tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40344147213058573792024-03-05T22:08:09.181+00:00the tea houseEvehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05259164531144700334noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-38072973182432891972016-05-27T14:05:00.000+01:002016-05-27T14:05:00.550+01:00A spring clean!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello.... is anybody out there?<br />
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It feels like I'm shouting into this hole, this abyss where once this blog was filled with the happy chorus of stories, news, laughter, colour and events. Looking back over this blog tears somewhat at the heartstrings. If you'll allow me to get sentimental it feels like an abandoned house, the photos still hang upon the walls, but there's a film of dust over the place. Well, I'm going to have a bit of a spring-clean if you'll allow me to... <br />
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But PRAISE THE LORD, although the dust may have settled over the cyber-space world that is this blog the friendships themselves are still alive and beating! God is good! <br />
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Allow me to re-introduce what has gone down of late: out of the eight of us, five are graduating this year, two are going on to do masters, one has had a year abroad in the land of Spain, one is on a year out working in a hospital, one is going to be a relay worker, one has plans to move to CANADA, and one is FRICKING ENGAGED! <br />
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How has this happened? Good question, reading back through the blog it feels like just yesterday we were all schoolgirls frolicking (or perhaps racing) from class to class constantly surrounded by echoes of carefree giggles of delight. Yet despite the distance, despite the ageing, the responsibilities, the work-stresses and future-anxiety I can still sit here are write that I have 7 of the greatest friendships ever, contained in this old tea-house. Seriously, everytime we have the privilege of meeting up I am astounded by the love and joy that is encompassed in this special group of girls. <br />
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Whatever the future holds I am armed with the knowledge that these guys have my back! Thank you Jesus for that. So I am going to try and resurrect this thing, who's with me?!<br />
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For now I leave you with some glorious photos:<br />
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All my love, dear friends! Abbie<br />
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<br />Abbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06382137433777545326noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-82320599746726915072014-01-07T13:26:00.003+00:002014-01-07T13:26:44.162+00:00Enough.You've just met me,<br />
I'm not sure what you're thinking,<br />
But I think I can guess.<br />
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I'm a little bit wild,<br />
But relatively organised.<br />
I somehow end up talking a lot,<br />
But I love hearing other people's stories.<br />
I love to be creative,<br />
But I enjoy appreciating what I already have.<br />
I can be giggly and seem immature,<br />
But I've learnt when to be wise and collected.<br />
I can be lazy and pathetic,<br />
But I delight in serving others.<br />
I can be spontaneous and emotional and irrational,<br />
But I'm passionate and I dream big.<br />
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I'm confident in who I am,<br />
But I still have fears and worries.<br />
I know I'm not perfect,<br />
But I'm trying to be better.<br />
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This is probably more or less who I am now.<br />
But I wasn't always this way.<br />
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There was a time when I was very broken.<br />
I'd been hurt and betrayed and abandoned and used.<br />
I'd allowed myself to settle for less than I was worth.<br />
I'd denied myself the right to say 'no'.<br />
I'd made the same mistakes over and over again.<br />
I'd wished the outcome would somehow be different.<br />
I'd hoped that I would be enough.<br />
I'd pushed away those who tried to support me,<br />
But not far enough that they couldn't catch me,<br />
Every time I fell.<br />
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However, over time, I was shown that I am loveable.<br />
I was given people who held me and guided me and loved me.<br />
People who could do this, because their strength was not their own.<br />
The one who is love and strength and peace was holding them to hold me.<br />
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Through them I learnt that I can be put back together.<br />
I learnt that I can be healed.<br />
I learnt that I am worth more.<br />
I learnt that the scars show where I've become wiser.<br />
I learnt that I can say 'no'.<br />
I learnt that sometimes I just need to be brave and walk away.<br />
I learn that He has made me enough.<br />
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He has named me and called me,<br />
He has made me and delights in me,<br />
He has gifted me and equipped me,<br />
He has strengthened me and protected me,<br />
He has chosen me and redeemed me,<br />
And he loves me.<br />
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He is more than enough for me,<br />
and with Him,<br />
I am enough.<br />
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<i>~ This is for my beautiful friends who time and time again show me who I am, what I am worth and who all the glory goes to. I am so blessed to have seen God use you beautifully to do his work by lavishing his gifts upon you and I am so excited to see you continually working in partnership with Him for the service of His people. This is also for the God who has carried me, healed me, given me dreams and passions and loves me unconditionally even when I'm a complete ninkenpoop. Praise God from whom all blessings flow.</i></div>
Evehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05259164531144700334noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-87143021450723414812014-01-04T14:48:00.001+00:002014-01-04T14:49:48.675+00:00A cheeky blog plug, is that okay? And perhaps a hidden treasure...<div style="text-align: justify;">
So...I'm not sure how well this blog post is going to go down following those three amazing, truth-filled, heart-pumping AMEN'S of blog posts which Milla, Meg and Eve have just written. But don't write this off entirely because there is a bit of gold dust at the end.</div>
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Yes, ultimately, this may seem shallow. Yes, I will be plugging my new blog <a href="http://walking-withmyfather.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Knowing God</a> which I will be hyperlinking about <a href="http://walking-withmyfather.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">a billion</a> times throughout this post (don't hate me). A brief outline:</div>
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It's a hopefully more authentic and focused <a href="http://walking-withmyfather.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">blog</a> than my last one, with a dedication to sharing the good news of Jesus and all the wonderful discoveries about Him that I just can't keep to myself! (When I read something new, a book or passage, I just have to share it with someone - it's the way these things tend to go: 'my cup overflows' (psalm 23))</div>
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His premise is that just because our faith is one of grace (undeserved favour) - as in Jesus took our punishment with his life so no good-work on our behalf could ever get us into heaven, it's only reliance on this sacrifice, belief and trust in Him which can save us - it doesn't mean we carry on in sin and living how we want. He calls this attitude - cheap grace. And it is cheapening grace isn't it? It is not recognising how much it cost God to give up his own son, and how much our lives need to be given up in response to this love. In his own words: <i>'what has cost God much cannot be cheap for us.' </i>(p.5)</div>
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Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04320110410812798540noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-15185332790912029452014-01-04T13:13:00.000+00:002014-01-04T13:13:59.180+00:00God's Call - the unyielding truth It seems it has begun, the band wagon has well and truly been jumped upon and the blogging has once again begun. I've got so many thoughts running through my mind about what I could write about yet at the same time I'm totally stuck for words, I don't know where to begin or what to say, so I thought I would follow in Eve's well placed footprints and be totally authentic. <div>
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My first term at university has been one of ups and downs. Looking back it's mainly been down, but despite all that I can say that God is faithful. I've thought to myself many times over the last few months 'what am I doing? I had the best job, I was surrounded by people who loved me, who spoke truth over me, who challenged me, and who encouraged me everyday to press deeper into the things God has for me. Why did I give all that up? What on earth possessed me to go to university?!' The answer is simple, God's call. </div>
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As 2014 has begun, I've sat and dreamed for my year, and I've looked back on the dreams that I had for 2013. One such dream was to follow God's call wherever that may take me. In the midst of the busyness of university I had forgotten this dream for my life. I can sit in a coffee shop writing this post and think back to August and September where I heard God telling me that university was the next step for me, I can see how he provided the last place on a course for me, in the city I had wanted to live in for many years. It was no coincidence I ended up where I did. So why was it so easy to forget that this is God's call on my life for this season? </div>
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I know who I am - a daughter of the risen King Jesus</div>
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So on the 7th of January 2014 it will be exactly 25 years since my parents first got married. And they knew each other for seven whole years before that! As children, we panicked a little when we found out that this was a 'big one'- weren't we meant to organise some party or something? Gather together all their friends? How were we going to do that? - it's not like a lot of them would have Facebook...! Mum and Dad, however, made it quite clear they weren't expecting anything massive. It's term time. We have a lot on. We know it's unfeasible. Short notice. Etc. etc. etc. (Our sigh of relief was almost audible...) So instead, I set about making a scrapbook of their 25 years. </div>
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The idea came about after being inspired by Project Life that seems to be taking the blogging-world by storm recently. The premise is, that you make a 'scrapbook' type thing about your life as it trundles on by; but I decided to do one about the past, to celebrate 25 years of marriage and all it holds: jobs, moving house, new friends, four children...</div>
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This is an example of one of the first pages (there are a few that come before, their hitchhike across America, engagement, etc.) Quite obviously, it's their wedding. I had to trawl through old photo albums, inhaling many lungful's of dust as I did so, and take pictures of pictures. (It was the quickest way I could think of to upload them. Probably not the most technical.)</div>
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This one is about Johnny, my youngest brother's, birth. He was so scrawny! (the weight is inaccurate.) There are many more pages that I have made, or am going to make, including; The birth of myself and Gina, Toby, a page on our beloved and stinky dog Archie, life before Johnny, life after Johnny, Living in Woking, moving to Bathford, Cornwall, their honeymoon, engagement, hitchhike etc. etc. etc. It's taking time I can tell you!</div>
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I see the strength in them, the adventure, the maturing of youth to wisdom. The first few pages begin when they are just a little older than myself, and it's quite a shock to see them do what they did and ask myself; would I do that? My mother, for example, decided to vanish off to Africa (I'm not sure how Dad felt about this!) for a few months before they got engaged, and looking at the photos- her meeting people, riding horses, amazing landscapes, it seems like quite a journey. I question my courage when I'm faced with hers. I question how strong I am when I look at how she is.</div>
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It was almost like (I'm an English Student, forgive me) when you have to do back-ground reading on a novel to fully understand it better. Oh, Shakespeare wrote it when SHE was Queen, and THAT means THIS. Understanding my parents past has definitely shaken the way I look at them now, in a good way. I challenge you to find out something about your mother and father that you DID NOT know before. I guaruntee it will be worthwhile. </div>
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I have everything to say and yet nothing trickles out. I can normally talk for England so why was nothing happening now? The silence wraps itself dizzyingly around me and the more I desperately try and reach out for something to say, the more it constricts my every failing word. I try to relax. I wiggle my toes, shake my head and resume my previous posture. Take two.<br />
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Here is the maker of the universe and I'm giving him the summary of a story he already knows. I'm making up excuses for circumstances he knows all about. I'm acting as if we wasn't there all along. Every second.<br />
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All that that time I spent thinking I should probably make my way back to him - the great prodigal return - yet the truth is, he was always there. He's no stranger to me. He's everything I've felt and touched and breathed and moved and lived and loved. He wasn't absent from those moments of joy, he made them. He wasn't oblivious to the hurts and the wounds, he felt them. He wasn't unaware of the sins and shame, he paid the price for them.<br />
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He's not the one I'm meeting for a chat. The one I've scheduled into my diary. The one I feel obliged to make an effort with. He's the very skin on my bones. The beat in my heart. The thoughts in my mind. The life in every cell of me.<br />
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For every sin in the noisy places, there will be rebuke and forgiveness in The Quiet Place.<br />
For every wound in the noisy places, there will be healing in The Quiet Place.<br />
For every chaos in the noisy places, there will be peace in The Quiet Place.<br />
For every sorrow in the noisy places, there will be joy and strength in the Quiet place.<br />
For every adventure in the noisy places, there will be training in The Quiet Place.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all made new friends, went to new places, stepped over our the foreboding walls of our comfort zones again and again and again...dreams were fulfilled, passions were kindled and throughout it all we remained friends joined by the invisible golden threads which will forever link such devoted daughters of God.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This blog was created with the initial purpose of keeping us together when such separations eventually happened...and, well, there's been <i>some </i>success...okay, I'll be honest, it could be better.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">That's why I'm writing this! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">This blog is the call to arms for all my sisters, it's the throwing down of the gauntlet so-to-speak, the metaphorical kick-up-the-bum. (I had such a cheesy line I was going to use here...I might just say it, just to make you cringe: 'who's going to answer, girls?' Doesn't that make you GAG!?) </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Be that as it may, we're all at University now, the gap year's been and gone, and despite this continued distance, lets use this space to bring each other closer together. Let's post our experiences, our pictures, our feelings, our thoughts, our memories, our news...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">To sum up, I love you all so much. Have a brilliant 2014.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">P.S...How awkward will this post be if no one posts afterwards!?</span></div>
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Every member of The Tea House went on a trip to Croatia last summer. I'm not sure if it's evident enough from the photos above- but it was one of the best holidays I have ever been on. It was a while ago...so some of the fine details are a blur, but a general feeling of happiness and freedom still colours the memories. I remember that in our brief six days there we; climbed a mountain (not realising it was snake infested until halfway up!), went on a boat trip, started a conga in the street with strangers, prayed over the city, went swimming, went skinny dipping in the dark (!), ate the biggest pizza known to man, commandeered a plontoon, did bible studies daily, fought wasps over lunch, prayed for each other individually. It was like our final 'hurrah'. The last goodbye before we split up and went to different Universities. And I can tell you it was a £200 well spent. The prayer, especially, and the christian fellowship was priceless- I entered uni knowing God was behind me, before me, beside me, his plan was in action and his will being done- a knowledge that my friends were integral to making clear to me in Croatia. Thank you friends. Thank you Croatia. Thank you God- that holiday was a gift like no other.Milla Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304222019344783152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-34382803289873659702013-08-31T22:52:00.003+01:002013-08-31T23:06:15.621+01:00Tanzania tales...Lameck<div style="text-align: justify;">
I remember the first time I met Lameck. We were visiting a lady called Mkame who was ill and needed the bottles of water and rice we had come to give her. It was the first time I had been along that well trodden path, and woven between those houses that would become so familiar to me.</div>
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As we walked, children seemed to appear from no where. Popping up out of the long grass and flocking towards us, reaching for our hands and peering up at us with those large questioning eyes. Lameck was one of them. He came straight towards me, and I remember thinking that his long pointy face seemed too small for his bulging eyes, his wrists too thin for his hands. He didn't smile, just took my hand and answered my stumbling swahili queries with a small voice and simple 'eeehh' (meaning 'yes'). </div>
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I have several stand out memories of this quiet, thin and unassuming little boy. The day we first started building the toilet, his gaze fell upon the box of gloves we'd brought with us. Him and lots of of other curious children seized them and wasted no time in donning them with delighted grins.</div>
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We soon discovered that Lameck had one brother (Charles) and a sister (Eppi). And that he and his brother had sickle cell anemia. It's a horrible disease, one only found in black africans, where your red blood cells assume an abnormal shape. If he had been a child in the UK it could have been managed by dietary control and his life expectancy would have been fourty or almost fifty years longer. As it was, he lived purely off cassava and he wasn't expected to live to twenty.</div>
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As a team we strived to help Lameck and Charles as much as we possibly could. I remember taking him for a blood test at the local health centre (the coptic). I remember him sat on my lap and looking at me with a strange smile on his face as the needle went into his arm. I think ashamedly back to my own blood-test experiences and my face burns - I can barely stand the experience, but these two boys ages 5 and 7, didn't seem bothered at all.</div>
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I have many other memories of Lameck - him giving Gaby and I two segments of orange and laughing as we spat them out. Him giving Abbie and me two eggs as a thank you for our help - something that must have been so precious to them. Him asking 'picture?' and 'puto'? (balloon) almost constantly.</div>
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Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04320110410812798540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-8974611311444177562013-08-21T09:39:00.005+01:002013-08-21T09:52:00.578+01:00Tanzania tales...... An 'ode' to Jackson.I really don't know where to begin. And I haven't written anything for many, many weeks, so bear with me.<br />
This blog has been neglected for a fair few months now (I apologise, thank you for not abandoning us in our absence). And as I scrolled down the pages I realised nothing has been said since we split our different ways and Abbie, Kate, Gina and I vanished off to Tanzania.<br />
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Because Tanzania really was all I COULD talk about for many months. And even now a day doesn't go by where I'm not wondering about them back there, daydreaming of the hot dusty villages and the wooden house we lived in; Eagle Lodge.<br />
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We went out with good intentions. We went out nervous. Excited. Unaware. 'Gap Years' are so traditional and cliche these days, and yet the experience is anything but. I loved that every day was different. That each morning I could wake up not knowing what would happen, knowing nothing would be the same.<br />
No, I lie.<br />
There were <i>some </i>stable people and events in our day to day life. Let me introduce you to Jackson.<br />
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He was our Translator (no one there spoke English, only Swahili) and Driver. At the beginning, I'm not sure why, perhaps I was intimidated, he passed me by. I saw him as a cheery, distant fellow who like to wear red. But as the days would fly by and we would spend many a time squeezed in the front of the red truck with him, or waiting in the Coptic hospital together, we came to realise he is one of the best human beings on the planet.<br />
He had, for one, an easy sense of humour and found the most bizarre things funny.<br />
He confessed that he and Freddie (the Driver/Translator for the other team) had thought Gina and I, being twins, were actually one person. He told me, with a beaming smile, how they had rung each other up-<br />
Jackson: "She's with me, at the church"<br />
Freddie: "No, no she is here, in Mkyringo!"<br />
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That set me laughing for a long time.<br />
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He was open and honest; never shy of saying how he felt about the situation in his country, in the villages, or even us. He had an innate urge to help you, always there to lend a hand be it with hammering, or checking if you are okay when you have been ill. This easygoing, genuine innocence and yet so worldly a wisdom earnt him the respect and love of the whole team- many a journey we would be singing; "we love you Jackson, we do, we love you Jackson, we do!"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A child's 'flap happy' hat he adored so much!</td></tr>
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He said many times he would love to go to England, asking what it was like to fly in a plane- I didn't have the heart to tell him, or want to tell him, that living the 'western life' would probably kill all the hope in Jackson. Is it wrong I was secretly glad he would never come to England? To protect that in him?<br />
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Because Jackson had an innate prompting to protect us. Especially us as girls, he had to defend us from more than one 'suitor' or drunk on the streets of Musoma. And yet it more the emotional harm he feared we would come to, that he seemed most eager to prevent. One of my favourite memories of Jackson, is when Kate and I were upset, taking a man, Kitara, in our village to a physiotherapist. On seeing our miserable faces Jackson left for a few minutes, then came back in. He beckoned to us to come outside. <i>"I have a surprise, just come, just come."</i> We quietly slipped off the table where we were perched and followed him round the back and outside of the treatment room. We squinted in the sun and tried to make out what he was walking towards. Then we both laughed. It was a playground filled with rough swings, a wooden seesaw and a roundabout. Jackson was trying to cheer us up. I'll never forget the air swinging by, the green and blue background all a blur with the slight and sudden hint of red.<br />
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He also had an incredible strength of self. He knew, and wanted us to know, the 'real Africa'. He would try to explain with words, and failing that, we once disappeared into the Tanzanian landscape. We were down at the bottom of our village, the team leaders at the top, and were filled with an urge to go exploring. Jackson seemed only to glad to steal us away- Kate, myself and Andy. We abandoned the path and went sprinting for a long way through the bristling Tanzanian fields, following Jackson as he ran knife in hand. We reached a pile of vast, large rocks- eerily circular- and began to climb our way up to get the full impact of the fading view. Just that brief memory of freedom brings a smile to my face.<br />
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So this is Jackson. He is an expert at knowing which trees have snakes in, exactly how to barter with a policeman, how to eat Sugar Cane and how to cheer someone up. He is very protective about the little hair he has, is an incredible teacher in the schools, has a limited taste in card games, and knows TEN national languages as well as English. He likes to wear red, has a chicken called Jasmine, and believes in what he does. That's Jackson.<br />
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But I need to stop.<br />
I could go on in detail not just about Jackson but about all manner of things Tanzania related. Maybe I'll do it this way. In anecdote form. Because I could write a NOVEL about the experiences we had in Tanzania and the people we met, the children we played with and the Church we built. Anyway. This is an 'ode' to Jackson, so that no one forgets what an incredible person God put in our path.<br />
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<br />Milla Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304222019344783152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-86625013991795103042013-01-08T23:54:00.001+00:002013-01-09T09:52:03.923+00:00The Potter's Hands - AbbieMy gap year, where do I begin? It has certainly been a rollercoaster experience, many highs and many lows, but undoubtedly all crafted by God who is shaping my life so that I can trust more in him which is always always positive.<br />
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First of, the whole concept of a gap year was really difficult to deal with. I loved my time at school and I felt really bereft and empty knowing that I wasn't going back. I also love knowing what to expect, I like routiene, and without it I felt sort of lost. But then things started to look up, I got a job, working at a baguette shop, and my expectations were positive, I thought it would be great, oh how wrong can a person be? I dont really know what I was expecting... but I wasn't expecting <br />
the boredom<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexdlFRUgsRiZfqr67_sqXiEofmJoUNQwC-iK_gYVNSzNiu_lyNs7Tuk9FQmIiw0fJUbZZHRuIaYo8PTs6r3IEnjOVPoQSjAp8fx-lXbRt8a7lh6I1MmjU-lUzlwYozA05G9TUvdmhr_g/s1600/blog2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjexdlFRUgsRiZfqr67_sqXiEofmJoUNQwC-iK_gYVNSzNiu_lyNs7Tuk9FQmIiw0fJUbZZHRuIaYo8PTs6r3IEnjOVPoQSjAp8fx-lXbRt8a7lh6I1MmjU-lUzlwYozA05G9TUvdmhr_g/s320/blog2.jpg" width="286" /></a>the oppressing atmosphere<br />
the intimidating boss<br />
the feeling of incredible smallness.<br />
But depsite these things I kept going, I reminded myself that I wasn't suffering, it just wasn't pleasant, but it was where God wanted me. Three weeks past and I got a text, one small text on a Sunday morning. I was in Church, the sermon had finished and I glanced at my phone and saw a message which told me that business had been bad, so I wasn't to come back on Monday. <br />
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And that was it, bye-bye job! I felt a mixture of things, and I would be lying if sadness was one of them, I definitely was not sad to see that job go! I was anxious though, that niggling voice in the back of my mind wondering, would God provide for me? And relief, boy did I feel that emotion!<br />
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I didn't get a job straight away and there was a horrid empasse period where the niggling voice reigned. But God provided companionship for me as many of my friends were going through a similar thing and we really helped one another, bearing with the rejection of another dismissed CV after another. Sure enough another job turned up, at the school kitchens.<br />
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Not a dream job, but again companionship saw me through as I was working alongside friends, and it didn't last long. I got a job at 'Sally Lunn's' in Bath. I was to become a cook. I was incredibly shocked when they offered me the job, I had no experience (expect for an amateur love of cooking), and here was one of the most famous restaurants in Bath wanting me to be their cook! Man! I took it, got trained up and put in the most stressful position of my life: as a sole cook in a kitchen trying to provide for a whole floor of customers! It was not so much the actual preparation of food which was difficult but the volume of it, I am still haunted by the sound of the receit machine, telling me another order was waiting to be served. As they pilled up, so did the pressure, and waiters would come saying 'Where's table number 4? They're still waiting!' At times I wanted to break into a sob and run out saying that I couldn't cope. I tasted my breaking-point and God saw me through.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQ1hbO2ffcbXcrK3bsG68l-ZlGDQPnaBUsb6KEmhl1mu4esEzbamccqXMF4CZc5fPVj6Cmh4wVllvk2ygiaYCuRepNDUO9arWlBwK7zDxnzmfSY7yjg-AqwnCdM88-wJ2Kfg2OdRGTbc/s1600/blog4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIQ1hbO2ffcbXcrK3bsG68l-ZlGDQPnaBUsb6KEmhl1mu4esEzbamccqXMF4CZc5fPVj6Cmh4wVllvk2ygiaYCuRepNDUO9arWlBwK7zDxnzmfSY7yjg-AqwnCdM88-wJ2Kfg2OdRGTbc/s320/blog4.jpg" width="213" /></a>Sure enough I didn't last long there, why? I guess you could put it down to inspiration, inspiration that I believe came directly from God. It was literally before I went to sleep I had the sudden though of nannying! I adore children, and the prospect of looking after a kid filled me with painful hope. But after some great advice from a future-sister-in-law I found myself a job, with an incredibly lovely South African family looking after their 9 month son, Ethan. Words cannot describe how much God has touched my life through that job, the relationship that's built between Ethan and I is so precious, and although I know he won't remember me, the joy which floods me when he laughs when he sees me in the morning, or thrusts his tiny palms sky-ward in a desire to picked up is simply priceless!<br />
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So what's next. Tanzania , to a charity run by Tearfund working with those in the village of Musoma, teaching kids and building water containers. Am I scared? Terrified! Remember, I don't like the unknown! I love home and my family and thinking of leaving them for 3 months is hard. But my desire to be pushed out of my comfort zone and to help those in poverty and to be completely changed by God, well that's greater. Am I excited? Hell yes!<br />
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Sorry this blogs been so long, and so... story-like! I will be very impressed if anyone read to the end!! Abbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06382137433777545326noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-5162854274376742362013-01-07T21:01:00.001+00:002013-01-07T21:01:08.924+00:00twenty twelveI think a photo montage is a good way to summarise this past year and resurface all those old memories that make you smile a little. Why not stir the emotions a bit? It's the end of something brilliant. And I think a celebration is in order:<br />
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Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04320110410812798540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-41813309898266860142012-12-21T12:00:00.001+00:002012-12-21T12:00:56.386+00:00Christmas is Happening!<br />
My sister and her friends every year create an online advent calendar containing all things creative and wonderful to share their love of Jesus at Christmas time. This year, I had the opportunity of doing a piece of artwork for it - and today, the 21st December, it features!<br />
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Click on the link below and then number 21 and have a peek:<br />
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Have a listen to today's song too!<br />
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Much love and MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!<br />
Sarah<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-24685085848020053992012-11-24T16:31:00.000+00:002012-12-04T21:46:29.424+00:00The Potter's Hands - SarahI think it's time for me to share with you what has been going on for the last three months. My only excuse for this enormous time delay is.... well, business and fulness of life! You will see what I mean in a second :)!<br />
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This time last year, I was applying deferred entry to uni. I knew I wanted to go to uni. I also knew I wanted a gap year - I always had done since my brother and sister went here there and everywhere on theirs, bringing back spiritual treasure with them each time. But I wanted to know what <i>God's </i>will for my gap year was. It was a time of doubt for me - am I even meant to be doing this, is this just my selfish human nature, I want to know God's heartbeat especially for this opportunity ... how do I find it? He spoke to me and confirmed my want to do Modern Languages next year. And the sense that I, and others kept coming back to was that God was saying "what do <i>you</i> want to do on your gap year?" It was like He was giving me the liberty and gift of this year. He was asking me to co-partner with Him. This is a really Biblical idea, and if I'm honest, I struggled to accept it. I just wanted God to give a sign out of the sky with an arrow saying GO HERE. But that didn't happen.<br />
What did happen was that I started to depend on Him more and more. That is one of the most valuable things! It was hard but looking back now, I wouldn't change that experience - I can see all that God was preparing me for. One day, my art teacher randomly suggested that I do an art foundation course. I wasn't totally sure, and if I'm really honest, I wanted to go off on some amazing exotic adventure rather than stay in England and study art.<br />
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I decided I'd apply and see if I got in because it is really competitive. When I visited the college, I loved it. I could really see myself fitting in. I had my interview and got a place, and I had this unexplainable ridiculous JOY. Whilst on the campus tour, I had an overwhelming sense of peace that just convicted me that this place was where I needed to be for my gap year. The Spirit of the Lord was moving in my heart.<br />
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I was really excited all summer leading up to it. And then 2 weeks before leaving home, a lot of "flaming arrows from the evil one" - I had allowed my "shield of faith" (Ephesians 6:16) to drop for that moment in time. But what this did mean was that I <i>had</i> to consciously choose to trust in God with every small ounce of strength in my body. If I didn't, I couldn't cope.<br />
On the way down in the car with mum, we prayed and declared scripture all the way. We asked for someone nice to meet when I got there. We asked for things to keep my mind off home in the first week. We asked for Godly strength.<br />
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This song holds a lot of significance for me. It got me through the tough time of leaving home, leaving my safe childhood stepping out into an adventure with my Lord and Saviour. I didn't want to do it without Him! It is based on Psalm 18, have a listen!<br />
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God provided everything - every.single.thing that I needed. There was someone lovely that I met as soon as I got here. The first week was busy and I didn't miss home too much. The art course is amazing. Jesus is teaching me how to release His presence through art. The place is INSANE. I get to live by the sea!!! God just knows my heart so well - everything is so chilled; no one ever wears heels on a night out - I love that! Beautiful inspiration is all around me. He has planted me so well in places that hold no coincidence. I have been able to witness so much to my friends. God has blessed me with a church that just wants to know the Father's heart.<br />
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And it's true, there are hard things: - It is not always easy being away from home. And I have had to step out of my comfort zone a lot. But I'm not so fearful of doing that now. God is shaping me in radical ways, in ways that only He can do. I wouldn't change that for anything. And whilst part of me still wishes I got to go travel, I know that deep deep in my heart, I am in the right place for this year. No hardship that I encounter can ever take away from the all-surpassing greatness of knowing Him! I do have a long summer holidays, so am praying about what to do with them :)! Please join me in praying.<br />
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So I'll leave you with a word of encouragement and advice for you all -<br />
This experience has made me realise that I just don't want to go anywhere that God is not calling me to be. Sometimes you have to look really hard to find what that may be, but believe me, it is <i>such </i>an important thing. "Keep on seeking, and you <i>will </i>find" Matthew 7:7.<br />
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He is shaping me in His potter's hands. And I believe that I really am just a jar of clay made to shine with the Lord's glorious treasure. (2 Corinthians 4:7)<br />
With love,<br />
Sarah xx<br />
<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-29561932339687994442012-11-11T19:03:00.000+00:002012-11-11T19:05:17.850+00:00A very special anniversary Ok... so I'm guessing most people at the Tea House went along their normal routines last Friday without any recollection as to what significance that day held....<br />
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How about I give you a clue....<br />
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.....It was the 9th of November....<br />
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...still not getting it?!?<br />
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The<strong><span style="font-size: x-large;"> <span style="color: red;">9</span><span style="color: orange;">t</span><span style="color: #93c47d;">h</span> <span style="color: #3d85c6;">o</span><span style="color: #8e7cc3;">f</span> <span style="color: red;">N</span><span style="color: orange;">o</span><span style="color: #93c47d;">v</span><span style="color: #3d85c6;">e</span><span style="color: #674ea7;">m</span><span style="color: red;">b</span><span style="color: orange;">e</span><span style="color: #6aa84f;">r</span><span style="color: #674ea7;">!</span></span></strong><br />
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Okay, if you haven't got it by now I'm appalled!!! It was the day we went to see the best band EVER!!! It was the day we went to see Switchfoot, our heroes, perform live at Birmingham!!!<br />
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So to commemorate that oh-so-special day, I thought I would do a post on all the wonderful snippets of memories that evening has imprinted into my mind, warning this blog may turn into a stream of consciousness as I relive the thing, please bear-with!!!<br />
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Excitement and adrenaline pulsating through our veins as we rush to school, knowing that TODAY IS THE DAY. Hysterical laughter at lunch accompanied by a sense of disbelief and jittery glee at the thought of what's to come. A coach journey filled with singing and frantic gasps of 'only an hour to go!!!!'<br />
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Standing in the dark, a line full of dedicated fans, soaking in the electrifying atmosphere. Being shepherded into the arena, seeing the very stage that they will play on, clinging on to the desperation for a good view as we worm our way through the crowds. <br />
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The painful experience of the warm up band, longing for the real-deal! Hearts beating faster, screams pierce the air, emotions rising higher and higher and higher, until THEY COME ON! And is this even happening? The ecstasy of hearing the opening chords of 'Mess of Me' and the lights fall on Jon's face as he begins to sing. <br />
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We're singing, screaming, laughing all at once, suddenly the depth of the lyrics and the beauty of the music pierce me like never before, I am aware of so many things, but above all the blessings of a mighty God who lavishes his grace upon his undeserving children. <br />
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Wisdom pours from Jon's mouth as he explains that 'Hope is a pregnancy of sorts.' Whilst the introduction of 'Dark Horses' give me goose bumps and the bridge of 'Thrive' brings tears to my eyes, the feeling of unity is mindblowing as the crowd all whisper 'like make believe' in 'War Inside'. The rush of emotion as I realise Jon himself just pointed at my banner! The spine-tingling drum beats at the end of 'Where I Belong'. Then finally it's over. It can't be over. But it really is. There is a bittersweet feeling of longing for more mingled with the contentment of have a treasure chest full of memories.<br />
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I'm so sorry if you have never heard of Switchfoot, and you feel that reading this post has been a waste of your time, but please, give them a listen!!!!Abbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06382137433777545326noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-5127955340729167232012-11-10T17:38:00.002+00:002012-11-10T17:40:05.185+00:00We stepped outside of ordinary...<div style="text-align: justify;">
It was early evening on a Friday and we hadn't seen each other in a while... so we decided to bake cupcakes. This alone isn't unusual for us, but then we got around to discussing flavours- and what happened next left us with 8 styles of INCREDIBLE cakes that taste as good as they look.... </div>
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A vanilla cupcake that while rather convincingly appears to be a scone, is actually a Victoria Sponge thanks to the delicious strawberry jam and butter icing centre. We marked them out of ten, and this was definitly an <strong>8/10.</strong></div>
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A soft and gooey banna and chocoloate chip extravaganza! To top this one off we glazed bannana slices in honey, butter, sugar and cinamon- and there they lie, beneah a showering of icing sugar. It is indeed brilliant. And deserved a <strong>9-10/10</strong>.</div>
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A centre errupting with icing and sprinkles, this was a clever mix of cool chocolate and flaming chilli, (otherwise known as- the Volcano) and is garunteed to leave you breathless! For better or for worse... we awarded this one a lowly <strong>6/10</strong>.</div>
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Introducing: Clem. A dark-chocolate and orange cupcake, that is enthused with clementine zest and melted bournville. We cut out the middle, filled the gap with chocolate icing, and then placed the remaining cake back on top for a squeezed, butterfly effect. The chocolate drop finished it off perfectly. <strong>8/10</strong></div>
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so enjoy the tang as you lick it! <strong>8/10</strong></div>
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This is our most politically correct cake. It was Kate's handiwork especially, as she artfully entwinted vanilla mixture with chocolate, using nothing but a broken candle. Don't let that put you off, it tasted sweet and was full of variety- but it crumbled under the competition. <strong>7/10</strong></div>
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Immagine, if you will, Maggie Smith. Warm hearted, fluffy haired and with spicy attitude. Seeing as this combination worked so well in Downton Abbey, we resurrected it as a Cake, exchanging personality for ingredients. To finish, we drizzled honey on top, which completely INTENTIONALLY came out in the shape of a rose. As such, this was one of our best on all accounts (despite Gina being extra generous with the mixed herbs): <strong>9/10</strong></div>
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Walnut and Coffee proved to be a wonderful combination. With a 'mocca' esque base, and grounded nuts, it tasted deep and strong when it emerged out of the oven, and was topped with coffee icing and a walnut crown. Again, a darn cood cake. <strong>9/10</strong><br />
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This twisted, malformed, misunderstood and patched up cake was engineered to bring the joys of all our cakes together! In short: it's half one flavour, half another, so you can have a mouthful of both without creating crumbs. It has to be: <strong>10/10</strong><br />
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So this is a series to give everyone a little glimpse into what we've each individually been doing on out gap years. It's called The Potters Hands (Not because of Harry Potter as I originally thought) but because we've each given this year to God and we now want to share what he's done with it so far...One of the reasons we created this blog was to keep each other updated as we each ventured out on our individual gap years, so here's the first installment!<br />
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I was wracking my brains as to a cool and quirky way which I could show this, and I realised that my gap year coincides with my instagram pictures! I'm going to write too, and I'll <em>try </em>and be concise! </div>
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So far it's been a year full of hardship. I think I wandered into it with a little naievety, expecting to 'get a job', 'earn money', go away to Africa and come back with life-changing experiences! In a sense that's still going to happen, but God's had a LOT to teach me about it and myself in the process.<br />
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I didn't just 'get a job' as I expected, there was <em>many </em>weeks of trailing round town with CV's, hopefuls and then dissapointments, hurts and tears as I was rejected. I found the odd one day job, and eventually settled into part time shifts with the school kitchens. This is excruciating as it means being around the school I have supposedly just left. To start with it brought back a lot of memories, and it felt like I was drowning in the old ones while I was supposed to be making new ones.</div>
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Not being around my friends every day was painful, I felt so lonely suddenly and so miserable knowing that it wasn't going to change. But God has taught me that I don't need to find my happiness in earthly things - I thought that was just money and clothes and all the rest, but I think it means things like friendship too - and that true happiness resides in HIM. So that brought me up short, and meant that I began to tenativlely seek God more and more. </div>
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The dissapointment didn't stop there though...God still had more to teach! So I expected to go with SMILE a crosslinks organisation to Uganda. I went to the interview. Got a place on the third team. But ended up not being able to go as they couldn't find the leaders. Crap. This threw me into a whirl of 'what am I going to do?? What if I never go away? aaaaahhhh'. BUT, God is soverign and it all worked out for the best.</div>
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I've currently got a place on a transform team to go to Tanzania with Tearfund. This is <em>clearly </em>where God wants me to be. It has such a better feel to it than the SMILE one ever did, the interview was soooo relaxed and I met some really nice, notatall intimmidating people there! I think what God was trying to teach me was that, in the words of C.S.Lewis 'not to put your heart in the future.' (Screwtape Letters) The bible says that where your heart is your treasure is also. And what C.S.Lewis was getting at was that you shouldn't put your heart in things that could change so easily and dissapoint you. You should put your heart in the present and praise God for the things that he's given you now. It's changed my whole outlook on life and I love it!</div>
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Mentioning 'Screwtape Letters' I've been trying to read some Christian books to become a lot wiser and more knowledgable about God and the bible, and to get my head around some issues. I would <em>seriously </em>recommend the 'Screwtape Letters' - I know that Kate would too. It is so amazing and it's written from the devil's perspective so you have to constantly be reversing it in your mind, reverse psychology works!! It's taught me so many things that I can't go into, but go and find out for yourself!</div>
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Another book (I don't want to turn this into a book-review post but I have to mention it) is 'Desiring God' by John Piper. I know Abbie would also recommend it. It's amazing. Give it a read. It has some amazing views on joy i.e. our purpose is to glorify God by enjoying Him.</div>
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So I'm currently spending my days in the paradox of dreading and yet needing the call from Julie to tell me there's work in the kitchens. I find it so difficult as it's so hard to get on with the people there, and I find it quite lonely. But I try and use the time to myself to pray for all of them - it is my mission to pray for them constantly so that at least one of them starts to question God and look at Christianity. I'm trying to be a light for God there, his ambassador in that place. I have had one conversation with someone, but I desperately want more. And all for His glory!!<br />
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To sum up: The gap year so far has been hard and will probably be harder but it's brought me closer to God! And I have had some fantastic times with friends aswell. There should be another post, post-Tanzania with tons of pictures and stories, so keep reading! I will be so impressed if you read this, hopefully there will be more stories from the others to come.</div>
Ginahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04320110410812798540noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-70704559059637617942012-11-07T22:16:00.001+00:002012-11-07T22:16:36.645+00:00We are One TonightA couple of posts ago Sarah mentioned a wonderful song called 'We are One Tonight' by none other than the one and only SWITCHFOOT! Well this song has really struck a chord with me lately, as the members of the tea house have scattered far and wide - as we are all taking gap years. <br />
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Oh and by the way - look out for a new series we are about to do on what God has been doing in our Gap Years - it's gonna be exciting stuff :)Abbiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06382137433777545326noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-21848979639999499432012-10-31T14:46:00.000+00:002012-10-31T14:46:06.939+00:00Up and Coming<div style="text-align: center;">
A taste of Morocco and a peek into my drawing book coming soon over at <a href="http://lovefrom-me.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">love from me</a> - keep an eye out! </div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-74713867540569795732012-10-24T23:02:00.002+01:002012-10-24T23:02:39.327+01:00I love bunting.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;">These top two images are from one of my favourite blogs. I'll let you in on a secret . . . I've been on holiday with her & her family before and her twin brother (above) is Mr Burberry 2012! Aside from being an insanely creative and beautiful family, she is one of my favourite photographers ever.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPAgd7dtIAY/UIhjI9nqG_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7nT9KBtBDGI/s1600/bunting-hearts-12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPAgd7dtIAY/UIhjI9nqG_I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/7nT9KBtBDGI/s640/bunting-hearts-12.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr>
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I have just set up a new blog to document my artwork. (<a href="http://lovefrom-me.blogspot.co.uk/">http://lovefrom-me.blogspot.co.uk</a>)<br />
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I am doing an art foundation course for a year; 7 weeks in and we are required to blog our photography! I want to use this for more than just photography so watch this space. I want to post personal images, and whilst some of it will be required evaluations of tutors' selected images and experiments & explanations with the technical side of things, I hope you will enjoy musing through my (hopefully exciting) discoveries.<br />
Bare with me as I set it up in my limited time and let me know what you think!<br />
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You probably can't read the above. But it's a poem by William Wordsworth. It was a poem that I was forced to dissect with a pencil day after day, note every possible intention in the authors mind, and read it until my eyes dried up with boredom, even learn it by heart when the time came. As you can immagine, my enthusiasm for Wordsworth was pretty low. I was told to love it and appreciate it- I was an english student, I was meant to!- and as such my Human Condition, the part that rebells against authority, didn't let me.<br />
But now I do love it. I love it enough to <em>blog </em>about it! So what changed?<br />
Well, when I read back on it, and immagined the scene Wordsworth tried to capture with his careful selection of metaphors, adverbs and exclamation... I felt what he was was trying to do. I now read it and see the morning light hit the domes and spheres and feel the human heart in the city. I love the poem. Because I read it because I wanted to, and loved it from my own freedom to. From my own free will.<br />
And so it got me thinking....<br />
...and as I do most of the time, when I ponder, my thoughts turned it back to God.<br />
Because isn't all that a little like what God wants from us?<br />
Maybe God put us in that fateful garden with that deadly tree, confronted us with that poisonous fruit and inevitable choice.... because he wanted us to be free to <em>chose </em>him or not. If we're told we have to love God, we must worship him, we must give up our own way and choose his... it'll be with a heart that resents and struggles and beats only to escape. But when we chose God with that freedom, when we look at Him and swear his way is the right way, and know his truth is the only truth, and he is the life we must live... that's when God is happiest with us. His creation. Because that's what we were made to do.<br />
So that was one little lesson I learnt from looking back over an old poem, that an old man wrote many many years ago. <br />
But this isn't just a lesson that we learn, commit to God, and then move on from. No, we are confronted with such poisonous fruit every single day. There won't be a time when we don't have to decide, even subconciously, which way we're doing to take. Are we going to use our given freedom to choose God? The fact that we can come back from the <em>wrong </em>decision, to live and decide again, is a grace granted through the cross. And it's a lesson that christians are <em>never </em>too old to be reminded of- despite what they may think- it's a promise we can come back to daily, and thank God for. It's a promise to take and write poems about, because the "earth has not anything to show more fair" than Jesus Christ, and the cross he died on.Milla Linghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15304222019344783152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-48128808146557064172012-10-04T23:50:00.000+01:002012-10-04T23:50:39.850+01:00Chasing the Sun - PART 2.<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">As the darkness brewed, <span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"> the plane in fact caught up with the sun once again. Chasing the sun through the darkness </span><i style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;">was</i><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"> worth the effort. Faith and hope </span><i style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;">did </i><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;">win. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 20px; text-align: justify;"><i>All who seek WILL find the light. </i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><span style="background-color: white;">" When <span style="font-size: large;">Jesus</span> spoke again to the people, he said, </span><span class="woj" style="background-color: white;">“I am<sup class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-26394A" title="See cross-reference A">A</a>)"></sup> the <span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>light</b></span> of the <span style="font-size: large;">world.</span><sup class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-26394B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)"></sup> Whoever follows me will <span style="font-size: large;">never walk in darkness</span>, but will have the <span style="font-size: large;">light</span><span style="font-size: x-large;"> </span>of <span style="font-size: x-large;">life</span>.” " John 8:12</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="woj" style="background-color: white;">It was the most extraordinary sunset that I've ever seen - totally different to those that I have been blessed with seeing this past week. At first, the bright blue of a sun-weathered country mixed softly with tones of dusty yellow ochre towards the bottom. The more I studied it, the more I became aware of the hundreds of tones of colour that made it up. There were colours of a rainbow splashed across the sky.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="woj" style="background-color: white;">I felt a nagging thought prompting me to play the previous song on my iPod, 'We are One Tonight'. It really spoke to me. I don't think that "thought" was any coincidence. As I looked at this network of rainbow colours, unified in the sublime blending of a sunset, I felt like God was saying to me that all the different colours represent people and everything that makes us different - we are all like different colours. Yet they fit together so well in the sunset - this is how the Lord intends His Kingdom to be : one, working in unity.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="woj" style="background-color: white;"> "We are One Tonight".</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="woj" style="background-color: white;">How can we blend all our colours together harmoniously?</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="woj" style="background-color: white;">With Jesus, anything is possible.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="woj" style="background-color: white;">Let's pray together.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="woj" style="background-color: white;">Be individuals together.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="woj" style="background-color: white;">And build His Kingdom together.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text Rom-12-4" id="en-NIV-28250" style="background-color: white;">'For just as each of us has one body with many members, and these members do not all have the same function,<sup class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28250B" title="See cross-reference B">B</a>)"></sup></span><span style="background-color: white;"> </span><span class="text Rom-12-5" id="en-NIV-28251" style="background-color: white;">so in Christ we, though many, form one body,<sup class="crossreference" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-28251C" title="See cross-reference C">C</a>)"></sup> and each member belongs to all the others.' Romans 12 : 4-5</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text Rom-12-5" style="background-color: white;">Go for it!!! </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span class="text Rom-12-5" style="background-color: white;">x x</span></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-71324744061082690272012-10-01T17:19:00.003+01:002012-10-01T17:19:56.349+01:00Chasing the Sun - PART 1.<div style="text-align: justify;">
While on a flight back from beautiful Italy, an incredible view from the airplane window triggered thoughts that had me scrabbling for a paper airline bag to write it all down on. I thought I'd share it with you in 2 parts;</div>
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As we hurtle through the sky, an incredible sunset grabs my attention and glues my eyes to it as we chase it, the sun threatening to disappear over the horizon with every second that passes. But the plane continues in pursuit of it, as if crying out that no, its eyes cannot be taken off the prize.</div>
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As the sun finally sinks and time has its way, the aircraft continues to its destination - it knows where it is going. It reminded me so strongly of a Switchfoot song - 'The Setting Sun' - "I belong somewhere past the setting sun...". We have an aim, and even when the darkness of the world threatens to snatch our eyes of the Sun (Son), and our <i>ultimate </i>destination, we must still, and can still, keep on pushing towards the place past the setting sun, even as the light gets dimmer and dimmer.</div>
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Hebrews 11 - 'Faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see.'</div>
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------<b>A taster : PART 2</b> ------ ....'as the darkness brewed, the plane in fact caught up with the sun once again. Chasing the sun through the darkness <i>was</i> worth the effort. Faith and hope <i>did </i>win.'</div>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4034414721305857379.post-34228874537903408682012-09-21T12:19:00.001+01:002012-09-21T12:19:09.885+01:00The Quilt.<br />
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So this is a post we've been meaning to do for a long time...and I mean a really long time. The Quilt. Milla and I made it a long time ago for Kate's birthday. I'm going to be honest here, sewing isn't my forte. It's more millas. So I did contribute, honest! But the sewing machine genius was mainly milla. Let me stress <em>mainly. </em>I tried. I really did. It was one of the most satisfying feelings when it was finished and all the last little bits of thread were snipped off! Where is it now? Well I hear that it is currently hanging on Kate's wall above her bed.</div>
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