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Notes of my Symphony: Look
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He called me outside,. Aunt Julene, come out here! I followed the instructions of my little neighbour to stand by him on our front pathway. Look at the blue ravens! Sure enough, my yard had become a pathway for beautiful dark blue swallows, darting back and forth . And they have a blue tinge. I thought they were black, but they are blue! And I savoured the moment. Thank you for showing me, Grayson," I said with sincerity. I thought you would like the blue," he answered. Like he knew how you love birds!
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Notes of my Symphony: All These Things
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We got in the boat today. Took our fresh-baked scones, coffee, beach towels, and sunscreen . and played the morning away out on the water. As the wind blew against my face and my hand felt the water splash, I closed my eyes and . I rested in a familiar beauty of what I have known before, and how God gave me this beauty now. How many memories do I have on lakes? And now here, in some far corner of the world, I found myself on a lake. Jesus calming the storm? I'm seeing that this is true. Sending a hug....
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Notes of my Symphony: Why
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She sells me mango juice. There was another lady, like her, years ago now, that sold me the same. The years when our oldest two played in the mall's indoor playground and I, pregnant with our third, rested with my juice. Now I met another. A lady from a far-away Indonesian island where Christ is not known. She has travelled here in search for work and makes the best mango juice around. And so I frequent her stall at the mall. She has come here on a search . And she is one of the reasons I too have come.
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Notes of my Symphony: Slipping Away
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The kids have been in school for about 9 months, and today is the last day before summer break! Are they ever ready to play, play, play! They have been gone at school for about 8 hours, 5 days a week, for the past 3/4 of a year! I have loved it. Loved. Like, I don't really want the school year to be over. What have a done with all of this time? I have never had this sort of time. 9 months. What has God done in my heart during this time? What can I "birth" from this experience? So, welcome summer break!
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Notes of my Symphony: Making Home
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Over a year ago now, after moving out of a gorgeous Canadian home, and applying for our Indonesian visas, I was given a reminder that we are sojourners . This life is temporary and we are just travellers passing through. And what do travellers do? They take photos, they seize the moments, they try new things, they are awake to life . That is what the last 7 months have been to me. It has been a learning curve of trying and learning . and I am just beginning to feel more at home here. You have an amazing ...
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Notes of my Symphony: So Close
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It is almost embarrassing to tell this story . We live in a pretty remote place. It's a city, not the jungle, but to get here from my hometown in Canada, 3 flights are needed . and we are 16 hours ahead of home-time. We drink powdered milk. I make yogurt. Most Indonesians drink instant coffee. There is no Starbucks here. Pretty remote. Yes, a coffee shop. Delicious, hot lattes. Across the street from our base. And how often do I miss what is right in front of me? You are right here. So glad for you!
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Notes of my Symphony: Marked
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She sat across the table from me. Just a junior in highschool and already marked with tattoos . and burn scars. I wondered if the drawings were just permanent marker? And she answered,. It's kinda a long story .". As a 2 year old, this PNG girl was visiting her grandparents' village, when fighting broke out. Her grandmother tied her to a tree, marked her arms with signs that symbolized their tribe, and burned her skin. Not understanding why I asked, "Have you seen your grandma since this?
