out where she was hurt as there were no scratches, bleeding or bruising. We asked Sam if anyone had bumped into her or if she had fallen off of the play equipment. He said he was sure neither happened and told us that she had simply fallen over.
With Hannah still screaming we made it back to the car and had concluded that something was wrong with her left leg. We were with some friends who gathered around her and prayed. Not that she let anyone come within arms reach of her leg! She was not a happy girl.
Hannah cried all the way home and I knew something was seriously wrong. She is a super tough kid and usually the hurting cry only lasts a few minutes. This was on another level we'd never experienced before. We got her inside, gave her some ibuprofen and laid her flat on her back on the couch with her legs on a pillow. She eventually calmed down but would not let anyone touch her leg. She was still very shaky and in pain. It was so sad to see her like that.
After some discussion with a doctor friend, we decided to take her into get checked out in the ER. We left the boys in the care of Karna and Tony and took Hannah to Shasta Regional Hospital. We had been advised that their waiting time was less than the other hospital in town, Mercy. We were seen quite quickly and in a few hours, Hannah had been X-rayed and the diagnosis of a broken femur had been given. Hannah did so well. She was up way past her bedtime, licking lollipops and playing with a balloon. She was pretty happy except when anyone wanted to move her.

The doctor informed us that Hannah would possibly need surgery and that she was going to contact the orthopedic surgeon at Mercy. After a while the doctor returned to tell us that Hannah would be taken in an ambulance across town to Mercy Hospital for further treatment. More waiting. Two very kind paramedics came and managed to get Hannah into the ambulance with minimal fuss. God bless ambulance officers. I was able to ride with Hannah and to be honest, I was a little bit excited to be having a trip in an ambulance. A first for me and I wasn't even ill, bonus! Ben followed in our car and met us there.
We were put in another small, white room and Hannah was assessed and I told what felt like 10 people her details. Stumbling every time with saying her birthday because it was 11:30pm and Americans say the month first, then the day, then the year but Aussies say the day, month then year (makes sense, don't you think?). Anyway, Hannah had an IV put in her hand which was not a pleasant experience for anyone and eventually everyone left, the light was turned off and Hannah was able to go to sleep for a little while.
Around 1am, we made it up to the pediatric ward and Hannah was weighed and given her first pain meds. Finally. We got her settled as best we could and she fell asleep quite quickly. I spent the night next to her on a fold out bed. I was so tired it felt amazing. Ben went home to sleep and be with the boys. At 7:30am we were collected for surgery. Hannah and I were taken down to the operating room and I met the surgeon. A no-nonsense guy who gave me the run down on what they planned to do with Hannah's leg. I felt at peace and was sure that he was going to do the best for my precious girl. I said goodbye to Hannah and I could still hear her screaming for me as I walked down the corridor. I waited in the lounge and cried.
After about an hour, the surgeon came and told me that Hannah had been put into a 'spica cast' and he was hopeful that the bone would heal just fine. As he described the cast to me, my heart dropped. It was awful. I was soon taken into recovery and reunited with a very groggy, cranky, thirsty Hannah. She was desperate for a drink of water but ice chips were the best I could offer. She was not impressed. Eventually we were taken back to the ward where Hannah projectile vomited. So much for keeping the cast clean and dry.
She was miserable. It was not a fun day. We were able to take her home later that evening. She was still very sore and not happy with being moved at all. Getting her into the car was tricky and Ben ended up holding her on his lap as she did not want to let him go. We got home and tried to make her as comfortable as possible on the couch. It was late and we were all very tired. Thankfully, Hannah slept all night through without waking. Such a miracle. She did wake in a lot of pain though in the morning and had to be bribed to take her pain meds.
Since then Hannah's pain has dropped every day. She has slept soundly every night and woken relatively happy in the morning. She is more able to be moved as her pain lessens which means she can sit up in the pram and even in her carseat. She is quite frustrated by her cast and had been throwing some rather intense tantrums but I can't guarantee I wouldn't do the same in her position.

During this whole ordeal we have felt loved, supported and covered. It is a wonderful and special thing to be on the receiving end of the concentrated care of the body of Christ. We felt the peace of God over our home and His grace for us to do what needed to be done. We rest in His goodness and are continually praying and declaring healing over Hannah. We are believing for a miracle. We know that God is Healer.
Thankyou to everyone that has prayed, sent messages, provided meals, visited and loved on us. We appreciate it all and are so blessed to have each of you in our lives. Hannah is doing so well, thankyou for loving her and us.
It was a very exciting day because don't you know? Life begins at 5. Well that's what Lachie thought anyway! In Australia, he would have started school last week. In America, he has to wait until September. He is pretty bummed about that, he cant wait to start. That being said, he can already read Sam's 1st grade readers with confidence and expression, count to 100 and write his alphabet. Can someone say 'genius'? He gets that from me.
Anyway, back to his birthday. Before he asked for anything in the way of presents for his birthday, he asked for lasagne and chocolate pudding to be his birthday dinner. He loves his tucker. Our wonderful friends the Millikan's threw him an impromptu birthday party after school on his birthday. It was lovely and Lachie felt very special to have friends around him to celebrate. Mummy felt very special to have a friend like Ali who is organised and generous, to throw her son a party. Note to self; get your act together next year.
We had our wonderful Aussie friends, Tony and Karna here for the week so they got to join us for our delicious birthday feast that night. They gave Lachie the game 'Uno Attack' which has been in play constantly since coming out of the box. Teaching the boys to follow the rules and be gracious winners/losers has been interesting but they are getting the hang of it. Being a good sport is very important to an Aussie. And its very important in life. Proverbs 29:23 says 'A man's pride will bring him low, but the humble in spirit will retain honour'.
So the 'birthday' part of this post title is covered. Now onto the part you are really wondering about. Broken bones.
Last Saturday, at 3:30pm, Hannah broke her left femur.
We were just about to leave to go home from the park when Hannah fell in the bark chips and began to scream. All you parents out there would know the cry that only comes out of your child's mouth when something is seriously hurting. She lay on her back, looking very shocked and not breathing right. We thought that perhaps she had just been winded so we picked her up which brought more screams. She was inconsolable. We tried to figure out where she was hurt as there were no scratches, bleeding or bruising. We asked Sam if anyone had bumped into her or if she had fallen off of the play equipment. He said he was sure neither happened and told us that she had simply fallen over.
With Hannah still screaming we made it back to the car and had concluded that something was wrong with her left leg. We were with some friends who gathered around her and prayed. Not that she let anyone come within arms reach of her leg! She was not a happy girl.
Hannah cried all the way home and I knew something was seriously wrong. She is a super tough kid and usually the hurting cry only lasts a few minutes. This was on another level we'd never experienced before. We got her inside, gave her some ibuprofen and laid her flat on her back on the couch with her legs on a pillow. She eventually calmed down but would not let anyone touch her leg. She was still very shaky and in pain. It was so sad to see her like that.
After some discussion with a doctor friend, we decided to take her into get checked out in the ER. We left the boys in the care of Karna and Tony and took Hannah to Shasta Regional Hospital. We had been advised that their waiting time was less than the other hospital in town, Mercy. We were seen quite quickly and in a few hours, Hannah had been X-rayed and the diagnosis of a broken femur had been given. Hannah did so well. She was up way past her bedtime, licking lollipops and playing with a balloon. She was pretty happy except when anyone wanted to move her.
The doctor informed us that Hannah would possibly need surgery and that she was going to contact the orthopedic surgeon at Mercy. After a while the doctor returned to tell us that Hannah would be taken in an ambulance across town to Mercy Hospital for further treatment. More waiting. Two very kind paramedics came and managed to get Hannah into the ambulance with minimal fuss. God bless ambulance officers. I was able to ride with Hannah and to be honest, I was a little bit excited to be having a trip in an ambulance. A first for me and I wasn't even ill, bonus! Ben followed in our car and met us there.
We were put in another small, white room and Hannah was assessed and I told what felt like 10 people her details. Stumbling every time with saying her birthday because it was 11:30pm and Americans say the month first, then the day, then the year but Aussies say the day, month then year (makes sense, don't you think?). Anyway, Hannah had an IV put in her hand which was not a pleasant experience for anyone and eventually everyone left, the light was turned off and Hannah was able to go to sleep for a little while.
Around 1am, we made it up to the pediatric ward and Hannah was weighed and given her first pain meds. Finally. We got her settled as best we could and she fell asleep quite quickly. I spent the night next to her on a fold out bed. I was so tired it felt amazing. Ben went home to sleep and be with the boys. At 7:30am we were collected for surgery. Hannah and I were taken down to the operating room and I met the surgeon. A no-nonsense guy who gave me the run down on what they planned to do with Hannah's leg. I felt at peace and was sure that he was going to do the best for my precious girl. I said goodbye to Hannah and I could still hear her screaming for me as I walked down the corridor. I waited in the lounge and cried.
After about an hour, the surgeon came and told me that Hannah had been put into a 'spica cast' and he was hopeful that the bone would heal just fine. As he described the cast to me, my heart dropped. It was awful. I was soon taken into recovery and reunited with a very groggy, cranky, thirsty Hannah. She was desperate for a drink of water but ice chips were the best I could offer. She was not impressed. Eventually we were taken back to the ward where Hannah projectile vomited. So much for keeping the cast clean and dry.
She was miserable. It was not a fun day. We were able to take her home later that evening. She was still very sore and not happy with being moved at all. Getting her into the car was tricky and Ben ended up holding her on his lap as she did not want to let him go. We got home and tried to make her as comfortable as possible on the couch. It was late and we were all very tired. Thankfully, Hannah slept all night through without waking. Such a miracle. She did wake in a lot of pain though in the morning and had to be bribed to take her pain meds.
Since then Hannah's pain has dropped every day. She has slept soundly every night and woken relatively happy in the morning. She is more able to be moved as her pain lessens which means she can sit up in the pram and even in her carseat. She is quite frustrated by her cast and had been throwing some rather intense tantrums but I can't guarantee I wouldn't do the same in her position.
During this whole ordeal we have felt loved, supported and covered. It is a wonderful and special thing to be on the receiving end of the concentrated care of the body of Christ. We felt the peace of God over our home and His grace for us to do what needed to be done. We rest in His goodness and are continually praying and declaring healing over Hannah. We are believing for a miracle. We know that God is Healer.
Thankyou to everyone that has prayed, sent messages, provided meals, visited and loved on us. We appreciate it all and are so blessed to have each of you in our lives. Hannah is doing so well, thankyou for loving her and us.
Time Flies!
Well well. If it isn't a blog entry.
It's been a while coming, I know. Things here are rather busy to say the least. And now so much time has passed between posts, I feel a little swamped by the prospect of attempting to cover it all in one go. The natural consequence for procrastination I guess.
So, here's what's happened in the last few months.

It's been a while coming, I know. Things here are rather busy to say the least. And now so much time has passed between posts, I feel a little swamped by the prospect of attempting to cover it all in one go. The natural consequence for procrastination I guess.
So, here's what's happened in the last few months.
- Thanksgiving: This year we were invited to spend Thanksgiving with our wonderful friends the Millikan Family. They are a family of 6 from Seattle, whom we got to know when their son (also named Sam) was in our son Sam's class last year. When the 'new' Sam arrived, our Sam was a little put out. Who was this boy with the same name? What did he think he was playing at, trying to steal his thunder? It was a new phenomenon for our Sam but it didn't take long before the threat of usurpation became a novelty and the boys became firm friends. As the boys grew closer, our families also got to know each other. We had a wonderful meal with them late afternoon on Thanksgiving, too late to be called lunch and too early to be dinner. Apparently that's tradition. It was loud, slightly chaotic and rambunctious but it was also fun, happy and relaxed. Perfect.

- The Turkey Trot: Earlier in the day, Thanksgiving morning, Ali Millikan (the amazing matriarch of the afore mentioned Millkian family) and I ran the 6 mile Turkey Trot. Looking back, I probably shouldn't have dragged her along seeing as she had only given birth 6 weeks earlier. Anyway, she did great and we had a grand ol' time trotting along the Sacramento River trail with a couple thousand others. If anything, it made room for the meal which was to follow later.
- The Holiday Feast: This is an annual community event run by Bethel Church to reach out to the poor, homeless and people in need of Redding. It is a free sit down lunch with three courses entirely done through volunteers. The aim is to give these people a Christmas meal and experience they otherwise would not get. It was held at the Redding Convention Centre and I think over 1000 people were fed. Every table was hosted by a volunteer, who decorated the table with their best china, ornaments, treats and cheer. The meal was served to the people by hundreds of servers, all dressed in black pants and a white shirt. Outside the main dining room was an area reserved for kids to meet Santa, have a photo with him and choose a gift. Outside in the carpark was a huge marquee with tables and tables of secondhand clothes, sleeping bags, blankets etc. When each table had finished eating, each person was given a bag to go and fill up with whatever they wanted. There was live music, a drama and powerful testimonies of God's goodness and love. The gospel was preached and people gave their hearts to Jesus. It really was a demonstration of the Father's love. Watching these people being treated with honour and love was truly incredible. I was privileged to serve in the kitchen and spent time preparing food the day before and then plating up the dishes on the day. It was so much fun. What made it extra special is that right in the middle of the meal, it began to snow outside! It was so very pretty and made the day seem extra special.
- Sam's 7th Birthday: December 21st saw Sam turn 7!! Wow. Time really does fly. I cannot believe that my first baby is growing up so fast. That being said, with each year that passes we get closer to the age when all the kids want to do on Saturday morning is sleep in. I'm looking forward to that. Sam had asked us to buy him a watch for his birthday so I went searching for one that fit all his criteria. It HAD to have a stop watch function. I managed to find one and he was pumped to be able to tell the time. And tell me the time, and tell Ben the time and anyone that came within 3 feet of him. For a while there we knew what time it was every few minutes. It was both irritating and quite handy. Sam would also time us doing various things, without our knowledge. For example, I'd go to the loo and come back to be told, 'woah Mum, you took 10 minutes and 37 seconds in there. Why did you take that long?'. We also invited the Millikan family to join us for an afternoon at Chuck E Cheese's. It's an arcade type place where you buy tokens, the kids use the tokens to play games and the games spit out tickets with which you 'buy' a piece of rubbish toy at the end. Whoever thought it up is a genius. It totally feels like a casino for kids. You pay $50 for a bunch of tokens and end up with a plastic cockroach whose legs snap off on the way home in the car. Genius!! The kids had a blast though and Ben had fun figuring out the machines and making them spurt out ribbons and ribbons of tickets. The kids loved it! Oh and it snowed on his birthday!!!
- Christmas: Christmas without family was a little harder this year. Last year we were blessed to have my parents visiting us at the time and so Christmas felt a little more normal. This time it was just us. It only hit me on Christmas Eve, as I was looking at the Christmas tree and thinking about what our extended family were up to. Feeling sad didn't last long though as I began to be thankful for being here in this place at this time. God reminded me of His goodness once again and I felt much better. We spent the day together as a family enjoying Christmas music, presents, the odd scream fest as the tired kids lost their mind over their new toys, food and cider. We were blessed to have hot chocolate with friends in the afternoon and then on the way home from that we stopped and checked out some outrageous Christmas light displays. All in all, it was a long but wonderful day.
- Randy Clark Healing School: Ben had the honour of serving two of his heroes, Randy Clark and Bill Johnson at the Healing school/conference. Randy is a teacher of the Word and has a strong gift in healing the sick. He has a well known ministry called Global Awakening, which takes him to many nations teaching about healing and doing the stuff! Hundreds of people were healed from all kinds of ailments and illnesses. Even without being prayed for! God's goodness and Presence is that powerful. People were healed from deafness, blindness, cancer, heart disease. Some people had metal dissolve from their bodies and freedom of movement in joints return. One man testified to being healed of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. It was very very powerful. I don't think there was anyone not moved by the goodness of God who was listening to this man describe his new found freedom. Ben had the honour and privilege to serve Randy and Bill as they ministered. Ben ran the mike and helped out with whatever they needed assistance with. He had an absolute ball and loved being able to watch these great leaders move in their anointing. He learnt a lot in those few days about how God moves and how we need to be so sensitive to what He is wanting to do in a room and how He wants to do it and partnering with Him in it.
- Gearing up for Mission Trip: This year Ben has the opportunity to travel to central Asia for his mission trip. Their team has been given open access to places and communities that would not normally welcome westerners. Many of the details will not be disclosed to Ben (or me) until he gets there to protect those they will be meeting with and those on the team. Thankyou to everyone who has so generously sown in prayer and finances for this trip already. We so appreciate your support. Please keep praying for the trip and covering the team while they are away during the first 2 weeks of April. We are excited for what God is going to do in central Asia!!
- General Going's on: The kids are loving school and we are so very blessed to be able to send them to Bethel Christian School. They are happy and healthy and learning each week about who God is and how much He adores them, not to mention all the maths and reading etc. The kids are flourishing and it is a pleasure to watch them grow in awareness of how much they are loved by the Lord and how that knowledge empowers them in the day to day. Sam is cruising through 1st grade and seems to be a hit with the ladies, always bringing home drawings of hearts and rainbows that have been given to him. Takes after his Dad in that way. Hannah loves dancing and singing and anything pretty. She is such a 'girly girl' and yet has this raw power that comes out when she's challenged that is not really lady like. She is hilarious and we love her sense of humor and her funny faces and jokes. I am often blown away by how much personality she has for an almost 3 yr old. She's a little fiery gem and we love her!
Well, thats about it I think. Hopefully it won't take me so long to write next time. It started to feel as though I had a uni assignment to do that I was avoiding, which is a horrible feeling! Who knew blogging came with such pressure!
Friday, 2 November 2012
Time to dream
Being here in Redding is a dream come true.
God really values our dreams. Not just the ones we have while we sleep, although our sleeping dream time is often used by Him to speak to us. I'm talking about the real deep down desires of our hearts. The things we tend not to tell everyone we meet because they are like a treasure; hidden and waiting for the right time to be revealed. Or they are so outrageous that to disclose them to another person requires a very deep level of trust.
I am becoming alive to my dreams. Things I didn't even know I felt. Desires I have never had the arena or permission to explore. It is a very liberating experience, being given the freedom to dream. And yet, it can be difficult and scary if one has never been encouraged to lay bare the inner workings of their person.
I am learning who I am as a daughter of God. As I begin to learn who He is, what He's like and how He is working in me, I feel safe. Safe to explore my dreams. To my Daddy God, my dreams are important, they are valuable, they are wonderful and precious. Am I saying that if I dream of a sports car, that God is going to drop one off in my driveway tomorrow? Nope, not necessarily. What I AM saying is that in Him, we have permission to dream but even better than that, we are welcomed into His heart to dream WITH Him!! It is glorious.
I am learning just how much my Father in Heaven loves me. That He is so pleased with me, quite simply for being me. I am the apple of His eye! His heart is for me! He never takes His gaze off of me and He is fiercely protective of me for I am His child. Knowing these things (and so much more) creates a safe place for me to express my whole being; mind, body, soul and spirit. It is paradise in His embrace.
God really values our dreams. Not just the ones we have while we sleep, although our sleeping dream time is often used by Him to speak to us. I'm talking about the real deep down desires of our hearts. The things we tend not to tell everyone we meet because they are like a treasure; hidden and waiting for the right time to be revealed. Or they are so outrageous that to disclose them to another person requires a very deep level of trust.
I am becoming alive to my dreams. Things I didn't even know I felt. Desires I have never had the arena or permission to explore. It is a very liberating experience, being given the freedom to dream. And yet, it can be difficult and scary if one has never been encouraged to lay bare the inner workings of their person.
I am learning who I am as a daughter of God. As I begin to learn who He is, what He's like and how He is working in me, I feel safe. Safe to explore my dreams. To my Daddy God, my dreams are important, they are valuable, they are wonderful and precious. Am I saying that if I dream of a sports car, that God is going to drop one off in my driveway tomorrow? Nope, not necessarily. What I AM saying is that in Him, we have permission to dream but even better than that, we are welcomed into His heart to dream WITH Him!! It is glorious.
I am learning just how much my Father in Heaven loves me. That He is so pleased with me, quite simply for being me. I am the apple of His eye! His heart is for me! He never takes His gaze off of me and He is fiercely protective of me for I am His child. Knowing these things (and so much more) creates a safe place for me to express my whole being; mind, body, soul and spirit. It is paradise in His embrace.
Tuesday, 25 September 2012
Homecoming
We've been 'home' in Redding for about 5 weeks but it feels as though we never left.
Our flight to the U.S. was horrible. Things started off well and our first leg of the journey, from Adelaide to Auckland went smoothly. The kids watched movies happily and the excitement of the plane trip was still fresh. Presents from Grandma and Grandad provided much joy and much sugar, a combination perhaps not so appreciated by the passengers seated around us but the kids loved their special treats from special people.
After a brief stopover in Auckland, we boarded our flight to San Francisco. By this stage everyone was starting to feel a bit tired and cranky. Hannah was not keen to be strapped back into her chair after being able to run free through Auckland airport. The boys just wanted the plane to take off so the T.V. would start working. I mean, they had not watched anything for at least an hour, their screen-high was wearing off and they were beginning to have withdrawals.
Eventually we made it up into the air and the real fun began. Please, please, note my sarcasm. There was, in fact, no fun had that night. Zero. Zip.
Hannah refused to go to sleep and proceeded to cry and scream and thrash about in her seat. Much to the horror of the young men in front of us. There were many rude stares thrown back in our direction. We were doing our best, we really were but Hannah was having none of it. The boys struggled to get comfortable enough to sleep and at one point Lachie was in tears, he was so tired but just couldn't get himself in a position that worked. I really felt sorry for him.
Ben and I took turns all night to walk around with Hannah trying to get her to sleep. She would drop off in our arms and when we tried to sit down she would wake. How about just standing up with her? I hear you ask. Well, she is a sturdy lass and our arms, backs, knees and feet were feeling the strain. Goodness, how we tried but to no avail. It really was like some strange form of torture.
Hannah finally fell asleep about 2.5 hours before we were due to land. I also managed to drop off, the first time all night, only to be woken shortly by an air hostess kindly giving me Hannah's breakfast. Dang it! I let Hannah sleep as long as I could but had to wake her, which was like a cruel joke, so she could eat something before landing. She was as cranky as all get out. No, she certainly didn't want anything to eat. In fact, just the act of asking her if she would like some yoghurt sent her into the scream zone once again. It was quite, quite awful!
So we landed. Gathered up all our belongings and waited for everyone to disembark the plane before it was our turn. We herded the little ones, who were so very tired, up the hallway towards Immigration. Making the crucial mistake of stopping at the toilets meant we were at the back of a VERY long queue. The kids were so far gone. Sam was in tears at the prospect of standing up in the queue for so long. Lachie collapsed into the ground in his dramatic way and declared 'I just CAN'T do it!'. Hannah was so tired she was falling asleep standing up.
After about 2 hours in the line, we made it to the desk. All our paperwork was in order and with the help of three small crazy-eyed kids we were pushed fairly quickly through Immigration and waved past any sort of customs activity. Thanks kids.
We made it to the car hire center and loaded up our van with our luggage. Which, by the way, had been collected for us by some kind person (angel?) and loaded onto carts and was waiting for us as we made our way out of Immigration. Such a blessing.
It was weird to be on the other side of the road once again and the weirdness was enhanced by the fact that neither of us had had any sleep overnight. Sort of felt like a dream. Thankfully, with the help of a very good GPS, we made it out of San Francisco and up the I-5 to Redding.
When we arrived home and pulled into our garage, I noticed there was an odd piece of furniture sitting in there. Looking down the passage as we went inside, I noticed a chair that was in the lounge room when we left was now in our bedroom. Weird.
As we went from room to room, we realised our whole house had been decorated with extra furniture, art work, toys and clothes for the kids and more! We were astounded! My wonderful friends from my small group had been very busy turning our house into a home. It was simply amazing. We felt so loved, it was a wonderful moment. There was food in the fridge and it was the best feeling to sit down for a meal after such a long couple of days. Thank you Jesus!
It has become rather obvious to us that there is a special grace for our family to be in Redding at this time. In this season, Redding is home. Although our hearts are for Australia and we miss our family and friends dearly, this city, these people have embraced us and we love it. It feels as though we are growing at an accelerated rate. Learning new things about God, about us and about the world every day. It's as though God has uprooted us from Australia, and planted us here in a big pile of juicy fertile soil, for us to grow quickly. To speed up processes that may have taken years to happen had we stayed in our homeland. Things are moving at a rate that at times, seems a little scary. But in a good way. Sort of like a roller coaster. It's incredible fun and so exciting but at any moment you could pee your pants.
Thanks for all your love and support. I am sure that much of what is happening for our family would not be possible without your prayers. God hears and He is showing Himself faithful. Be blessed to know that we are doing great!!
Our flight to the U.S. was horrible. Things started off well and our first leg of the journey, from Adelaide to Auckland went smoothly. The kids watched movies happily and the excitement of the plane trip was still fresh. Presents from Grandma and Grandad provided much joy and much sugar, a combination perhaps not so appreciated by the passengers seated around us but the kids loved their special treats from special people.
After a brief stopover in Auckland, we boarded our flight to San Francisco. By this stage everyone was starting to feel a bit tired and cranky. Hannah was not keen to be strapped back into her chair after being able to run free through Auckland airport. The boys just wanted the plane to take off so the T.V. would start working. I mean, they had not watched anything for at least an hour, their screen-high was wearing off and they were beginning to have withdrawals.
Eventually we made it up into the air and the real fun began. Please, please, note my sarcasm. There was, in fact, no fun had that night. Zero. Zip.
Hannah refused to go to sleep and proceeded to cry and scream and thrash about in her seat. Much to the horror of the young men in front of us. There were many rude stares thrown back in our direction. We were doing our best, we really were but Hannah was having none of it. The boys struggled to get comfortable enough to sleep and at one point Lachie was in tears, he was so tired but just couldn't get himself in a position that worked. I really felt sorry for him.
Ben and I took turns all night to walk around with Hannah trying to get her to sleep. She would drop off in our arms and when we tried to sit down she would wake. How about just standing up with her? I hear you ask. Well, she is a sturdy lass and our arms, backs, knees and feet were feeling the strain. Goodness, how we tried but to no avail. It really was like some strange form of torture.
Hannah finally fell asleep about 2.5 hours before we were due to land. I also managed to drop off, the first time all night, only to be woken shortly by an air hostess kindly giving me Hannah's breakfast. Dang it! I let Hannah sleep as long as I could but had to wake her, which was like a cruel joke, so she could eat something before landing. She was as cranky as all get out. No, she certainly didn't want anything to eat. In fact, just the act of asking her if she would like some yoghurt sent her into the scream zone once again. It was quite, quite awful!
So we landed. Gathered up all our belongings and waited for everyone to disembark the plane before it was our turn. We herded the little ones, who were so very tired, up the hallway towards Immigration. Making the crucial mistake of stopping at the toilets meant we were at the back of a VERY long queue. The kids were so far gone. Sam was in tears at the prospect of standing up in the queue for so long. Lachie collapsed into the ground in his dramatic way and declared 'I just CAN'T do it!'. Hannah was so tired she was falling asleep standing up.
After about 2 hours in the line, we made it to the desk. All our paperwork was in order and with the help of three small crazy-eyed kids we were pushed fairly quickly through Immigration and waved past any sort of customs activity. Thanks kids.
We made it to the car hire center and loaded up our van with our luggage. Which, by the way, had been collected for us by some kind person (angel?) and loaded onto carts and was waiting for us as we made our way out of Immigration. Such a blessing.
It was weird to be on the other side of the road once again and the weirdness was enhanced by the fact that neither of us had had any sleep overnight. Sort of felt like a dream. Thankfully, with the help of a very good GPS, we made it out of San Francisco and up the I-5 to Redding.
When we arrived home and pulled into our garage, I noticed there was an odd piece of furniture sitting in there. Looking down the passage as we went inside, I noticed a chair that was in the lounge room when we left was now in our bedroom. Weird.
As we went from room to room, we realised our whole house had been decorated with extra furniture, art work, toys and clothes for the kids and more! We were astounded! My wonderful friends from my small group had been very busy turning our house into a home. It was simply amazing. We felt so loved, it was a wonderful moment. There was food in the fridge and it was the best feeling to sit down for a meal after such a long couple of days. Thank you Jesus!
It has become rather obvious to us that there is a special grace for our family to be in Redding at this time. In this season, Redding is home. Although our hearts are for Australia and we miss our family and friends dearly, this city, these people have embraced us and we love it. It feels as though we are growing at an accelerated rate. Learning new things about God, about us and about the world every day. It's as though God has uprooted us from Australia, and planted us here in a big pile of juicy fertile soil, for us to grow quickly. To speed up processes that may have taken years to happen had we stayed in our homeland. Things are moving at a rate that at times, seems a little scary. But in a good way. Sort of like a roller coaster. It's incredible fun and so exciting but at any moment you could pee your pants.
Thanks for all your love and support. I am sure that much of what is happening for our family would not be possible without your prayers. God hears and He is showing Himself faithful. Be blessed to know that we are doing great!!
Thursday, 9 August 2012
Long overdue update!!
Well goodness gracious me. It has been over three months since I last wrote a post. In June I turned 30. Can I just say, time seems to fly by when you get old doesn't it?
Let's back track a little to fill y'all in on the details of the last 4 months. I'd like to take the time to make sure this is well written and witty but I simply don't have the time. Sorry if this ends up feeling a little abrupt! Hopefully by the end of this post, my conscience will be clear about not blogging for so long.
May 14th was Hannah's 2nd birthday and Ben's graduation ceremony. It was a big day. Hannah was very grumpy and spent her present opening session throwing a tantrum. Unfortunately, her mood continued into the cake eating. More screams ensued after being informed that not all the cupcakes were for her to eat. I don't blame her though. I get a bit cranky if people try and take cake away from me.
Our celebrations were rather hasty as Ben and I were trying to get ready for the graduation ceremony. I wore chose to wear a dress that I bought on sale months before and hadn't actually ever worn in public. It was lovely to dress up and Ben looked dashing. It only took 5 goes of tying his tie before he was happy with it. Nerves were making him a little jumpy. The ceremony was going to be streamed live through ibethel tv and he didn't want his few seconds of limelight to be tainted by a ridiculously short tie.
Ben had also been nominated for the M.Earl Johnson award. This award is the highest honour a student can receive. It is named after Bill Johnson's father, Earl Johnson, who established the culture of revival in Bethel Church many years ago. Nominees are selected by the student body and then interviewed by the leadership of BSSM. The award is given to the man and woman who best personify the ideals of the school. Anyway, Ben knew he was in the running and had been told to get a few thoughts together in case he won. He was stressing out about having to make a speech should he win. Needless to say, he was more than a bit jittery when he left for the ceremony.
I made my way there after getting the kids settled with our amazing babysitter, Bec. As I was walking into the Civic centre, I managed to catch a glimpse of my reflection in a large window. It was then that I realised my dress was a lot shorter than I thought. Oh gosh. In reality, it was not that short. I am just not used to wearing such items. Give me a pair of jeans any day. I felt very lady like, although a little wobbly on the heels I was wearing.
The ceremony was long but wonderful to clap and cheer for all the students as they graduated. My guts were churning thinking about the possibility of Ben winning the award. It came time to announce the winner and after a long and drawn out prelude, Ben's name was called. HOORAY!!!!!
It was amazing. In that moment I was so proud of him. I was so happy and nervous, I almost vomited all over my lovely green shoes. I was able to meet Ben at the side of the stage and give him a quick cuddle before he went up to receive the award. Bill met Ben on stage and motioned for me to join them. Uhoh, I wasn't expecting to be doing that! It was really special to be up there with him as he accepted the award. I was given a seat on stage alongside Bill and and the rest of the leadership of BSSM. Lights were in my eyes and all I could think about was how short my dress was and how I needed to glue my knees together at all times. Oh dear! Ben's speech was great and he delivered it very well. I was even more proud of him, if that was even possible.
After the ceremony, we were swamped by people congratulating Ben and it was incredible to have people come and tell me how Ben had impacted their lives at BSSM. It was like I was seeing him in a new light. Although on the other hand I've always known Ben is an exceptional man. Such a wonderful night. A definite life changing moment, but just the beginning.
We left Redding on the 8th of June, driving down to San Francisco in a very large, very sexy Ford F250 truck. The boys were pumped and I have to admit, so was Mummy. I have become quite appreciative of a big shiny truck since living in Redding. Makes a change from the mini-van.
Our plane trip was wonderfully uneventful. The kids were great. All the waiting around in queues at various airports was hard but we made it though by the Grace of God. Thankyou Jesus!
We have spent our 8 weeks here in Milang catching up with family and friends as well as packing up our house. Ben did some work on the farm while his parents were overseas on holiday and also played a few games of footy. He had a lot of fun and was given a variety of religion-based nicknames by his teammates. Ahhh, Aussie culture is a funny thing. Love it.
Last Monday we completely moved out of our house, with much help from our wonderful family and we are currently living out of our suitcases at Ben's parent's house until Sunday, when we fly out again.
The weeks in Australia have passed quickly and I am finding it harder to leave this time as I am more aware of the pressure it puts on my close relationships. Being across the other side of the world makes things just that little bit harder. I know, however, that we are called to Redding at this time so we go with excitement about what the Lord has for us this year.
We had an incredible time last year and we could not have done any of it without the support of our family and friends. Thankyou all so much for loving us and releasing us to follow the call of God on our lives. We will endeavor to keep this blog better updated this time around!!
May 14th was Hannah's 2nd birthday and Ben's graduation ceremony. It was a big day. Hannah was very grumpy and spent her present opening session throwing a tantrum. Unfortunately, her mood continued into the cake eating. More screams ensued after being informed that not all the cupcakes were for her to eat. I don't blame her though. I get a bit cranky if people try and take cake away from me.
Our celebrations were rather hasty as Ben and I were trying to get ready for the graduation ceremony. I wore chose to wear a dress that I bought on sale months before and hadn't actually ever worn in public. It was lovely to dress up and Ben looked dashing. It only took 5 goes of tying his tie before he was happy with it. Nerves were making him a little jumpy. The ceremony was going to be streamed live through ibethel tv and he didn't want his few seconds of limelight to be tainted by a ridiculously short tie.
Ben had also been nominated for the M.Earl Johnson award. This award is the highest honour a student can receive. It is named after Bill Johnson's father, Earl Johnson, who established the culture of revival in Bethel Church many years ago. Nominees are selected by the student body and then interviewed by the leadership of BSSM. The award is given to the man and woman who best personify the ideals of the school. Anyway, Ben knew he was in the running and had been told to get a few thoughts together in case he won. He was stressing out about having to make a speech should he win. Needless to say, he was more than a bit jittery when he left for the ceremony.
I made my way there after getting the kids settled with our amazing babysitter, Bec. As I was walking into the Civic centre, I managed to catch a glimpse of my reflection in a large window. It was then that I realised my dress was a lot shorter than I thought. Oh gosh. In reality, it was not that short. I am just not used to wearing such items. Give me a pair of jeans any day. I felt very lady like, although a little wobbly on the heels I was wearing.
The ceremony was long but wonderful to clap and cheer for all the students as they graduated. My guts were churning thinking about the possibility of Ben winning the award. It came time to announce the winner and after a long and drawn out prelude, Ben's name was called. HOORAY!!!!!
It was amazing. In that moment I was so proud of him. I was so happy and nervous, I almost vomited all over my lovely green shoes. I was able to meet Ben at the side of the stage and give him a quick cuddle before he went up to receive the award. Bill met Ben on stage and motioned for me to join them. Uhoh, I wasn't expecting to be doing that! It was really special to be up there with him as he accepted the award. I was given a seat on stage alongside Bill and and the rest of the leadership of BSSM. Lights were in my eyes and all I could think about was how short my dress was and how I needed to glue my knees together at all times. Oh dear! Ben's speech was great and he delivered it very well. I was even more proud of him, if that was even possible.
After the ceremony, we were swamped by people congratulating Ben and it was incredible to have people come and tell me how Ben had impacted their lives at BSSM. It was like I was seeing him in a new light. Although on the other hand I've always known Ben is an exceptional man. Such a wonderful night. A definite life changing moment, but just the beginning.
We left Redding on the 8th of June, driving down to San Francisco in a very large, very sexy Ford F250 truck. The boys were pumped and I have to admit, so was Mummy. I have become quite appreciative of a big shiny truck since living in Redding. Makes a change from the mini-van.
Our plane trip was wonderfully uneventful. The kids were great. All the waiting around in queues at various airports was hard but we made it though by the Grace of God. Thankyou Jesus!
We have spent our 8 weeks here in Milang catching up with family and friends as well as packing up our house. Ben did some work on the farm while his parents were overseas on holiday and also played a few games of footy. He had a lot of fun and was given a variety of religion-based nicknames by his teammates. Ahhh, Aussie culture is a funny thing. Love it.
Last Monday we completely moved out of our house, with much help from our wonderful family and we are currently living out of our suitcases at Ben's parent's house until Sunday, when we fly out again.
The weeks in Australia have passed quickly and I am finding it harder to leave this time as I am more aware of the pressure it puts on my close relationships. Being across the other side of the world makes things just that little bit harder. I know, however, that we are called to Redding at this time so we go with excitement about what the Lord has for us this year.
We had an incredible time last year and we could not have done any of it without the support of our family and friends. Thankyou all so much for loving us and releasing us to follow the call of God on our lives. We will endeavor to keep this blog better updated this time around!!
Friday, 20 April 2012
Practical Lovin
It's strange to be on the last leg of our journey in the U.S. Ben returned from Argentina about two weeks ago and has just 3 more weeks of school before graduation. All our regular groups are finishing up for the summer and it seems as though there are endless people we need to catch up with before we leave for Australia in June. We are excited about going home and seeing family and friends, even if it is just for 8 weeks.
Ben applied for and has been accepted into BSSM 2nd. year. We will be coming back to Redding mid August. Thankfully this time the transition into American culture will not be too difficult. We are not looking forward to the long haul flights again though. This time around, my carry on bag will be heavily stocked with hard drugs and alcohol. Just kidding about the alcohol.
I'll let Ben write his own report about his trip. Even then, I'm sure it will be hard to capture the experience with words. I know he learnt so much about ministry, himself and the Lord. All on very little sleep. He made it safely home though and boy, were we glad to see him. While he was away, I had the pleasure of having my parents come and stay to help me remain sane whilst on solo parent duty. I was only expecting Mum, as that had been the plan but when we met her flight at Redding airport, there was Dad too! It was a lovely surprise and the kids were so excited to see their Grandad.
While Ben was away, the rest of us continued on with the everyday life routine. It was wonderful to have Mum and Dad here helping out. True to past form, Mum once again got my washing and folding under control and Dad went around the house fixing anything that squeaked or wobbled. I was able to go out to my mum's group and continue training for the half marathon I am doing in May. I was so blessed by their presence and their practical ways of helping.
One afternoon I was able to join my friend in feeding the homeless around Redding. This amazing woman began feeding her family's left overs to people in need after seeing them begging on street corners here in town. At first it was just a few plates of food. Now, she feeds up to about 25 people 2-3 times a week. She simply packs the take away packs of home cooked food into the back of her car, along with bottles of water and sometimes items she knows people need from previous encounters. Her three kids happily go along for the ride. The day I went with her, we were serving chicken and rice. It smelt delicious! We drove around Redding, to a few of the places she knows people tend to be. We would drive up along side them, wind down the window, ask them if they were hungry and if so, hand them some food and water. It was an amazing experience. Every person who received food was clearly thankful. Most of them knew my friend from past meals they had received. She greeted each person with such love, it was beautiful to watch. A lot of people asked if we were from Bethel Church, even though we didn't mention anything about God or church. Interesting. I had such a good time. There was a genuineness about all the people we came across, which I appreciated. Sure, some were so strung out on drugs they could barely put a sentence together but the rest were simply grateful to be receiving food and happy to have a chat about whatever. I am definitely going to go along again. Practical love speaks the words these people need to hear.
Mum and Dad left a week ago and already my washing mountain has reformed in the spare room, one of Lachie's drawers in his bedroom fell apart and the couch is wobbly again. *sigh*
Tuesday, 27 March 2012
Don't cry for me Argentina!!!
I know it feels like all your Christmas's have come at once as I am writing yet another blog post. When it rains it pours I guess!
I am busily trying to get myself organised to go on a mission's trip to Argentina in just two days time. I haven't even started packing yet, haha! Although I will attempt to try and start tonight.
I am leaving on the 29th of March and returning on the 9th of April. I am so looking forward to it, and at the same time have absolutely no grid to filter through all the things that I know I will be seeing on this trip.
We will be driving from Redding for about 2 hours down to Sacramento, and then flying 3.5 hrs to Houston Texas. Then a 10.5 hr flight to the capital of Argentina, Buenos Aires. We will be landing on the Friday morning and having the rest of the day off to recover and see some sights and then it's down to some serious work.
We have 3 services to attend at Pastor Claudio Friedzon's 20,000 member church on the Saturday, and 5 services on the Sunday. After the night service on Sunday we are jumping on a bus and travelling another 15 hrs to a very poor region of Argentina up near the Chilean border called La Roija. Here, we will be ministering as part of this Church drive to reach the whole country of Argentina by meeting real needs in a practical way, by providing food, medical supplies, clothes, water etc. But also releasing supernatural provision, by ministering through telling people the Gospel, praying for healing and deliverance, and prophesying over them.
We are up at 5am every morning, and loading the buses with provisions for the people and then praying together and leaving by around 7am and ministering till early afternoon. Then coming back to the very basic army barracks where we will be sleeping, to have a siesta and going back out around 7pm till 10pm or after. We will be loving and ministering to people but also inviting them to a revival meeting on the Friday night which Claudio Friedzon will be running, where they are hoping for 10,000 people or more to show up, to here the Gospel with their ears and see it demonstrated with their eyes. So we then have our meal after around 10pm. We debrief etc after that so I wouldn't imaging getting to bed till around 12 every night which is fine but then we are getting up at 5 every morning. Haha, least having small kids has gotten me used to living on minimal sleep.
After this big evangelistic crusade meeting on the Friday night, which will probably go til around 11pm, we are again jumping on the bus for the return 15 hr bus ride to Buenos Aires. Please be praying for me, as I have had in the past a lot of trouble with sleeping whilst travelling, on both planes or buses. Not because I am not tired but due to a condition called restless legs and trying to sleep sitting up really triggers it which can make it virtually impossible to sleep. So as you can see I am really going to need my sleep on these times of travel to make sure I have enough sleep in the bank, to be fully functioning and bringing the best that I have to offer these beautiful people of Argentina.
So we return to Buenos Aries on the Saturday and 1.5 hrs after getting in we are back at Church for the first of three services. We then do 3 services up to late afternoon when we load up the buses to go to the aiport to return to the good ol' USofA!! Man I feel tired just writing this let alone living it out in the very near future.
I really am so looking forward to it though. It has always been a dream of mine ever since I started reading books on revivals and revival history since my mid teens to go to South America, particularly Argentina and Brazil and feel so blessed to have been personally chosen for this trip. This trip was organised at the last minute and wasn't one of the trips offered. I was accepted to go on a different trip which I had applied for and was fully expecting to go. And then out of the blue, I was personally asked by one of the leaders of this trip if I wanted to go with him to Argentina. I absolutely jumped at this once in a lifetime opportunity. Argentina has been in varying states of revival since 1992 when God used Claudio and Carlos Annocondia and others to really begin to touch their land with the power of the Gospel. So to be able to be ministering in his church and on his outreach is a massive honour. And we are hoping to have some personal time with him for some prayer and impartation which I really hope comes to pass.
You can probably tell I am excited and I am, but I am also a little freaked out too. Ha! I'll be going into another culture, of which I don't speak the language, and trying to witness and minister through an interpreter. We will be having to really rough it physically and I am wondering how I will be affected by seeing such poverty and brokeness. Knowing we are going to be so busy and sleep deprived, with almost 60 hours of travel just makes me realize I need to encounter and carry the presence of God on me at all times on this trip. So I could really use your prayer, for all the things I just mentioned but also that this trip would change my life forever. That I would encounter the raw power of God, that I would be so deeply impacted by seeing and touching the poorest of the poor with the love of God, and the compassion of man. That we as a team would really catch God's heart and follow His Spirit with such accuracy that Argentina and us as individuals would never be the same. That I would be so marked with revival, and touched with revival fire that I would bring it back to my own home land, and see Australia touched with a great move of God.
Also, Jo and I have never been apart for this long ever in our marriage, and I know that it is going to be so hard for me and hopefully she misses me too haha! At least a little bit. But praise God for my amazing mother in law, Margie Mount who is flying over to be with my wife and kids during this time. Her presence with my family puts my heart at ease. However, if you could please be praying for Jo and the kids that would be so appreciated. That Jo would have such a grace on her, a strength to remain steadfast in love and compassion when it gets tough when Dad's not around.
Finally, I'd like to say such a big 'Thankyou!' to all of you who have supported me financially or with prayer to get me on this trip, I am eternally thankful, and I can't wait to give you a rundown of the spoils of this trip in a few weeks time.
Adios Amigos!!
P.S. Above I have added a short video from the host church in Buenos Aires about the mission I am going on. Haha! it is in Spanish so you might not understand a word but it really does show you the kind of thing I will be doing, and the actual area I will be going into. Enjoy it. Please be praying for Argentina!
I am busily trying to get myself organised to go on a mission's trip to Argentina in just two days time. I haven't even started packing yet, haha! Although I will attempt to try and start tonight.
I am leaving on the 29th of March and returning on the 9th of April. I am so looking forward to it, and at the same time have absolutely no grid to filter through all the things that I know I will be seeing on this trip.
We will be driving from Redding for about 2 hours down to Sacramento, and then flying 3.5 hrs to Houston Texas. Then a 10.5 hr flight to the capital of Argentina, Buenos Aires. We will be landing on the Friday morning and having the rest of the day off to recover and see some sights and then it's down to some serious work.
We have 3 services to attend at Pastor Claudio Friedzon's 20,000 member church on the Saturday, and 5 services on the Sunday. After the night service on Sunday we are jumping on a bus and travelling another 15 hrs to a very poor region of Argentina up near the Chilean border called La Roija. Here, we will be ministering as part of this Church drive to reach the whole country of Argentina by meeting real needs in a practical way, by providing food, medical supplies, clothes, water etc. But also releasing supernatural provision, by ministering through telling people the Gospel, praying for healing and deliverance, and prophesying over them.
We are up at 5am every morning, and loading the buses with provisions for the people and then praying together and leaving by around 7am and ministering till early afternoon. Then coming back to the very basic army barracks where we will be sleeping, to have a siesta and going back out around 7pm till 10pm or after. We will be loving and ministering to people but also inviting them to a revival meeting on the Friday night which Claudio Friedzon will be running, where they are hoping for 10,000 people or more to show up, to here the Gospel with their ears and see it demonstrated with their eyes. So we then have our meal after around 10pm. We debrief etc after that so I wouldn't imaging getting to bed till around 12 every night which is fine but then we are getting up at 5 every morning. Haha, least having small kids has gotten me used to living on minimal sleep.
After this big evangelistic crusade meeting on the Friday night, which will probably go til around 11pm, we are again jumping on the bus for the return 15 hr bus ride to Buenos Aires. Please be praying for me, as I have had in the past a lot of trouble with sleeping whilst travelling, on both planes or buses. Not because I am not tired but due to a condition called restless legs and trying to sleep sitting up really triggers it which can make it virtually impossible to sleep. So as you can see I am really going to need my sleep on these times of travel to make sure I have enough sleep in the bank, to be fully functioning and bringing the best that I have to offer these beautiful people of Argentina.
So we return to Buenos Aries on the Saturday and 1.5 hrs after getting in we are back at Church for the first of three services. We then do 3 services up to late afternoon when we load up the buses to go to the aiport to return to the good ol' USofA!! Man I feel tired just writing this let alone living it out in the very near future.
I really am so looking forward to it though. It has always been a dream of mine ever since I started reading books on revivals and revival history since my mid teens to go to South America, particularly Argentina and Brazil and feel so blessed to have been personally chosen for this trip. This trip was organised at the last minute and wasn't one of the trips offered. I was accepted to go on a different trip which I had applied for and was fully expecting to go. And then out of the blue, I was personally asked by one of the leaders of this trip if I wanted to go with him to Argentina. I absolutely jumped at this once in a lifetime opportunity. Argentina has been in varying states of revival since 1992 when God used Claudio and Carlos Annocondia and others to really begin to touch their land with the power of the Gospel. So to be able to be ministering in his church and on his outreach is a massive honour. And we are hoping to have some personal time with him for some prayer and impartation which I really hope comes to pass.
You can probably tell I am excited and I am, but I am also a little freaked out too. Ha! I'll be going into another culture, of which I don't speak the language, and trying to witness and minister through an interpreter. We will be having to really rough it physically and I am wondering how I will be affected by seeing such poverty and brokeness. Knowing we are going to be so busy and sleep deprived, with almost 60 hours of travel just makes me realize I need to encounter and carry the presence of God on me at all times on this trip. So I could really use your prayer, for all the things I just mentioned but also that this trip would change my life forever. That I would encounter the raw power of God, that I would be so deeply impacted by seeing and touching the poorest of the poor with the love of God, and the compassion of man. That we as a team would really catch God's heart and follow His Spirit with such accuracy that Argentina and us as individuals would never be the same. That I would be so marked with revival, and touched with revival fire that I would bring it back to my own home land, and see Australia touched with a great move of God.
Also, Jo and I have never been apart for this long ever in our marriage, and I know that it is going to be so hard for me and hopefully she misses me too haha! At least a little bit. But praise God for my amazing mother in law, Margie Mount who is flying over to be with my wife and kids during this time. Her presence with my family puts my heart at ease. However, if you could please be praying for Jo and the kids that would be so appreciated. That Jo would have such a grace on her, a strength to remain steadfast in love and compassion when it gets tough when Dad's not around.
Finally, I'd like to say such a big 'Thankyou!' to all of you who have supported me financially or with prayer to get me on this trip, I am eternally thankful, and I can't wait to give you a rundown of the spoils of this trip in a few weeks time.
Adios Amigos!!
P.S. Above I have added a short video from the host church in Buenos Aires about the mission I am going on. Haha! it is in Spanish so you might not understand a word but it really does show you the kind of thing I will be doing, and the actual area I will be going into. Enjoy it. Please be praying for Argentina!
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