Things that I love about people..

So to carry on from my previous rather negative post.

I thought I'd post to you some happiness.

These are some things that I totally love about people:

- I love how you can have personal jokes with someone, even though you're only just getting to know them

- I love people who appreciate the importance and 'weight' of music, and you can tell

- I love people who can be themselves, wherever they are, once you know them, you then know that you know them.

- People who don't shy away from struggle/dichotomy/tension.

- People who 'get' other people

- Verbal diorrhea people.. say what they think. Always sincere.

- People who make an effort

- People who let you journey alongside them

- People who understand the way the world is interlinked, and don't want to fit it all into boxes.

- When you can tell someone is awestruck.

- Not afraid to laugh or cry alongside someone else.

- People who you can talk about anything with and not feel awkward

- Randomness

Pet Peeves Ahora (Currently)

So I don't have any pets.
Except my horse.

And all the peeves that I keep under my bed.

So every know and then i bring them out and play with them... thought I might bring you into this wonderful experience today. So I hope that you enjoy meeting my peeves, give them a pat, they won't bite.

NB - My Peeves tend to be not so much hates. More irritants. And they apply just as much to myself as to other people (often more!)

Peeves pertaining to people:

- Meddling and gossiping, especially when it interferes with friendships and personal issues.

- People who are really down on themselves.

- People who dish out heaps of hassling, and then can't actually deal with it themselves. This includes the people who don't actually let anyone know they can't deal with it, but just go home and have a cry about it.

- When friendships change dynamic for no real reason, or for a stupid reason.

- People who don't make an effort to understand other people.

- People who don't notice when others are getting upset.


Pet Peeves Pertaining Particularly to myself:

- My lack of self control

- The ways that I disappoint myself and don't live up to my standards.

- When I get carried away

- The lack of innocence in my mind, and the way that this comes out my mouth.


So you know.. just a few things.


They keep me company on long, cold and lonely nights.

Do you ever have days when...

the only thing you can think of in reply to things people say is mean?

Or just too blunt/close to the truth?

I've been having that kinda day.


P.S. I thought I'd point out that I added a new list or two on the right hand side.

one about musics. (which i'm going to update fairly frequently!)

And one about friends blogs and other asorted amusement websites.

God protects his people..

On the way home from my friends place tonight I had a very scary experience.

Now, I guess, you guys reading this, probably won't see why I found it so scary.

And, if any of you who read my blog are girls, you might understand :D

So, I was driving. Now normally when I drive at night, I lock my doors.
It's just something my momma trained me to do.

Some reason tonight, I forgot. I had just missed some traffic lights, and came to a stop, when I saw this slightly strange looking guy walking across the road in front of me.

I was the only car at the traffic light, and there was no one else around.

I was kinda like, he looks weird, but didn't care too much. I didn't want to lock my doors at this stage, in case he was actually watching me and noticed, and thought I looked scared.

So he walks across the road and stops right in front of my car, stares at me, then sorta waves blankly at me, and then has this strange grin on his face. I'm not really sure what he was tryna do or why... but he's standing there.

At this point, I wasn't really stressed, I just locked my doors and waved him away and he walked to a little bit to the side of my car and I drove forward as far as i could. I could still see him looking at me in my wing mirror.

Suddenly, I was freaked out! I just prayed "Jesus Christ protect me" again and again and again.

And the lights turned green, and I drove away...

Jesus did protect me. I don't really understand if this guy was a threat to me or not. But it sure gave me a scare... but its one of those answers to prayer that you're not really sure how much you were saved from!

There's currently a police helicopter searching that area - I can see it out my window, so maybe I was saved from something pretty bad! I really don't know.

But I'm grateful. I was protected.

Sometimes for me, having been a Christian so much of my life, I don't really know or understand what I was saved from. I only have to look around me at the utter depravity of the fallen nature of man and the world to see what I was saved from, and the purpose that I was saved for!

Actually, on second thoughts, I only need to look inside myself and how messed up I am. How tainted I am, how impure my thoughts are, my actions... my speech.

I'm so excited about the mission for me, as a member of the Body of Jesus Christ to bring 'heaven to earth' in ways that impact, reshape, redeem and offer something so much greater than the story that is lived out in society today. And the chance that I have to LIVE IN AND OUT OF that redemption story.

(Spent the day today at the 'Wineskin Talk' put on by BCNZ - with Rod Thompson and Mark Strom speaking about the church and it's mission and characteristics. Will post some more thoughts on it, once the cotton wool in my brain subsides!)

Make liz feel better day

So I thought I'd have a make liz feel better by spending money, day.

So I bought 2 pairs of shoes, and some super warm slippers.

And MUTE MATH!!!!!!

Yipee. It's like been over a WHOLE week since I bought new music (on a music buying spree at the moment!)

I really need some chick singer music though... anyone want to suggest some?

I like alot of genres except like rap or hip hop. some r n b is OK. but only if it's actually good.
And I dislike much pop. But not all...

Ta for now

The pretender

"honestly have you ever been honest with yourself
or are you someone else's point of view?"
Terminal - Dark

How many of us are actually who were really are?

Who are we really?

How do we know who we are if we aren't ourselves?

Maybe "yourself" is who you are when you are alone.

All of us wear some sort of mask, to conceal some aspect of ourselves:

• Up yourself annoyingness to hid insecurities
• Butterflies, unicorns and super happy fun times, to hide our deep inner depression
• Flirtatious, attention seeking to hide how unacceptable we feel.

And so on, and so forth

What if we were really honest with ourselves and with others?

What would it mean for our friendships and relationships?

Does it mean that you always share with everyone all your struggles and all your happiness?

This sorta introductions would ensue:

Robbie: " Hi, I'm Robbie, and I'm addicted to Hillsong/Making really bad puns/sexual immorality/lying/xkcd/using words that I don't know what they mean/eating spam"

Nicholas: "Hi Robbie, I'm Nicholas and I am too (to one/any/all of the above."

R: "Er, Ok. Right this is awkward, better be on my way."

N: "Cheerio"

I'm not really sure this would be beneficial to anyone.

Haiku Time:

Sincerity gone
How do we live with ourselves?
Are we who we are?

I plead guilty

Any of you who actually know me in real life, will know that from time to time (or possibly fairly frequently) I explode.

And I mean REALLY explode.

The sort of explosion that you don't even know is coming. And then all of a sudden WHAM! it hits you, scaring the living daylights from any children in the room, and the dead daylights from all of the adults.

It's the sort of explosion that makes you look across the mall in that direction, in shock.

You never quite look at me quite the same again, once you've experienced one of these explosions.

The sort of explosion that makes Sam's ears bleed.



ACHOO!!


Yes folks, that's right, I am speaking of my sneeze.

So let me break it down for you:

1. Past:

As a child, I will always remember my father's sneezes. There were many traumatic days where his sneeze shook the house, rattling the windows, and making me cower under my bed.

Once I had recovered from the shock I would venture timidly into the hall, possibly even tip-toeing, searching for my father. "You sneezed again daddy!" I would comment rather sheepishly (maaa). "Can't you do something about your sneeze Daddy? It's sooo scary!".

My Dad would reply " I used to say that to my father too, and then one day, ACHOO!, I had inherited my father's sneezes."

'Likely Story!' I would think to myself, still recovering from the shock. "Aha" would be all I would say outloud.

2. Present:

One day, it hit me. Just as my father said it did for him. My sneeze attracted strange looks and stares.

From that day forth, I have suffered the social consequences of an explosive sneeze.

• People are constantly talking about it.
• I get the strangest looks when I am out in public.
• From time to time it has even caused me injury
• Strangers (particularly Sam) are always trying to advise me on the controlling of my sneeze. Now I know what it feels like for parents of unruly children, to be told how to control them all the time. Especially by strange men with beanies and beards.
• Shun! SHUUUUN! (is what people scream when i sneeze)
• Apparently I cause ear bleeds.
• I've almost given people heart attacks.

3. Future:

Anyone want to pray for my healing?

Muslims..

Well, lately I've really been musing about Muslims and Muslim Converts... also about the differences between our religions and the way we worship, and our beliefs.

It has been interesting, to say the least.

I have shared several interesting conversations with friends/visiting misisonaries who've expressed various views about such topics as:

- Is Islam what you are left with if you take Christ out of 'Christianity'?

- Can a Muslim gain salvation without ever knowing the name of Jesus? (Note: C. S. Lewis seems to believe they can!)

- What should be our response to Muslim's in our communities?

And so on and so forth..

It's been something God has really been bringing before me.

Tonight I attended a meeting by author/speaker/missionary Al Janssen who spoke about the persecution of muslim background believers - Muslim converts to christianity.

It is absolutely incredible the amount of persecution that these brothers and sisters go through, in their everyday life.

Clearly, the stories are endless. And the suffering is beyond belief.

This story, while not one of extreme physical suffering, was particularly touching to me. I guess because of my love of children:

One Father told Al of his heartbreak seeing his 8 year old son grow up in these 2 worlds. When he is at school he is treated and taught as a muslim. At home he lives a christian life. In his community they know he is a christian and no-one will play with him or even talk to him.

I can only pray, that this child, and the thousands more like him, will be able to find their true identity in the empowering gospel of Christ Jesus.

Check out this website for more information, more stories, resources, devotionals, books, chat rooms etc. About the persecuted muslim believers.

Will post more response to this soon... wanna think through a few things.