Das Einfache Leben

Just a couple of pics from some great times here in Graz!  The whole album is on Facebook.

Samoel invited a group to Blast Hill for lunch a couple of Sunday's ago.  We had a GREAT meal and shared a lot of laughs.  The work on Blast and with BLAST Ministries is truly very multi-national. . . 

Sula(Ostrich) and Frannie(English) dancing.

Sandra(Serbisch), Sula(Ostrich), and me(Amish).

Everything at Blast Hill is a bit... different.  :-0  We speak something of a mix of languages and somehow still call it "English."  We also have circulating nicknames and jokes floating through the whole team of us.  When we are all together and feeling patriotic, we address one another by our "nationality'- Serbisch, English, Ostrich, and Amish.  When Sula and I are working hard in the office or for one of the schools, they call us both Sveznalica (wise-guy/boss).  Other times, we teach each other rather useless words and phrases in our respective languages and the funniest of those words becomes a nickname.    For example, most often they call me Vel(i)ka (big).  

And we're off...

I bid your company on my proverbial exploit. Where are we going? On a hunt for my English. Some where, in my overfilled, underused brain, I have an education in English. There is an abundance of vocabulary with a distinguished grasp of syntax hibernating in the, what I like to call great, annals of my mind. Before they decide to migrate, I deem important the utilization and production of such skill. *Note: Proper use of complex grammar will return with further exercise.

In a former day, I often wrote. I wrote well. Where has my writing motivation gone? Laziness cannot be blamed, nor can a lack of intellectual meditation. Simply not having adequate capability to most precisely depict that which has been floating in my heart has reserved my yearning to pontificate. Perhaps, my over-excogitating nature paired with an obvious fear of failure has been cause enough to diffuse my prose. Angst, be no more! We launch forward today! We, being my inner-author and me.

I need to write more in every sanction of life. I need to journal more. I need to write the deep revelations the Spirit shows me. I need to write the lessons He puts on my heart. I need to write of the comical, cartoonish stories from my daily life. I need to write in my blog more frequently. I need to write music again. I need to write about a million emails. I need to write more.

delicious feast

Oh how I love the Balkans... mmm.

We had a great weekend feasting in Sarajevo. Thank you, all my intercessors, for covering me and the conference. I'm not really ready to post a whole lot of reflection, but I can say that it was an awesome weekend. There was an abundance of excellency and also a great deal of hard work. If/When I'm ready, I'll give you more details about what I witnessed and experienced.
Some focal points from the conference and from my personal experience there:
- Arising
- Trading in old garments for new.
- Speaking/Living the Word.
- Being Deborah's and Jaal's.
- BREAKTHROUGH
- Unity.
- Joy.
- Vision RESTORED.
- "Seko" relationships.
- Laughter.

Prayer Plea

HEY LOOK! ANOTHER BLOG!

I'd like to say that "we" are on a roll again... but it appears I am alone trying to roll. Shame on you... shame on you.

Actually, this is my "Pre-Sarajevo Prayer Plea" blog post!

I leave for Sarajevo Wednesday evening. I'll first go to Zagreb and then drive to Sarajevo Thursday morning. I'll get back late Sunday night.

My health is attempting to fail me. All day yesterday, I felt dehydrated and really had to fight to get my body feeling well enough to function. I managed through the day but still felt like yuck by bed time. I woke up this morning no longer feeling dehydrated, but I feel like.... hmm... crap. I went to work this morning and actually got sick while I was there. I stayed- not to infect the whole school or to prove some sort of female-macho-hood... I stayed because the bus system left me rather abandoned. It was alright, though. I got through the hours and actually had a great time at work despite the crappy feeling. I am now in between responsibilities and my body is still trying to convince me it's sick. I know I'm fine... and I know this is only an attempt to take away from this week in Sarajevo- so please, stand with me. I'm continuing through my day with everything I had planned, but I am still taking it easy. I'll get to bed early tonight and tackle tomorrow morning as best as I can.

I trust you'll stand with me in protection and wisdom. I just need to be smart while I'm down there... thanks everyone!