I came to Alice Springs with nothing in order but a one-week housesit and the vague impression that God was calling me here for the season. But perhaps it wasn’t a call as much as an answer to my constant desire to see God do the miraculous in my life, or maybe just an answer to my prayer, ‘Lord, could I please escape the dreary, sunless Adelaide winter?’
Whether or not it was His voice that sent me here, it has been His love for me that has provided for my every need to have been met.
Of these desires, over and above has He responded to my inane curiosity for the different people of the world and my love for the unexpected. I have found it not to be uncommon to eat lunch next to people nursing baby kangaroos or have Indigenous children I have only just met occupy a mattress next to the bed where I sleep. Continue reading
So I’ve been in Honiara on the island of Guadalcanal for over 2 weeks now and I’ve decided I like it.
The weather is hot, super unpredictable and switches between rain and sun faster than Melbourne does, but I’m glad I’m not suffering through Adelaide winter right now!
It’s very dirty here and the ocean is basically a rubbish tip. Everywhere else is jungle kind of stuff with lots of lizards and butterflies and malaria-carrying mosquitoes.
I was living in a double story wooden shack/house thing, but I moved last weekend. I now live in an $8000 IKEA house from China. Underneath is the classroom for the Bible school. They built the whole thing in almost a week.
Right now my house has no water and electricity only at night when the solar panels have charged Continue reading
In 5 weeks, myself and three others will be heading to the (900!) Solomon Islands to teach islanders to teach themselves the Bible.
By the end of next week (on my 21st birthday!) I will have finished the final 3 books I have yet to study and then VOILÀ I will have completed my own, personal commentary of the Bible! (Available for sale on eBay afterwards for $29.95 😉 ).
Then, the majority of my friends/the other students will continue on their journeys in life and the few of us left will spend 3 weeks preparing for this outreach.
We will be flying onto Honiara -the only island we can fly onto (lol)- and living with Continue reading
An army comes. With no tanks or soldiers
But an army of martyrs faithful unto death
Carrying a message of life
The people of the cross
Comes to die at your gates.
If you wont hear our message with words
Then we will show you with our lives
Hey friends! I’m stoked to update you all on what I’m doing! But I also really have on my heart to share about the lives of a Pakistani couple that visited our base the other week, who are currently pastoring a church persecuted for their faith. I honestly didn’t realize the reality of what’s happening to a fair amount of Christians in 2016, but I just wish that it had hit me before now how real it is and how I personally can help.
If that kind of thing doesn’t interest you at all, no worries you can just scroll to read the 411 on my life. But otherwise, I would really love if would join with me in Continue reading
So, this is what’s up with me 😊 ;
I’ve moved to Mooloolaba (Queensland, Australia) to do the School of Biblical Studies (or SBS – another acronym to remember 😊 ) for 9 months at the YWAM base on the Sunny Coast- which is probably the most amazing, relaxed base in the world.
I was so sad to leave my home, but I’m so glad that I listened to Jesus because there is no place I’d rather be. He knows me so well. Classic. Continue reading
I know that whenever you come into a time of intense spiritual learning you are going to be met with equally intense spiritual warfare. So I’m not surprised to say that the past month has been really hard. Eye-opening and life-changing and uber-exciting and all that jazz but also really challenging. I guess if I had to choose one word to describe how I feel about everything right now it would be amazed.
The best way to visualize where I currently live would be to picture Hobbiton blended with the ex-hippie commune it began as Continue reading