Seriously people stay clear. The only reason to even consider watching it is if you get a kick out of seeing guys in short skirts. But honestly watch something else for that. It’s just far too long and boring. 3 hours of my life gone.
I had fun today. Left work early and met up with Jem Liz and Ryan at Circular Quay. We then caught a ferry to Parramatta and had dossas at a really funky Indian Restraunt. Well all of us except Liz (I’ll leave her to tell of the extravagent dish she ordered).
I just watched a Hindi film and it inspired me. It was about this Indian mafiaish guy who goes to med school. He tries to cheer up patients and help them out. One of the things he does is give magic hugs. Unfortunately there is no one up at the momment to hug.
Shame.
I don’t hug enough these days. I wish I was more of a hugger. Oh well.
Hugs to all you out there in the blogsphere.
Does anyone want to have lunch with me in Hornsby today?
I really can’t express with words how great God is. His grace, mercy and love blow me away. How did I ever get to have so many great people in my life. I don’t deserve the richness that others bring into my life.
In other news my heart is being broken by the poverty I witnessed in India. I see this as a positive thing though. I can’t imagine how much the suffering in this world hurts God. But I am starting to get a bit of a feel for it.
I am not getting lost in the pain of the world. I think God might be trying to kill of some of the selfishness in me. Maybe also giving me the humility I need to serve him better. It’s tough but good. There is joy burried in the experience too.
My sister is buying a red Mazda MX5. I find it hard to picture my sister driving a sports car. I hope she enjoys it anyway.
So much work to do. Grr. This year is going to be pretty busy I fear.
I think the roadtrip was a good experience. At times I felt a bit lost and found it all a bit too hard. It took a while to adjust to the roadtrip environment + still adjusting from being in India. It was great to get to know more about the other people on the roadtrip. Even those I already new fairly well. People inspire me the way they keep going despite the difficulties.
I got to read a lot on the trip, which was nice. Had a bit of God time too which was good. I like Adelaide it is nice and quaint. I also enjoyed the chats in the cars. Melbourne was good fun. I also was really was moved at Soul Survivor. I wasn’t going to go until the last minute but decided to go when the cricket wasn’t being played on Channel 9.
Thanks to everyone who came on the roadtrip. Special thanks to Tom and Jem for organising the roadtrip.
I am back home from the road trip now.
Went to Soul Survivor last night. Wasn’t going to go but decided at the last minute to go. God really moved me last night. The talk was on suffering. I really felt a strong calling to development. My heart of stone was broken again. I wept about what I had seen in India.
I don’t know what is in my future but I know God is good. I know we have to pour oitment on the wounds of the suffering. A person who was praying over me said God was telling him the words Strengh and Courage.
Holy Spirit stuff is still a bit wierd. I spend half the time trying to rationalise it away. Then I think maybe I just need to have faith.
Everything is not better now but it is not meant to be. I feel that God is going to give me the strength to carry on. That he will shape me in his image.
I really didn’t enjoy yesterdays journey. Partly it was all the stopping. Partly because I wasn’t prepared for that. Partly because I wanted to get to Melbourne before 10pm. Partly because I didn’t want to stay in the organised accommodation(which I am not). But also because I felt lost.
I couldn’t find the awe yesterday. I looked at stuff yesterday and thought it was pretty but couldn’t connect.
I don’t feel at the moment that this is my home land. Maybe I am being melodramic and I was just tired and grumpy yesterday. But I’ve been thinking about things a bit lately.
Since coming back to India I’ve tried to be the old me. I’ve tried to be the India me. None of them really fit anymore.
I need to redefine myself with the help of my God. I feel I have a mission now but I am not sure how to approach it. Is it helpful to define oneself by the mission? To adopt a character to make the mission more successful. Or is that man’s wisdom? God’s folly is said to be wiser then the wisdom of men.
People say God wants us to be ourselves. But I don’t know who I am. I have often tried to make others happy at the expense of who I might be. So much so that I am not sure who I am. I appear to have an existential crises on my hands.
Maybe it will be over in about 30 minutes you never quite know. I might just be being self-indulgent.
Gonna get me a little oblivion, baby
Try to keep myself away from me
I can’t keep myself away from me
How am I gonna keep myself away from me
Counting Crows
It’s 7.15am in Warrama.. We should be leaving soon to go have breakfast. Then onto the great ocean road.
I am at Adelaide airport seeing Howie off. I love airports. But I am sick of my shoes setting off the metal dectors. Grr. Went to the Coke factory today it was cool but we couldn’t get in. It’s rather hot today.
The road trip is slowly coming to a close. Tonight is our night in Adelaide. I’ve had fun and am glad I decided to come on the road trip.
I like the beach. Even when I don’t swim.