Wednesday, January 27, 2010

chip chip, chip away

Today we celebrated the legendary Australia Day! Oy Oy Oy! And it was wonderful! But in the midst of that we spent some more time scrapping the old coating off of our once legendary waterslides. This event in the festivities of Australia Day was named "Hands Across the Globe" which I thought was pretty funny because so many departments on camp were helping.

For those of you who don't know, these waterslides used to have a big name. Much like Wooly Mammoths or the late great T-Rex. Kids and counselors would slide down them singing, "Wicky, Wicky Waterslides. The Red, the Blue, the White..." so on and so forth. But during the last two years, they have met their match and have been enduring a slow and painful death. Over the last few weeks, we have shed even more of their blood by scrapping that old paint away, sometimes accidentally digging deeply into their porous fiberglass. (Ooo, I liked that sentence)

But anyway, I am blogging about this tonight because sometimes I feel a little bit like I'm being attacked by tiny shards of fiberglass in my own life. Things will happen that will just prick at the surface of my heart, and I will choose to ignore it. But then those things will build up and I'll feel pain, much like I'm feeling the pain of that fiberglass imbedded in the arm I was leaning on most of today. Okay, maybe that's a little melodramatic. But after something stung a little bit too much tonight I was looking at some verses, and my eyes stopped on this one:

Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal.

2 C 4:16-18


These promises are so amazing. I know that while there is some pain on this side of earth, my inner "woman" is being renewed day by day and there is an eternal weight of glory attached to it. And you know what, the most comforting thing is that our eternally happy dad rejoices so much more in his name than ours. So I will take that fiberglass, and be reminded that there is purpose behind all things. And that my dad is a restorer!

Monday, January 25, 2010

Wordsless or Wordsworth, my new name

There are times when I start writing and I know exactly what to say and there are other times where I am Wordless instead of Wordsworth. Communication has always been a struggle for me, both verbally and through the written word. I tend to ere on the side of being too cautious with my words because I know that everyone perceives words differently. Something that might mean one thing to me will mean something completely different to another person.

But one thing that I desire as the days go by is the ability to effectively communicate these things that I am feeling and going through daily. Things that I am learning and that are changing my life. Because if they mean something to me, maybe they will mean something to someone else.

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I am sitting at Rockwells and didn't ever intend to spend this much time here tonight. But it has been really good. I've downloaded some music and I'm enjoying listening to it.

If you have a chance check out "Hope for Haiti Now".
It's a benefit concert full of wonderful artists raising money for Haiti, my personal favorite is Beyonce's Halo.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

A Week Full of MOO

If you ask any one of my co-workers, I'm sure they would mention that this past week was life-changing. There are things that I saw, experienced and heard this week that I hope I will carry with me through the rest of life.

With the tornado that brought devastation to Mineola, I learned and saw that dad truly gives and takes away. It was crazy to see huge trees, 10-12 feet in diameter, totally uprooted by a wind stronger than I can even imagine. We were able to speak with people this week who lost so much and who are living among their own devastation.

And I was truly blessed by the school that I had the privilege of working with this week. I learned so much from them and hope they learned at least one thing from me. We spent Wednesday night watching talents and hiding from the tornado blowing through Mineola in a candle-lit dining hall. My favorite student was a boy who insisted after MOOing that he was speaking cow. I now know how to say both "yes" and "no" in cow. Oh, I love being enlightened by children.

Saturday, January 02, 2010

The Ocean




This week, my parents and I went to Cape Cod to explore. If I ever thought that I was more of a mountain person, I know now that I was very mistaken. The Atlantic was so big, powerful and beautiful. And it seemed to capture all of my hopes for the next year. It was so fun to look at my parents laughing as they were running away from the tide coming in. It was amazing to chase the tide out and then be chased by it coming in.

So,

Christmas break has been wonderful this year. Well worth taking time off of work to go and see my parents. And as my time in Connecticut winds down, I feel a little melancholy tugging at my heart. But maybe it's just the weight of what's coming next, after all, it is a new year. With all sorts of new possibilities.