If I am so blessed

If I am so blessed as to have children they will be going to a school like this one.

STOP THE TRAFFIK!

This morning I had this email prayer request sitting in my in box:

Dear All

Tomorrow, Oasis India will be conducting a raid to rescue young girls who have been trafficked into prostitution. Please join with us to pray, especially for:
- The logistics will go smoothly and we'll be able to rescue the girls
- Safety of the team
- Good cooperation with the police
- Those we rescue will trust Oasis and work with us

Thanks so much
God’s peace
Andy


For those of you inclined to do so, please pray that this operation goes smoothly. This human traffiking has got to STOP. Let's be the generation that brings about the end.

If you'd like more information take a few minutes and go check out the Oasis Website.

Death by Nutella

Nutella is delicious. It is. I really enjoy it.

Today, however, my Nutella committed a crime. It killed.

Actually it was kind of amusing. I needed a snack halfway between lunch and dinner and made myself a piece of toast and then spread Nutella on it. (If you don't know what Nutella is, stop reading this, go buy some, eat a spoonful and then come back. I can wait.)

While I was eating my Nutella I decided to go and ask my dad if there was anything he needed me to do. Since he was in the back yard grilling the ENORMOUS turkey we were going to eat for dinner I took my Nutella goodness out back with me.

As I was walking down the driveway a moth or something flew full force toward my face as I was taking a bite of my snack. At first I was startled and then very afraid it had flown into my mouth. As I was making sure I hadn't eaten the bug I pulled the Nutella bread away from my face and immediately noticed that the bug was stuck to my toast. Wings stuck with the body out, legs flailing trying to get free.

So I did my best to try and free the poor thing. Transferred it from the toast to the grass and then tried to clean it up with the napkin I was holding. Which was difficult because that stuff is STICKY.

However I went back to check a while later and although at first I thought it had survived due to a bug-sized Nutella track I found it motionless a few inches away, still covered in Nutella.

I'm sorry little bug for your unfortunate run-in with my midday snack. I have a feeling you didn't enjoy the Nutella today as much as I did.

Accountability

Tonight my mom and I went to an event to bring awareness to modern day slavery. There were speakers, musicians, and a small market selling fair trade items. You should probably check out Stop the Traffik: http://www.stopthetraffik.org
and Oasis: http://www.oasisusa.org/ for more information.

The entire event was moving and informational and thought provoking.

One of the musicians spoke at one point about how he came to be involved in activism toward informing the public about this tragic reality. He said something that really struck me. He mentioned how at the beginning he always turned away from the information. That although he knew a little of what was going on, he tried to avoid finding out too much. That might sound awful, but then he made this really good point: He shied away from the information because he knew that as soon as he heard it he would then be accountable for it.

Wow.

What an amazing point. And how convicting.

How many times have I heard something and then thought "gee, that's really bad, and it needs to be stopped," or "geez, that really needs to get done." But then instead of doing something about it, instead of jumping in with both feet I turn away and hope that someone else will just take care of it.

How many times have you?

Now, I know it's unrealistic to think that I can go ahead and jump into total activism on every single huge issue I hear about. I mean, how many are there? World Hunger, Modern Day Slavery, Cancer Awareness, etc, etc, etc, and so on and so on. You get the idea (I hope). No one can do it all. But there are small things that I can do. For each of the causes.

That statement also just hit me on a personal level too. There are things that have come to my attention in my own life that I need to acknowledge and attend too instead of walking away from or turning my back on. They aren't going to go away, and I am accountable to them.

He also made the point that these things will just keep tugging at you, or that they will keep coming back into your life over and over until you have no choice but to acknowledge them.

What have you walked away from or turned away from recently?

Let's hold ourselves accountable.

Pick up your garbage.

Chances are if you've ever walked with me outside for more than 5 feet you've seen me stop to pick up a piece of trash. Here is a video and a slide show that show just a few of the reasons I do.

I'll also never, ever willingly just let a balloon drift up into the air and out of reach if it can be avoided.


http://planetgreen.discovery.com/videos/g-word-shorts-plastic-vs-plankton.html

http://planetgreen.discovery.com/travel-outdoors/chris-jordan-midway-birds.html


This is our planet, people! Let's take care of it, shall we?

IT'S SPRING!!!!!!!!!!!!

After going to my car just a few minutes ago I turned around and discovered that last nights rainstorm was indeed a magical one. No joke, that rain had magic powers. Yesterday all the trees and bushes surrounding my house had buds, but were still pretty wintry-looking. But today there was GREEN. Little grean leaves beginning to poke out of all those buds.

(Random story: one time when I was really little I remember sitting in the backseat of my car as my parents talked. At one point I was pretty sure they were admiring all the "bugs" in the trees. It was probably a bit earlier in the year than April, so there wasn't any green. I remember looking out the window to try and see all the "bugs." But I couldn't. Yet my parents kept talking all about these "bugs" and made it sound like there were a zillion of them. I'm sure I spent the year thinking my parentals were crazy. Then the next year I realized they had been saying BUDS, not bugs.)

I even made my dad come outside to admire all the green with me. He was a good sport and did, but did give me that "why are you so surprised?" look. Which is fine. I just can't help it. This is my favorite day of the year. The first day of the year where it's sunshiny, warm, clear, you can go out without a jacket and be perfectly comfortable and everything, for the first time you can remember since last September is GREEN. It is my favorite.

There is something a little different about it this year though. Usually for me this is the beginning of the countdown to camp. The beginning of the countdown to the day where I know without a doubt I will pack all my belongings up and move into camp. This year, that is not the case. At least not yet if it's going to happen at all. I have a job at a church and will be leading a mission trip and VBS so two weeks of my summer are going to be spent doing those things. My family has something like 3 or 4 trips planned. I'd like to keep doing things with my youth if at all possible throughout the summer like Wednesday hang times or frisbee nights or something.

But with all of that there's not much room for camp. At least not full time, live in every week kind of camp that I'm used to. This might be my first summer in 8 summers that I'm not at camp. I never thought that that would be me. I'm so used to watching other people come to camp for a summer or two and then moving on. But I've always gone back. Not necessarily to the same camp, but to camp. Since '03. I guess I'm just not really sure how I'm feeling at this moment. I know camps will (hopefully) always be around (support them!!!!). And I know my degree is in camping and so is the majority of my work experience so jumping back in next year or the year after or whenever I finally do shouldn't be a problem.

But.... I love camp. Even when I have a less-than-desirable summer. (Like the last two.) I know I'm going to miss it. Actually, it's funny to me that I do miss it so much when the past two summers were so crummy. But I suppose that's how you know you're where you're supposed to be, and know you're doing what you love. When you love it even when it's not the best.

Anywho, this summer is going to be great anyway. I have lots of travel opportunity. I'll be going on (not to mention leading) a mission trip and will be learning tons. Perhaps this will be a good thing and not a completely terrible one. Who knows?! All I know is I'm going to make the most of it no matter what happens.

And perhaps find a camp or two to let me volunteer for a few weeks :)

"Girly"

I painted my toenails and fingernails tonight.

Doing so just reminded me how un-"girly" I really am on a regular basis.

The jury is still out as to whether this is a good, bad or indifferent thing.