This is why I love Brooke Fraser so much and how she became my influence. Also, I can relate so much in this passage; it’s a sort of a reflection of my own journey too.
“My most powerful moments of ministry have not been, and will not be, on the stage. They’ve been sitting, knee to knee, in a darkened church side room with a 12 year old girl whose father has abandoned her for his new family. They’ve been on an international flight next to a Brit rocker, who, intrigued by a hymn album I had in my CD wallet, asked if I was religious. I replied, “No, I’m not religious, but I’m really into Jesus,” prompting him to put down what he was doing and asking me to talk to him about that. They’ve been crying with a producer in the dressing room of an Australian television network studio as God overwhelmed us both with His love for her. They’ve been singing “Shout to the Lord” to a group of orphans on the side of the road in Rwanda. They’ve been kneeling in prayer with a single mother out the back of a pub in the Waikato after a show, broken glass digging into our knees.”
- Brooke Fraser (Soul Purpose Magazine)
Last night I was looking for some cotton balls to remove my makeup and finally realized after five minutes of looking that they were in plain sight right in front of me.
Isn’t that kind of like life? We often say we’re looking for God but we can’t find him, or that God feels so far away, but He’s…
Sailor’s Delight
We had been lost at sea for days, I think. Some of the time it felt like only hours, but most time, it felt like weeks.
The two of us moved around the boat like we were one. We didn’t have to say anything to each other, we just knew. Trim the sail, make sure that rope is tied tight. We were in sync. It was because of the that bond that we lasted as long as we did.
The wind roared, the sea raged, the rain poured down in buckets. We were soaked before the water even hit the deck.
To say that we fought for our lives would be an understatement. We fought, we ran, we hid, we held on for dear life. We did everything we could to keep from falling overboard, from being swept out to sea.
Running around the deck to grab hold of the rail before the next wave hit, I slipped on the wet surface. Going down hard, I lost consciousness instantly.
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It was the light that had woken me. The reddish light. I noticed the calm. There was no wind howling, no waves crashing, no rain falling.
Before I could move, I felt a sense of loneliness. I knew, before I even lifted my head, that I was alone on the boat. My partner, my love, was gone, swept off to sea. The very thing we had been fighting against had engulfed, taken, one of us. Taken my heart. Taken her.
I sat up. The reddish light that had awoken me after the storm had a name. But I would never know it by that name again.
Sailor’s delight.
First post
Apparently Tumblr doesn’t like me… Just tried to post a “First Post” and it didn’t save. Silly Tumblr.
Anyways, let’s start again, shall we?
I figured I’d give this whole blogging thing another shot after a few of my friends started blogging. I’ve tried this a few times in the past, and it has resulted in total failure. So here’s to hoping I can actually stay on top of keeping people up to date on my day-to-day goings on.
Here’s a little bit about myself.
I’m a 2nd year uni student working towards a degree in Classical Studies, while working on the side to save up money to go to college in Sydney, Australia. I’m super involved in my church and I absolutely LOVE volunteering with the youth on Friday nights and Sunday mornings. As well as being a youth leader, I’m also on the worship team. I love music and love sharing God’s love through music. I’m also learning to play the piano and the guitar.
That’s all for now!
Mingosaurus, signing off.
