Sunday, 30 October 2011

Day 8: Ka-chow!

We'd spent every evening differently but not through active choice. It's just how things were turning out, and it was very relaxing to be so carefree. The grounds of our accommodation were glorious in the daytime, but at night they came alive in a pristine way that was very much the stuff of romance novels. Balmy night air... palm trees swaying slightly in the breeze straight off the ocean... perfect island silhouettes and blazing sunsets... It's a wonder we haven't all returned home citing babies due in 8 months time.

But honestly? Nighttime changes the place and it's beautiful. Even if you'd just broken up with your first love I think this place would forever manage to hold seriously cherishable memories. Breaking up may or may not be easier over dinner, because dinner in Borneo always turns out to be very distracting. Since everyone on the trip was and is very much quite well-glued together, dinners proved to bring some degree of excitement, the least of which was by no means the amazing hotel fare. It was here and not out on the street that we discovered the national pastime of Kacang.

I don't quite understand the love-affair with sweet corn, but this place adores it. In the same way some American friends of mine found eating pumpkin with dinner a bit of a head-tilt, eating sweet corn as dessert or a snack was one for me. Iced Kacang contains huge helpings of sweet corn among other things and after the dish is brought to the table, the instruction is to mix the whole thing up into a slushie.

It came to our table for dessert as a huge mountain of shaved ice swathed in grenadine which gave it a glorious berried hue. On the top of the mountain peak was a generous scoop of Haagen Dazs vanilla ice cream topped with crushed nuts. Hiding under the ice mountain was a curious mixture of berry jelly cubes as firm as jubes, deep purple jelly cubes of caramelised wheatgrass, more chopped nuts, sweetcorn, sago beads known as 'pearls', and I think there were some bean bits in there somewhere.

This things seriously goes from bad to good. It looks like something yummy gone wrong. You stir it all up, serve it into your own bowl (in our case), then eat it. Truly, the proof is in the pudding - and they do call it a pudding!!

Let's step back. Where I come from, dessert has many identities and most of them are formulaic and neat. They are presentable and very much French influenced, not to mention puddings are firm and somewhat cake-like, and eaten with cream or custard. This dessert looked like afterthought leftovers but the taste was amazing. Let's now analyse, and again with photos that are not mine because we negelcted to take any.

Ours started a little something like this, only with a scoop of ice cream on top:

...and by the time we were scooping it out of our bowls, looked more soupy like this:

It just looked... wrong. But the taste was confusingly right! The dominant flavours were the sweet corn and the nuts combined with the sweetness of the grenadine. The sago pearls and wheatgrass jelly were subtle flavours neither here nor there and I concluded were more for a "mouthfeel", and I could see why the chef had presented this dessert in the most western way possible. Were it brought to the table looking more traditional...

...I think the chef would be faced with returned plates.

Ice Kacang was a dessert to be experienced and I'd make it here at home for sure, because in summer it'd be more refreshing than ice cream on its own. The shaved ice provides a crunchiness and the various textures make it a real mystery in the mouth. It's Agatha Christie meets Nigella Lawson on a diet because there's nothing in this to add to waistlines or hips at all. That sole scoop of ice cream on top doesn't do a thing.

Decide: If you are what you eat, how would you describe yourself? Do you need a little more adventure or will you grow old in a boring but tried and true way?

"Don’t be afraid, for I am with you.
      Don’t be discouraged, for I am your God.
   I will strengthen you and help you.
      I will hold you up with my victorious right hand." Isaiah 41v10 sois pas effrayé,
      car je suis avec toi;
      ne sois pas angoissé,
      car moi je suis ton Dieu.
      Je t'affermis,
      je viens à ton secours,
      pour sûr, je te soutiens de mon bras droit qui fait justice.

Day 7: Up & @ 'em!!

This day was probably the most memorable by far. Awake at 6am, we breakfasted and teksi'd out to the airport. This was funny to me because the guy who called for our teksi was named "Hail". Classic. Even funnier was that the two of our travel buds coming with us on this occasion got our bling taxi from day 3 and were as stunned as we were by the fixation with the sparkles.

At the airstrip we were weighed and sat before a safety DVD. After this we were guided out to the tarmac and to the chopper that would be ours for the next hour. Only one in our party had been in a chopper before whereas the rest of us had no idea what to expect. Seated and buckled in, we adjusted our headsets and tuned them in until we could hear each other, and then we waited.

Overhead the rotor was as loud as a HD DVD in BluRay with Dolby surround sound. This was the real deal, and we were sittin' in it. The doors on either side were shut and we could hear our Management pilot making final checks and talking to the tower. There was no warning as to when we'd finally lift off and so we sat calmly as if in our car for extended minutes until suddenly it felt like we were picked up by a giant hand! The chopper turned and very suddenly took off across the tarmac where only moments earlier large passenger planes had been taking off behind us.

Like a scene from a Vietnam war movie, we were crusing just above the ground, tail up and nose down at full pelt, lifting only slightly as we came to drift above rooftops and the freeway. The pilot cracked a small wry smile as we couldn't help but holler our bliss. It was fantastic! The remarks that flowed through the headsets were to the effect of:
"Omigosh! I just found my new and expensive addiction!!!"
"Aaaaugh fantastic!!!"
"This is awesome!!!"
"Aaaaaugh!! I want one!!!"

Elaborate sentences to fully express our concise feelings at the time. No wonder the pilot was smiling.

Take off was the best, like fully. THE BEST. The velocity and power were terrific and exactly how it looks in the movies is how it is, I promise :) Unlike a plane where the speed picks up gradually for takeoff, in a chopper the pace is instant. It's a real rush. We were grinning outside our faces, and even our kids were pretty stoked.

Moving across to the mountain that gives our destination its name, we saw below us rivers and un-surfaced winding roads, as well as tracks across the tops of ridges in the undulating terrain that plunged 1,000ft below. We were 5,000ft above sea level and eventually this far above the surface of the earth. That was the on the way. For the return trip, the pilot proved he had something else in store. The jungle was green as green could be, and tumbling down the mountain were large waterfalls that looked like mere rivulets from our lofty place above the clouds. We oohed and aahed without ceasing. The pilot had us at about 80 knots.

(Not our photo)
Nearer the mount the air grew noticably cooler and we shut the windows. The clouds were made perfectly white by the sun high above. Everywhere there was beauty and we marvelled at the creativity of God's handiwork.

As we listened to our pilot's check-ins with the tower and realised we were making our way back, it slipped out he'd flown for the military for 30 years. Husband asked, "How close can you go down to the trees?"
Pilot replied in his deep Kamahl voice, "How close do you want to be?"
"I can do that."

Trust me when I say he did. We could count the leaves! Husband then asked if he could do any sweeping passes or bank left and right. Believe me when I say he so totally did. At 120 knots. Watching the jungle meet you fair and square out the window as you bank a mean, deep left is sensational, especially when you're face to face with it at a parallel angle. Using the "SicSac" never entered anyone's mind. The ducking and weaving was way too cool.

Houses below put our modern western homes to shame. The colours of the walls and the rooftops flickered between pink, beige, brown, blue, orange, white, red, jade... It was like the Med in the jungle and the only thing missing was stucco :)

Landing came quickly and again, with precision skill. With a spin and a few clever swoops he reverse parked the chopper in a manoeuvre purely for our enjoyment because he so did not have to do it. By then he was just showing off and we wanted to take him home for keeps as he no doubt knew from our effusive praise. Only after we landed did we learn he'd also flown for Bear Grylls, holding steady as he rappelled up and down ropes to and from the Borneo jungle.

How long will it be before we can indulge again in our new addiction? Only time will tell, but it was a really special treat to say the very least.

Decide: Are the things that rock your world within reach, or do you have to make time and effort to enjoy them more often than you currently experience? How hard is it for you to pursue a dream?

"For I know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope." Jeremiah 29v11

Car je connais les projets que j'ai formés sur vous, dit l'Éternel, projets de paix et non de malheur, afin de vous donner un avenir et de l'espérance.

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

Day 6: Pearls of Wisdom... in a Cup?

The day began slowly and by now I was hoping to get out more and experience some of the sights. I was feeling over-relaxed. After all, it was day 6. If you're anything like me, if you're not doing enough, you eat. In this case, eating was being done by the pool, which was more than lovely. However, being squadron poo-bombed by little black birds whose droppings hit with albatros force and seemed as though they had been dining only on chutney tended not to make me feel so relaxed.

Mercifully the chutney poo washes right out with a bit of cold water. The smarting body part that was struck by the incoming bomb takes a little longer to recover. Perhaps it was the little birds' stomach acids working an acid peel effect and not the velocity with which the poo hit?

Friday night was flame throwing night, and no, this event was not sponsored by chilli-eating little black birds. It's a show put on by the hotel for the entertainment of their guests, and by night it's quite the spectacular amid the backdrop of the indigo sky and coconut palms in silhouette. The bongo beat could be heard from as far away as half a kilometre in the balmy night air and we ooga-booga'd our way across the grass to take a look on the way to catching a taxi into town.

At the big mall we met up with some other friends, and Mr. Valley was proclaiming the wonders of having just scored dinner for the equivalent of three dollars. One fun thing we discovered was the strangely wonderful and albeit rather confusing "Pearl Iced Tea." On this occasion we chose mango (rather than lychee, peach, sweet corn, vanilla, or chocolate) and the first sip was very refreshing. But why do they call it a 'pearl'? Let's see.

(Not our photo)
The first clue is the fattest drinking straw known to mankind. The second is the choc-chip looking things in the bottom of the large cup. What comes up the straw as something of a shock (mid-sip of a satisfying gulp of iced mango tea) is a pearl. No, not a real one, although there are enough freshwater pearls in this place to warrant the use of the real thing. The larger than pea-sized ball that traverses the straw into your mouth arousing great suspicion is actually some kind of jelly jube thing a chef we met likened to sago or tapioca.

Unpleasant? Au contrare. A whole collection of them in your mouth tastes suspiciously of maple syrup. They dissolve quickly and are really, really amusing. There's actually no other word for it. It has to be tried. It's a bit like plonking a handful of round gummy bears into the bottom of your watery milkshake, leaving them for half a day, then sucking them up and chewing. With the reactions we were giving to this unusual new drink, our friend quickly went off and bought one. Word of mouth is almost as big as mouth feel :) The pearl tea was experientially profound.

Decide: When did you last try something new and out of the ordinary? What can you find to try that really won't kill you after all? It might just be something you wouldn't like to live without ;)

"Again, the Kingdom of Heaven is like a merchant on the lookout for choice pearls. When he discovered a pearl of great value, he sold everything he owned and bought it!" Matthew 13v45-46

Voici à quoi ressemble encore le royaume des cieux: un marchand cherche de belles perles. Quand il en a trouvé une de grande valeur, il s'en va vendre tout ce qu'il possède et achète cette perle précieuse.

Monday, 24 October 2011

Day 5: Island Interrupted

Ok, so you see a small diversion in the title plan. The wordsmith is me is alive after all. I couldn't help it ;)

On this day our menfolk left their ladyfolk beside the pool in search of adventure (wait, I want to come, too!!), and we watched our offspring enjoy the water and get in on some adventure of their own. To start out, we hung out in the room for a bit, and besides, it's too gorgeous not to enjoy. Remember that view I mentioned? It only got better and better with each passing day.

The kids' TV shows are pretty much what you'd find anywhere with one exception: Soccer brainwashing. There are cartoons exclusively about soccer in this country aimed at varying age groups and it's scary. Sport can be hazardous to one's health at the best of times, but will a kid sit there and watch two olderish men discuss an up-and-coming soccer match over a cafe table? Evidently, yes. Conversation between the various shows goes like this:

"Did you see the game last night?"
"I want to play for Malaysia!"
"I got a ball so I can practise properly."
"I'm going to watch England win."
"South Africa will beat them!"
"You're dreaming!"
"You just wait and see!"
etc, etc.

It's not just a cartoon. It's soccer indoctrination. Now I know why there are riots after games...

Back in the real world I was talking to one of the many gracious hosts working a kiosk near the pool and spotted the headline on the local daily newspaper: Beggar Throws Baby Into Sea. I pointed to it and perused the first few paragraphs and asked her to explain to me what it was all about. She said the woman (beggar) is an asylum seeker who cannot find work and because there are no prospects for her or her baby, she tossed him (about 16mo) into the sea. As authorities went after the baby and tried to capture the mother, she then threw herself into the sea.

Another headline showed a deceased man flat out on the concrete as police and medics were about to cover him up with a sheet. He'd jumped from the fourth floor and was having "personal problems" according to a neighbour. I was only slightly astonished at what other countries deem acceptable for front page images. But truly attention-getting was that while we were in this idyllic place with every whim catered to, not so far away were real people with problems the same in every country around the globe, and they're feeling the exact same emotions that life is bad and the badness is inescapable. In short, they have no hope.

I went back to the friends beside the pool and shared what I'd learned, not feeling guilty in the least for breaking into the beautiful reverie. My heart asked how different life on earth would be if only we listened to our Creator and did not ignore His ways or His plans for our lives. What if we used our freewill for choosing Him? How much more effective in my part of the Great Commission can I be?

Decide: Are the things that intrude on your moment the things you should pay more attention to? Where are you wasting time, and what things should you be saying no to in order to be fully effective for God's kingdom?

She gave this name to the LORD who spoke to her: “You are the God who sees me,” for she said, “I have now seen the One who sees me.” Genesis 16v13

Agar se demanda:
   ---Ai-je réellement vu ici même le Dieu qui me voit?
   Et elle appela l'Eternel qui lui avait parlé du nom de Atta-El-Roï (C'est toi le Dieu qui me voit).

Then Jesus came to them and said, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age.” Matthew 28v18-20

Alors Jésus s'approcha d'eux et leur parla ainsi:
   ---J'ai reçu tout pouvoir dans le ciel et sur la terre: allez donc dans le monde entier, faites des disciples parmi tous les peuples, baptisez-les au nom du Père, du Fils et du Saint-Esprit et apprenez-leur à obéir à tout ce que je vous ai prescrit. Et voici: je suis moi-même avec vous chaque jour, jusqu'à la fin du monde.

And so where's the problem?

Saturday, 22 October 2011

Day 4

Getting drinks by the pool has proven to be one of the many luxuries I wish I could take home. The weather by now has also improved so much that we can not only make out the rooftops and jetties on the nearest island, but if we squinted we could also tell you how many people were meandering there. It's unbelievably fine and God has turned it on for us in extreme measures. Apparrently last week it was raining.

At the big mall we'd joked about the name of shop that was completely unmissable.

b.u.m. Equipment.

Hmmm, I mused with one of our friends. What do you suppose they sell? Her reply: "Yeah. Like, maybe, toilet paper?"

Actually, it was a clothing shop. I love this place :)

So, day 4 yeilded a great taxi with a friendly driver (bling free this time) who took us past a chocolate factory he insisted made the best chocolate in all Malaysia. He drove us to the marine park where, very sadly, the work of conservation was echoed by the usual rundown appearance. They are limited by the money they don't have, but the guy who became our guide assured us things are slowly on the up and people are starting to pay attention to the needs of their environment. We felt happy for him because he takes his job quite personally and he was a wealth of completely unboring details. The place was deserted save for us, and we got a very informative tour.

We saw many of the creatures we are acquainted with at home such as sharks, turtles and an array of fish, yet the highlight was by far the Horseshoe Crab. It was intriguing enough when he showed us one of 15cm diameter. Cross over to the next tank and he showed one of Goliath proportions - and I got to hold it! That baby weighed a ton. She was about a foot across and heavy.

These things are amazing. They have an almost impenatrable shell, have ten eyes, resemble a round stingray with a long pointy tail, and their underside is like (in my mind) a large version of a Hunstman spider's hairy legs. Our guide told us their "blood" is worth so much to the medical industry and can be tapped, valued at around $15,000USD a litre (a quart) because the anti-bacterial fighting properties are off the planet. They are kept indoors at the park to avoid blackmarket theft, and to save lives.

Are they deadly? Yes, if you decide you might like to eat one. He explained that only recently a family of four had died after catching one, cooking it and eating it. The toxins within the crab killed the whole family. He said it's not worth eating one for the trouble involved in cooking it, which takes about 8 times to go through the heat to kill off the toxins. Any normal housewife will tell you that even cooking something once may be waaay too much effort ;)

Decide: What amazes you about Creation? Do you think God minds if we tap His creatures, or do you think He hoped we would because He knew we'd need to?

"If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
   if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
   your right hand will hold me fast." Psalm 139v9,10

Et si j'empruntais les ailes de l'aube
      pour me réfugier aux confins des mers,

     là aussi ta main me dirigerait,
      ton bras droit me tiendrait.

Thursday, 20 October 2011

Day 3: ***Bling***

Day 3 was warmer than the previous two, and more beautiful. The islands filling our horizon were growing ever clearer to the point where items on their beaches were starting to become more defined. Maybe it was the jetlag, or maybe it was the sheer relaxed atmos, but by 2pm we had hardly moved a muscle and didn't entirely feel inclined to do so.

Before breakfast we'd kicked back and watched a teency bird outside our window in the garden, tucked in amongst some leaves of a plant we didn't know the name of. He was having the most tremendous time bathing and frisking in the heavy drip-drip-drip of a steady stream of water flowing from the balcony above after the tropical rains the night before. The leaves of the plant he was in slowed the stream to a pace more tolerable to his tiny frame, and it was as if he knew where to come and did so regularly. For the better part of ten minutes we watched him, loving that we could, loving that there was no need to rush anywhere, enjoying Creation.

When we finally did go out, we left the hotel in a taxi. Our driver was keen to practise his English and I was keen to make sure I wasn't in a jewellery shop. His car had more bling than Beyonce. More than the Queen of England, in fact. The dash mat was quilted sateen and studded at regular intervals with bling. The gear knob was replaced with a bling-bling version and wore a wide collar of blinginess. The roof interior held a tissue box with a cover of studded blingy-bling-bling. The posts of the headrests were cuffed with blingy collars. Hmmm...

His phone rang. Take a guess what it looked like.

Ok, to be honest, it might have just been a plain Samsung or Nokia. I was distracted by the blingiest seatbelt covers I'd ever laid eyes on. In fact the only blingy seatlbelt covers I'd ever laid eyes on. And the rearview mirror surround that bore a license plate similarity, except with bling. It was wearing a belt. Made for rearview mirrors. Made of shiny black patent plastic with a blingy white buckle.

I was feeling quite stunned by the time I got out, though not blinded by the glare of the faux diamantes' excess. Every girl knows diamonds are a girl's best friend, however I'd never quite known them to be a taxi driver's best friend also. He was a lovely guy and when we asked if he had children, he said, "One woman."

One girl?

"Yes! Girl!"

What a classic.

I love being in other countries and learning the people :) The differences are why we go.

Decide: What was the last thing you saw that broke the mold of your expectations, or gave you pause? Did you go with the flow and admire, or cringe with confusion?

"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?" Matthew 6v26

Voyez ces oiseaux qui volent dans les airs, ils ne sèment ni ne moissonnent, ils n'amassent pas de provisions dans des greniers, et votre Père céleste les nourrit. N'avez-vous pas bien plus de valeur qu'eux?

Wednesday, 19 October 2011

Borneo: Day 2

For me, one of the highlights of visiting another country (or even another suburb) is visiting the supermarket. In my opinion, this common act is an insight into how the people live and operate, and also how they like their everyday items presented. I love seeing it.

Our first encounter with a downtown Borneo supermarket was on the ground floor level of a five story complex, not counting the basement where the food court was which proved to be an experience all its own. The supermarket would wait until after lunch.

Down in the underground it was like one big giant smorgasboard of Asian food and more rice than you could poke a pair of chopsticks at. Our senses were assaulted with every sight and smell, and the heat was unbelievable. Imagine your local mall basement is turned into a grand scale eatery with all the food on open air display, not a caucasian in sight, and you're the only person not wearing sleeves on your tee shirt, and you've got the general idea. The shell-shocked kids in our midst settled for bowls of 2-min noodles.

Our bare arms earned us ladies quite a few looks and we felt a bit conspicuous. We felt better when a woman with shoestring straps came down with her husband and did the rounds of the stalls. Phew! It wasn't just us.

After this late lunch we went upstairs and I got my meander through the supermarket. Mainly we bought drinks and sweets, but this is the best part. I love seeing how they shop, what they buy... Do they fill their trolley or grab just a few items? Is the food unhealthy or strange or cheap? How is it displayed? How much does it cost? How is the packaging different? etc.

I must admit that when one of our friends pointed out the neatly plastic-wrapped apples displayed on what we use as a meat tray back home, I felt this was unusual indeed. It took me a few days to work out they don't buy their fruit at the supermarket but the actual street markets, which is better value and much tastier. Off the shelf, however, I picked up mango and lychee juice boxes, but also snavelled a pack of M&Ms. Hilarious!

The best part was seeing an in-store advertisement for Sunsilk over the shampoo display. Sure enough the woman on the placard was grinning like women do in hair commercials. Her skin was a flawless shade of soft light brown. Her eyes were glistening a deep, alluring shade of chocolate. Her hair? Hard to say. Her entire head and every lock upon it was under a headcovering. Being split between Muslim and Christian, headcoverings in Borneo are a dime a dozen.

I guess we'll just have to take her word for it.

Decide: What do you take for granted everyday that someone else would find delightfully unusual and even inspiring?

"You discern my going out and my lying down;
   you are familiar with all my ways." Psalm 139v3

Tu sais quand je marche et quand je me couche,
      et tous mes chemins te sont familiers.

Monday, 17 October 2011

Borneo: Day 1

So I'm sitting here at 11pm eating cold Laksa from the fridge because I am determined to get this done and out if it kills me (or at least my sleep pattern), and I'm also hungry and lazy and the Laksa was easier to grab than the triple cream Brie. Tomorrow I'm having a clean at the dentist that is long overdue, and I reckon that even after my best efforts at brushing she'll find at least one bit of chicken in there somewhere. Gross, hey.

In any case, I have decided to simply title the days by number so that if you happen to check in along the way, you'll know where you're up to. Seeing as how this is very considerate of me and kicks the wordsmiths in the pants just a tiny bit, I hope at least a few of the stories impress you and make you wish you could have been where we were. God fully blessed our socks off and left us speechless.

Ok. I've Gladwrapped the cold Laksa. Let's begin.

Holidays really begin the moment you make the plans. If you miss the plane or for whatever reason don't get to where you were going, a part of you has already been on that trip. A part of you has lived the dream. Going to Borneo was never a dream of mine but was arranged and became the fruit of spontaneity. Suddenly we were booked to fly with 8 friends and we were going. It came about quickly but was oh-so necessary for all of us. The destination was plucked off a map and we agreed. It was pretty much as simple as that. The affordability sealed the deal.

One of my best friends is Malaysian and she gave us hints of what to expect, but when we got there we were blown away. The beauty of the tropics was raw and unhurried. Coconut palms were everywhere and were so laden that we were gasping with amazement as the airport transfer turned each corner. At check-in there was a delay, so cold citrus drinks and chilled, scented face towels were brought for our refreshment. The kids caught sight of the pool (read: water park) and were beside themselves to get to it. The air was humid and we itched quite literally to get out of jeans and into our summer gear.

The delay with our rooms protracted and we were upgraded. When the lady at last escorted us to our room, the view of the sky and sea at the end of the open corridor was good enough for me. Here. Let me sleep here. This will do. The view is great! But we walked on and came to our room on the very edge of the wing. Our hotel faced the China Sea and a group of islands I quickly decided were mine for the next 11 days. I knew that from my spot in the bed I'd be able to see a perfect postcard image of the smallest island between two coconut palms and a third just off to the side. This place was perfection so perfect I couldn't resist hugging our lady guide. She giggled.

God!! What have You done?? This was so far above and beyond all we could imagine. For the moment the view of the sea, the islands, the green, green grass, and the plentious slender palms was more than enough, even more than I could take in. I was reminded of Oahu's similar impossible beauty. The horizon was filmy and I hoped this would clear yet would not, could not complain if it didn't.

Our lady guide was about to depart but said we should call her if we needed anything.


A personal attendant on demand? What kind of place is this? Only a couple of hours later as we reclined by the pool, one of our friends put all our feelings into words precisely: "Other people come to places like this. But we're here! I can't believe it."

Note to self: Hug and kiss the travel agent upon returning home, and send her flowers every day for a month. In fact, for a year. No... every day for the rest of her life, and then send them to her children...

Knowing we had 11 days was a gift. Wondering how to spend them was a surprise.

Lord, please stop the clock while we are here, and let us enjoy every single day to the max!

"You make known to me the path of life;
   you will fill me with joy in your presence,
   with eternal pleasures at your right hand." Psalm 16v11

Tu me feras connaître le chemin de la vie:
      plénitude de joie en ta présence,
      et bonheur éternel auprès de toi.

Sunday, 16 October 2011

Crash Landing

Much Aloha to the faithful, and to everyone else, a hearty welcome. Our family has just returned from a very blessed two weeks away, and if the weather permits (considering I'm indoors, this should be good), I hope to share a handful of stories from our time in the jungles of Borneo.

Presently I am getting my fingers used to the keyboard again since I went tech-free for two whole wonderful weeks, so if there's any dyslexia you know why :) Tonight I also have to go speak before a group of women at our church about what it was like being helped by God to go through cancer about a decade ago, so my mind is focusing on that right now (pray for me!!!).

Suffice it to say, I am back, and I am BLESSED.

Stay tuned, and I'll do my best to give a story a day for at least the next week. Seriously, though, you have to go there. Be warned, the crash landing feeling doesn't come from the airplane ;)

Decide: Do you need to plan a getaway? I think so ;)

“May these words of my mouth and this meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight, LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.” Psalm 19v14
“Garde aussi ton serviteur des pensées d'orgueil: qu'elles n'aient sur moi pas la moindre emprise! Alors je serai intègre, innocent de grandes fautes.”