The people I'm with :)

Alright so I am posting another blog today, but in my defense my mom mentioned that there were no pics of people lol. So I thought that I would quickly post something about some people.

My class is great. There are only 7 students, which is quite normal for this program; 4 girls and 3 guys.

It has been a true blessing to have these people in my class. We really feed off of one another in our discussions and they are just great people and I feel as though we can really connect. Yes we have only known each other for a month or so, some of us longer, [Some of you may recognize one of the fellows :o)] but we do have a great time together. We are already teasing one another and praying for one another too.

I love to hear and see their passions and desires, these things speak so much about the people.

Our directors are great people too, very kind and caring. They are very interested in what we are doing in our lives, they really take the time to invest in us. Mags the guy in the front was our first "prof". He was great, very open and honest with us and definately showed his heart for people and his love for his family. That alone was a true blessing! There is a pic for you and for my mom lol. Enjoy

Motivation

Motivation?! What is that? Well it something that someone needs to complete a task or at least get to it!

I need some, where has my motivation gone? I have a plethora of assignments to do and I do want to do them. I would rather sit at my computer, checking email, watching Reba and writing blogs lol. I have no desire to read books and write papers. What is wrong with me?

I had a prof tell the class the other week that procastination is a sin. I never thought of it that way, and it hit me really hard at the time, but now I could care less. I am tired and just want to sleep. Is that such a bad thing? I did walk for almost 3 hours total today. Perhaps that long walk has something to do with my tiredness? I think it should be deemed as legitimate.

Oh well, enjoy a nice picture from my walk to church or back on Sunday. Just a scene with the Rockies in the background :)

In the midst of physical pain

While talking to a friend today, I realized something that I need and want to happened within me. This has been a very hard and trying year of my life, anyone who knows me and is reading this probably already knows this. If you don't well it has been. Currently I am in physical pain, but I am also in emotional pain...

Just as we sit there and wait for the sun to set and see its beautiful colours become more vibrant. I am waiting for the Lord to work something within my heart. Actually, I know that I need my heart to be broken, to be rebuilt again. I have hardened my heart over the last year and I know that I need a rude awakening. I haven't dealt with my emotions the way that I feel I should have to let go of my hurt. God is my salvation, but I found that salvation from my pain in people, not my Saviour. I feel as though I let my light dwindle and here I am in the process of going out intentionally to show this light that I am supposed to be to another nation.

I need to be broken, I need to rest in His everlasting and strong arms. I need to allow him to work in my heart and create in me a passion for him like I have never had before. Please pray that this would happen. I can feel it coming and I definitely desire for it to happen and soon.

Oh the AGONY of it all

I hurt myself! I am not sure how, but I put my shoulder out something fierce, it hurts no matter what I do with it. Just standing there with in beside me causes it to throb. I do not like it, it took my twice as long to dress and of course it had to be cold this morning requiring me to put on more layers. I put on a t-shirt, then a zip up hoody, then a vest. I cautiously put my left arm into my sleeve, trying hard not to hurt it more. That was quite the task, especially when the vest was getting stuck on the bulkiness of my sweater. Then came the backpack...placing it on my bed I gave enough room for me to sit on the bed, so I could slide my left arm through the strap. then slip my right arm through. SUCCESS...It only took me five minutes! So I headed out the door to walk twenty minutes to the bus stop...at the bus stop the thought runs through my head ok, so the bus is usually full, no sitting by yourself, if you are lucky enough to sit. So I see the crowd and think how is this going to work? I decide that standing would be best because then I wouldn't have to take my backpack off, causing myself more pain. So I stood on the bus...hmm pain anyway. I couldn't hold on with my left hand so everything was up to my right hand. A sudden jerk of the bus...shooting pain. I couldn't get around it no matter what I did. So I grinned and bore the pain. Get into my classroom and go to a table backwards depositing my bag ever so carefully to refrain from experiencing pain...so much for that. Shooting pain again.

I tell this story, because it made me think of how weak I was today. I am weak, but Christ has strengthened me. I am weak and chose to find my strength in God today to make it through without crying.

After class, one of the program directors came to my aid, she held up my backpack and I just slid my arms through, that was a lot easier than stooping to the level of my backpack on the table. I did not ask and I am very independant and find it very difficult to ask for help. I blame my mom for encouraging this...I am too far the one way rather than down the middle. Anyway...it was great to know that someone else was also there to back me up when I was weak.

Let's talk Diversity!

I was born in Canada EH! I was riding the bus this afternoon in Calgary, I already knew how diverse the city was, but as I was reading I caught tidbits of people's conversation. There was a group of teens (4) all boys, one was from Hungary, and one was born there in Calgary, but he was the only one born here...I don't remember the other places mentioned. Not one of the boys looked Canadian. Then two ladies came on the bus dressed in the Indi wear...I heard one lady ask the younger lady if she was from a certain place and she replied "no from Nigeria" (I think) It was facinating to me that so many people are from so many foreign lands. Here I am feeling foreign in my own country, but learning so much about other cultures. It is amazing!

The strangeness of my new life

Here I am in Calgary Alberta, the furthest I have been from my Ontario home. It is like a whole new strange land. The city has a population of 1 million and here I am from town's of 130,000 people. HUGE DIFFERENCE.

The city is soooo diverse, which is a good thing, I mean you cannot get bored with the people here. They are all so different. In the area of town that I live in it is full of different cultured people.


Traffic lights are sideways, there are hardly any driveways, but allies behind the houses with a parking spot behind it. My home is nice though, I can't complain. :) Stay tuned for more later.