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Monday, April 21, 2008
George Matheson, 1882
O Love that wilt not let me go,
I rest my weary soul in thee;
I give thee back the life I owe,
that in thine ocean depths its flow
may richer, fuller be.
O Light that follow’st all my way,
I yield my flick’ring torch to thee;
my heart restores its borrowed ray,
that in thy sunshine’s blaze its day
may brighter, fairer be.
O Joy that seekest me through pain,
I cannot close my heart to thee;
I trace the rainbow through the rain,
and feel the promise is not vain
that morn shall tearless be.
O Cross that liftest up my head,
I dare not ask to fly from thee;
I lay in dust life’s glory dead,
and from the ground there blossoms red
life that shall endless be.
[These words are even more beautiful when you read the story of George Matheson.]
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Sunday, April 06, 2008
Hard isn't always bad.
I need you to please pray for me as I try to determine what God is calling me to in the near future. I have to make a decision about uni by May 1st, and it is scary how quickly that is approaching.
"And we know that God works all things together for good, to those who love Him, to those who are called according to His purpose."
p.s. happy birthday, Maria!
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Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Once upon a time, 3 Blackwood girls took the train to Geelong in order to spend a few days with their good friends the Bedfords, Mikelsons, and Blakstons. One day, while at the Mikelsons, we girls (Emily, Meg, Bessie, Maria, and I) decided it was time for lunch. It was about 2:30, and we couldn't find anything to eat. Plan A was to order pizza. That plan quickly failed since 1) we didn't have money, 2) none of us were legal drivers, and 3) Brett Mikelsons didn't pity us enough to get rid of problems 1 and 2. Plan B was to find something in the cupboards or 'fridge, but that plan didn't work out so well, either. So we decided on Plan C: make something from scratch. We had a bag of potatoes and Meg's "Microwave Magic" (or something like that) cookbook. Not a good combination. Sadly, our experimental "microwave cheesy potatoes" were still raw 2 hours later. We ate them hapily, anyway, and then had chocolate self-saucing pudding for dessert. At least, that was what it was supposed to be. It turned out kind of...sludgy. Basically, that was the end of our microwave-cooking career. The End.
[Sorry for forgetting to write about it earlier, Meggy!]
We had a 12-year-old Japanese boy staying with us for a week. He just left today to go back to Japan. He came through a sort of exchange program they have here. He went to "school" during the day and spent the afternoons and evenings and the weekend with us. It was a lot of fun to have him here, even though we speak no Japanese and he spoke little English. Mom talked really loudly when she talked to him and had trouble pronouncing his name (Shoo-eech-ee), and when she finally said it right, he smiled really big and said, "GREAT!" When I showed him us girls' triple bunk beds, he looked at my top bed and said, "Hiiiigh!" When I asked him if he liked the beds, he said, "No!" Don't worry, we let him sleep in Benjamin's nice double bed. When he left today, he gave us a nice letter that said he was very happy to stay with us and we had yummy food and he wants us to come to Japan sometime.
It's our party, and we'll freeze if we want to!
Tamara and I celebrated our birthday, yet again, on Friday. We had Mom, Maria, Louise, Justine, Mandy, Emily, Meg, and Greta. The boys (Dad, Benjamin, Shuichi, and Jamie) went on a camping trip with Matt Glover and his kids to avoid the girly party. We girls dressed up and went and had a picnic on the beach. Then we came home and had cookie-cake and hot chocolate (the beach was cold!) and did facials, manicures, pedicures, and massages.
A real, live Youth Group event!
On Saturday and Sunday, we had a combined Frankston/Geelong youth weekend! We girls made pizza all day to have for dinner. The original plan was to play Ultimate Frisbee in the park, but as soon as the Geelongers got to our house, it started pouring rain. So we decided to play Human Foosball at the church hall instead. We also played "Matthew Mark" and Four On a Couch. The girls spent the night at our house, and the boys stayed at "Uncle" Ralph's. The Fishers, the Geelong youth group leaders, stayed with the Blakstons, where we all went for lunch on Sunday. It was amazing to have so many youth at church Sunday morning! We all took a walk on the beach after lunch on Sunday. Some of us girls rolled up our pants and waded in the cold water a bit. Maria led the way, saying, "I thought only crazy Americans did this!" Maria and Tamara demonstrated something ONLY crazy Americans do by trying to climb across the bottom of the pier and nearly falling into the water. And Jono and Brandon just laughed at them and let them do it! There were obviously no mothers present.
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