After the last couple weeks of staying at our base house we are now on the road. This first stop is a couple days of staging our show and getting it ready for our concerts. Although it is always nice to be in one place and in our own home it is also nice to be on the road again. We went to church this morning, then headed out right from there, we also picked up two new Aunties at the airport that are joining our team. It is a great team, lots of fun people, and great kids. I would write more but it has been a long day and my brain has now stopped working.
One Bum
I was on the bus on the way to church, sitting between two boys. Godfrey is twisted around not sitting properly on his seat, so I ask him:
Is your bum on your seat?
He hold up one finger as says
One is
The Large Things In Life
“It’s a mistake to think it’s the small things we control and not the large, it’s the other way around! We can’t stop the small accident, the tiny detail that conspires into fate: the extra moment you run back for something forgotten, a moment that saves you from an accident – or causes one. But we can assert the largest order, the large human values daily, the only order large enough to see.”
From the book Fugitive Pieces by Anne Michaels
An Uncheery Subject
I had a rather interesting conversation with a friend last night and it has left me wondering about myself, human nature, the laws of God and man, and how desperation will cause you to make choices you would not normally make.
The question posed (which stemmed from us watching the evening news) was “Do you agree with torture?”
Well my first response was a great big, NO it is never ok. Now although most countries will not admit it, I do think that every government tortures individuals to get the information they want, and the world is a better place for it. I know it happens but I do not want to know about it.
Now it is one thing when we are talking about terrorists and countries being invaded and people being blown up, it would seem that for the greater good the information should be extracted from the individual in order to save a greater number of people. Does that give us the right to do horrible horrible things to another human? But we also brought it down to the level of would we think torture is ok if it was just the safety of our families involved.
Through the conversation I stubbornly suck to the fact that it is not ok, and I would never think it was ok under any circumstances…but here I am a day later still wondering. I hate people being hurt, and I hate the ugly side of life. I know that some people make those decisions and are ok with that, but I am just not one of those people. I do not like violence. Is it possible for me to say, it is not ok with me, but at the same time I know it happens and with that I am ok with as long as I do not know about it. I know that is rather two-faced but that is how I feel about it.
Jasper
I went to Jasper Alberta with my friend Jessica. We had a great time walking through a canyon on a frozen river. I have never seen anything like it. The canyon walls going so high up above and beautiful frozen waterfalls all around. Half way through our walk it started to snow big fluffy snowflakes, it was quite magical. There was also a cave like place that had snow crystals growing down from the ceiling, once again I have never seen anything like it. I tried to take pictures but it really did not do any of it justice.
We also went to a lake and did some snowshoeing around on it. We were the only people in the 
world. It was one of those places that you can hear the silence and the wind rushing through the mountains that surrounded us. It is times like these that I can so easily see how big God is, how amazing He is, and how He is eternity. It is so easy to get wrapped up in life and think all my problems are such a big deal, but then I stop and look at the amazing creation of God and wonder why I worry. If God is so great as to make something so breath taking then surely he can take care of me and my little life.
Rats
So the other morning I got up and came down to the kitchen and stopped short as I find on the kitchen counter a box of rat poison and a pellet gun. The cat food is all put up on the counter and I realize that all the bedroom doors were shut (which they are usually not). At this point I start to freak out, WHY is there rat poison and a gun in the kitchen!!!!!
Here is the story. That night at 2:30am my mom realized that she had forgot to put out the garbage for garbage day. She opens the back door to get the get the garbage can and when she grabs it she feels like she touched something that was not quite right but does not see anything. Well let this be a lesson to everyone!! If you touch something funny feeling in the dark, Run Away! Because the second time of grabbing the garbage can brought a big fat rat, about 9 inches in body length, running up her arm. It dropped off half way up and ran into our kitchen to disappear. My moms screaming brought both my brother running (I slept through it all). So at 2:30 in the morning Jesse goes to the store to get rat poison, and Casey brings out his pellet gun to gun down the big fat rat.
The whole next day I go creeping around scared to death that it is going to come out and attack me. I made Jesse bring me a broom so I could defend myself before I was willing to climb down off the chair. And better yet we taped a butcher knife to the other end of the broom. So no worries, I had my weapon to keep myself safe, because I was sure it was going to come after me.
2009
Welcome 2009. I know the new year is suppose to be a big deal with goals and such, but I have to say I have never really gotten into the whole New Year thing. New Years comes and goes and life continues to plod along in the same manner it always has, bringing its ups and downs, and small to large new adventures around the many corners that we turn in life. Now I do indeed look forward to the new years that come, and I always appreciate the years that we have finished, but that is about it. So this is me, rather nonchalantly saying, welcome 2009, may you be what you be.
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