Wouldn't it be awesome to...

This is one of my craziest dreams, i've thought about it often, maybe unrealistic, but sometimes the most earth shaking are the ones that are unrealistic.
buy a diesel bus, convert it to grease, and go on a huge, change the world tour. Fill the bus with i
instruments, guitars, microphones, drums, keyboards. Fill it with art supplies, paints, sewing machines, and go spread God's love. Ohh Love labour could call before hand to city's and say yo, we're coming to your town, we can talk to your church about Romania, Rwanda, India, Malawi, Ghana, Minneopolis, Uxbridge. About God's love, serving people, helping people, living the every day adventure. We could ask for a meal and a place to sleep/shower.. if we found it neccessary. Just run away for like 6 weeks and be unrealistic, immauture, irrational, and irresponsible. To tell people that we need to do something in the world, and to show people how. Just through knitting, sewing, baking, canning, painting, photography, jewlry making, music making, glass blowing, welding, carving, dancing, documentary-ing, sculpting, ANYTHING-ing. just creating. and to sell those things, for charity. To truly start a revolution. a movement of love labourers. ohhh. it would be incredible. a crazy dream. I know. I need to make money like all of you. i can't afford to invest money into a bus... but wouldn't it be incredible? wouldn't it be remarkable? wouldn't it be life changing? To go on a journey to teach, serve, love, and share. A journey to meet Jesus in the alleys and in the "untalented." Wouldn't it be beautiful, wouldn't it be breathtaking, wouldn't it be amazing.....
who is with me.

I can't think, can't study, can't work, can't sleep, too many thoughts plague my mind. Too many troubles whirl around until I can't do anything fully. I try so hard to be someone God would want to call a faithful servant, someone who speaks truth, and does good, someone who makes strangers feel loved and the loved feel wonderful. I try hard. Yet i am still plagued. I hate complaining, i hate saying "okay" when people ask how I am. I should be victorious, I am a child of God, my future is secured and stamped with a golden seal of hope. But right now, today, i don't feel that hope. I'm exhausted, stretched to a max.... and although my problems are a miniscule speck compared to the worlds problems, right now, i feel like complaining. I'm tired. and need to get back to studying right now.

Not a chance.

How have we built a culture of posers, of copy-cats, of people so numb to new ideas that they need to steal other peoples to get by. What is worse, is it is becoming perfectly normal and acceptable to do it, people have stopped complaining about rip offs, people have stopped caring that there are no new ideas out there. For a moment lets remember when we were young and some kid from our neighbourhood or school or some peer copied everything we said and did. How horribly annoying that was, and how that kid, if in school would be told by the teacher, "don't copy your friends." Now there is nobody to say don't copy. So winking circle was ripped off by Coca-cola, plain and simple, blatantly, abruptly. And who was there to tell them, "don't copy" nobody. Its seen all over the place, check this out, its wacko.

okay check these out. the first one is disney't "THE WILD" the other is the movie is Dreamwork's "MADAGASCAR" they both start out as animals in a zoo in a busy city in the states. Both end up going on an adventure "into the wild" They are the exact same movie with a few different jokes and a small adjustment to the animation. Its sickening. We have no hope of keeping our ideas our own if big timers like Disney rip people off and get away with it. So be careful. Every idea you thought was your own could very soon be marketed to sell a product, or become the next multi-million dollar movie. You never know.

Feeling a little left out.

Gotta love the horse face.

sooo awesome

Preparations for Easter

It seems now adays in Canada that easter is just another excuse for a long weekend, and another excuse to practice gluttony and indulgence. I'm not saying i'm not going to enjoy eating lots of chocolate, but where has the wonder gone from this day? Where have the beautiful traditions and preparations gone. Last year i was in Ocna Mures - a small Romanian village, and had the absolute pleasure of seeing them perform their different preparations. Weeks before they would wash every part of their house. They would take all of their carpets outside and beat them until they were clean. The would use the little money they had to repaint window frames, and other things that needed work on them. They would bake cakes, Bianca seen in the picture, baked five cakes for easter meal. They bought a lamb and neighbours would get together to slaughter the lamb. Though at first it kind of grossed me out, but it was such a time of community and sharing that it was incredible to witness. This wasn't just some kind of spring cleaning just because it had to be done. This was preparing their home and their hearts for their Lords return. such a beautiful way to get your hearts and homes connected, and ready to worship the King of Kings, The Lord of Lords, and the Saviour of all the sinners.
Prepare your hearts friends. This is the most exciting time of the year. Praise be to God.

I love...

sunny days and climbing trees.

Fancy blue dress

I got this dress in a downtown thrift store, and i really like it. I need to make a few adjustments, and have already began. I love the thought of altering. To take something thrown away, disregarded, left for trash (and possibly resold), and to find potential, make a few adjustments, a few alterations to make myself the fancy blue dress.
It excites me to think that this dress is from the 70's for thats what the tag said. What was the former owner of this dress like? What did she love and what did she hate. But more importantly, what did she do when wearing this dress? Maybe she had her first kiss, maybe she was dumped for the first time. Maybe the first time she wore this dress she gathered up enough courage to sing infront of a crowd with such passion, and energy that she left the whole crowd speechless. Maybe she attended her prom in this dress, and felt for the first time she was a woman. Maybe she bought the dress for her prom but was never asked, so it hung quietly in her closet. Maybe the first night she wore this dress she fell head over heels in love with a boy who said she looked like an angel. Maybe this dress has a bigger story then i could imagine, or maybe i'm giving this dress way too much recognition. Maybe it was just a dress like every other dress. But i'd rather think it had an extravagant life before reaching me.