Life

Happy New Year (a few days late)


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Hello out there, remember me? Hahaha. I’ve been away a long time.

I wanted to wish you all a very Happy New Year!!!

2019 will be a year of major change for me. I will be returning to WordPress sometime next week, and I will be starting a video channel as well. In March my family and I make a HUGE move to Canada, and who-knows-what awaits us there. Change in location, change in work, change in lifestyle… It’s all very… hmmmmm… I don’t even know how to explain it all. Maybe a bit nerve-wracking, but also exciting.

Change is very difficult for most people. We are creatures of habit and don’t like to be shakin’ up. I tend to think of it as a good thing though. Adventure. Uncertainty. Expectancy. We’ll see.

Here’s to a wonderful, adventurous and prosperous new year to us all.

See you soon….. 🙂

Life, Uncategorized

Carnaval


 

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Ouro Preto, Brazil – Image by: viagenstentadoras.blogspot.com

It’s Carnaval here in Brazil right now. It started Friday night and goes until tomorrow. Please forgive me for not replying to comments yet, and for being so absent. Things have been busy and eventful. I usually go to Ouro Preto for a day, but this year we are just hanging back as a family and spending time with friends, taking advantage of the 1/2 price movies at the movie theatre and recovering from the first week back to school for the kids (school year starts in February in Brazil).

Here are a few pictures of Ouro Preto. It’s an amazing city in the state of Minas Gerais, Brazil, a former colonial mining town located in the Serra do Espinhaço mountains and designated a World Heritage Site by UNESCO because of its outstanding Baroque architecture (source).

Here are a few of my own photos:

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These last three are during the Carnaval block, where different groups parade the parade route doing their music, drums, message, etc.

I should be back to blogging regularly on Thursday.

🙂

Life, Poem

Made to connect


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Lover of my soul
Will you listen to me
I know you will
My spirit you see
My heart you touch
My soul you shape
My being is yours
I’m here, please take
Me away to that secret place
Where we connect

Do you long for real relationships? Not the fluff ones, which have no real soul or depth.  The superficial ones where you talk about nothing and they don’t have an impact on your life.  Do you long for relationships where you truly sense there’s a connection? I do.

Connectivity.  It’s what we, human beings long for.  It’s what we were made for.  Relationships. 

This poem was written for the one I have the deepest and most profound relationship with.

Do you have a relationship like that with anyone? Is there anyone you can share your innermost secrets with? If not, do you long for that type of connection?


I wrote this about a year and a half ago, but wanted to post it again because of what I’ve been living recently. As many of you know, I was just in Rio de Janeiro for an arts workshop. When I returned home, there was another big workshop happening here on my YWAM base. It was wonderful connecting with so many people. We really were made for relationship. I believe that with all my heart.

Culture, Life

Then and Now – 11 years of love


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November 15th, 2003 – The day we were married. Who would have ever thought that there would be a man who could put up with me? My step-dad told me on our wedding day, while I was anxious and flustered, “Staci, you couldn’t have found a better man than Daniel”. And you know what? He was right. He is my friend, companion, adviser, helper, teacher and lover (and unfortunately, as well as gracefully, my punching bag every so often). All this rolled up in one. He is the one that I philia, storge and eros, and always will be. I am the one he philia, storge and eros, and always will be. How can I be sure? As I responded to a comment from my beautiful blogger friend:

We have been through some serious rough patches (especially in the first year, and me not knowing about certain health issues I have), but have always stuck it through. I am dead set against divorce, unless there is some type of abuse of infidelity, and I have full assurance and trust in my husband that would never happen. There have been temptations along the way, but my strong convictions in my faith, spiritual beliefs, God and morality are what serve for me a foundation that can’t be shaken.

Marriage is tough. Anyone who says it’s a walk in the park, full of ooey gooey feelings and romance all the time, hasn’t been married, at least not for very long. These past few days I have been posting about the ancient Greek words,’philia, storge and eros’ for our one English word, ‘love’ . It has helped me to appreciate ever so more the true meaning of this word and the many facets of it. So even in a culture, where true love and the entirety of its meaning seems to be declining, or at least mis-understood, we have gone 11 years and will go another 11. And if we should survive beyond that, 11 more, and so on. We have decided to be counter-culture and to stick it out. Through thick and thin. Through good and bad. In sickness and health, we are one.

What are your thoughts on marriage?

Life, Poem, Spiritual

The Bamboo Tree


The Bamboo Tree

Planting the seed
Tending the soil
Every day
Not missing one.

Sun shining
Rays of hope
Eyes see nothing
Expectancy continues

Crying my tears
Watering the soil
Watching, waiting,
Persevering, persisting

Not giving up
Holding on by faith
Though nothing appears
To others seems bleak

Beneath deep roots grow
Creating structure
Building strength
Preparing the ground

Then all of a sudden
Before my very eyes
Ground breaks
New life appears

Rapidly
Swiftly
Spreading
Up, up, up it grows

Do you know much about the Bamboo tree? I just heard about it’s growing process yesterday and was so inspired by it.

Once planted, it takes five years for a Bamboo tree to sprout from the ground and give evidence of life. For those five silent years, it seems as if nothing is happening. It must be watered daily in order to see growth. If a day is missed, it will not grow. Once it grows though, it does so at a rapid rate. The Moso Bamboo tree grows about 3 feet over 24 hours, reaching 90 feet in six weeks ( the size of a 9 story office building). During these seemingly fruitless years, the Bamboo tree is developing the required roots and the strength to support the height and width of it’s explosive growth (Information taken from here).

I can look at this story for a number of different things in my life and be encouraged by it. Yesterday though, it encouraged me concerning life purpose and work. As a Christian, I believe that my life means so much more than just the cycle it goes through biologically – birth, growth, reproduction, death. It’s much more than just physical and existing within the measure of time and space.

I sense that I have been going through a time of waiting. I’ve been planted, watered and have been growing strong roots that run deep, in preparation for whatever is next. Without this time of preparation, I would not be able to handle all that God has for me.

How about you? Can you relate the story of the Bamboo tree to your life at all? Have you been longing to see fruit in some area? Have you persisted and persevered in order to see growth in your life? If so, how?

Creativity, Life, Poem

Resting Art – Haiku


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Vast divine artist

I rest between your shoulders

Peaceful and secure

Do you ever think of yourself as a work of art? An intricate and beloved work of art? I do.

It’s very freeing for me, knowing that I am one-of-a-kind, unique and carefully thought out and crafted. My life has an amazing purpose and I have been given the privilege to create art together with the greatest artist of all. Wow.

I’m also overwhelmed by the peaceful security I find resting between the shoulders of He who made me. Not only was I created a masterpiece, but also for intimate relationship with Him.

Do you think you’re a piece of art, a one-of-a-kind, unique and individual? How does that make you feel?