video games beneficial...

Driving home this morning, I was getting agitated and a bit miffed... mainly because I was thinking about "mo lew" (non-sense/dumb) things.

Anyway, I was behind a recylcing truck when I was at the height of my agitation...

when...

a 4 litre empty milk jug came straight at my car...!

I had to swerve.

What the!?!?

Just as I got back into the lane, another jug came at me...

I swerved again!

Oh my word!

Then another jug...!

For the next five minutes, my mind was focused on avoiding flying objects. Thankfully I was a student of arcade driving games..!

And I was laughing all the way home.

Thanks Lord for some humour injection...

You always know when I need it :)

Here's some more humour injection... I found this hilarious... but what are they saying about old people though??!?!
Drunk drivers' penalty in Taiwan: Pay fine or play mahjong with the elderly

top word [aren't you lucky, two posts today!]

Miriam Webster's dictionary's top look up for 2005 is this word:

1. integrity

Pronunciation: in-'te-gr&-tE
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English integrite, from Middle French & Latin; Middle French integrité, from Latin integritat-, integritas, from integr-, integer entire
1 : firm adherence to a code of especially moral or artistic values : INCORRUPTIBILITY
2 : an unimpaired condition : SOUNDNESS
3 : the quality or state of being complete or undivided : COMPLETENESS
synonym see HONESTY

Fascinating to know what's on people's minds these days.

Been thinking a lot about this word the last few weeks actually. Wrote a bit about this topic for a school leadership assignment, but aside from that, to me integrity means single-mindedness. Practicing what you preach basically.

I'm learning the value of meaning what you say and saying what you mean.

Integrity.

the room of encouragement

(I wrote this last week... but decided finally to post. Don't you ever do it? Delayed postings..?)

In Bible College, my room was called "the room of encouragement." Natalie and I were the "encouragers" and we were roommates as well. Our room was always filled with people who wanted to hang out or people who needed a bit of "pick-me-ups."

That was almost six years ago...

Now, the lesson's a little deeper...

Learning lots about the value of appreciation.

What a blessing it is to find the thing that would make someone smile and do it.

What a blessing it is to be on the recipient side of receiving a word an act of gratitude.

I don't do this enough. Through words or actions. I just don't. But I'm learning to...

It's about opening the gates and allowing words of life to escape the heart and out through the mouth to bless another person.

If I haven't told you before... I appreciate you. I really do.
I'm saying this based on the fact that I actually know you :)

Maybe it's your smile, maybe it's the quality time spent, maybe it's the gifts you give me, maybe it's the tears shed, maybe it's how you treat others, maybe it's your laughter, maybe it's your "niceness..."

And maybe, just maybe, I'm just beginning to see you the way God sees you.

I appreciate you. You being you.

you've got...

wrinkles.

Yep. Mum just said that to me a few nights ago. Just like mum to tell it to me straight up. Tell it like it is.

I looked in the mirror yesterday and was like "Shelaine, you lookin' bad..."

I think I need a makeover... or something! Help? Someone?

Gotta inject some life back into my face :)

That little "group" that sang that song at my party about wrinkles... it's true... I'm 25 and getting wrinkles. Bah humbug!

Time to take care of myself again.

I was feeling refreshed and good coming home in the summer. Bright-eyed and eyebag-free... Now that the sun is shining, I think me needs to have some sun-time.

why wait?

A quote from a young theologian,

"Psalm 40 tells us that we need to wait and wait and wait as we lament in prayer. For it is in waiting that we permit God the freedom to respond according to His perfect timing and relinquish our desires to take situations into our own hands; in waiting, we look forward to being lifted up from the sinking ground of despair; in waiting, our faith and hope in God is srengthened and formed to His liking; in waiting, our vitality is reawakened, refreshed, and reinvigorated; and in waiting, we enter into thanksgiving in our prayers."

Does this speak to you?

This young theologian is taking donations to pay for his schooling...

Cheques can be sent to my house...

I live with this "young theologian" too!

Props to you, my bro! There's lots I can learn from you... which is precisely why I need to get back to my homework :)

ginger vinegar

(disclaimer to my pastey friends... hehe..)

Yes I have weird tastes.

Ever since I was little and family friends were popping out babies, I'd wait for the time when they call us over to eat "ginger vinegar."

Not many kids like it.. but this one does!

It's like this pig's feet, eggs, and ginger in this black vinegar "sauce"... it can be left for like, months and it's suppose to be good for the mom who just had a baby.

Anyways, my auntie brought over two more pots of this stuff (we already had one) because my cousin just had a baby girl about a month ago. Not sure if I'm more excited about eating the pig's feet and eggs or about the baby girl...

haha..

kidding!

Although, I haven't seen her yet... but I've eaten plenty of the fatty pig's feet!

Am I the only one that has "weird tastes" here???

concert of hope

Went to a "Concert of Hope" at my church... put on by a group called Watoto - an children's choir from Uganda. All the kids were orphaned at one point of time. But now speak of a hope and a love they have received.

One girl said "God healed our hearts. And He gave us peace."

Such a simple truth, yet somehow after being "churched" for too long, we forget it. It's simple, really. God heals hearts and restores it with peace.

Three of the kids stayed at my house for two days. So much fun just chatting and eating... three other boys came over and the six of them put on a show for me at my house.

At the concert I found out what the three boys wanted to be when they grew up.

Hakim, age 11, wants to be President
Douglas, age 9, wants to be a Policeman
Michael, age 9, wants to be a Taxi-driver... yes a taxi-driver!

Yes... in my home represented ambitions to affect all realms of Ugandan society.

These Watoto kids (about 1300 kids in total) are truly the future of Uganda. It makes me wonder what it will look like in say, 10 years... the nation will truly be a changed as each of these children become men and women of godly character, high morality, and leaders of the country and the African continent.

The kids really smile. Like really. Not fake ones.. because even their EYES smile! Here are some pics... I have some more on my camera - but since it's film, I need to take 20 more pics before I develop it! :)

After watching them for two days, I'm encouraged and wanting to SMILE more too... A few of us were sayin, we're put to shame because we don't smile enough!

It's their first time in Canada... or outside of their country. Last week they rode an escalator for the first time... and also an elevator. Freaked them out eh! We take a lot for granted...

new perspectives

A new world.

Wow.

Why did I just discover it?

Goggles.

Yep.

I splurged yesterday... and bought my 20 buck goggles.

My swimming-mates (what do you call them!?) have been bugging me saying what a differences it makes...blah blah...

Anyways, our second last class, I've buy these grey-pink goggles and jump into the water. At first I do as I normally do, and close my eyes while going under only to realize, hey... I can open them now... Ikes!

WOW... what a diff! I can SEE. It really is like being like a fish!

It's lessens the fear of the deep end too... wowsers!

After opening my eyes for the first time underwater, I pop my head out and start laughing like that 7-year old child in me... haha... I think I was beaming. My swimming-mates, these middle-aged women, laughed with me and at my new found enthusiasm...

It's good to be able to see again...

Literally and figuratively...

It really is good to be able to see again...

fresh start... again

Thank God for the lunar calendar! Get to start all over again...

This is a typical dinner at the Chu's... the other Chu's... :p

Final count:

eight people
eleven "soung" dishes plus one pot of soup
one lecture... and it wasn't even directed to me!
one orange each
optional star fruit
three added pounds (?)

a weeks worth of dinner leftovers...

starting right

Something's shifting.

You know it when you look around and a lot of people are/have going/gone through some mighty heart-wrenching stuff in recent times.

God seems to be sifting through the "flour" so to speak... and seeing what remains. Who will stand? Who will fight? Who will remain?

I feel like I've been through the decontamination chamber. Detoxifying my life. And just last week, I walked around with a limp due to a swimming blunder. Perhaps it's like Jacob. A reminder that I am to rely on His strength and a visible sign of where I've been in and what I've been through.

I can say that God is good. He is still good. Actually He is bettter than I thought.

God hasn't changed. Though life has, my God still hasn't and He won't.

This semester I'm taking some time-out [lessening course load]. Time out for me and my Jesus. Need to cultivate the relationship that matters most--above all else.

Take care of myself, do some fun activities, laugh more, play more, and love Jesus even more.

So call me!

peek a boo, i see you

Can't hide.

I try, but it doesn't work.

Ever try to convince yourself that if you close your eyes tightly, you'll disappear and no one will be able to see you?

I have.

I still do...

Ignore it, and maybe no one will notice?

My "washroom quote" (right-hand panel) has come from one of my texts from last semester. The Cost of Discipleship, by Dietrich Bonhoeffer. "Flight into the invisible is a denial of the call." In psychology, we learn about the "fight or flight" way of dealing with things. The last month I'd rather fly than fight. Yet everytime I open my blog, I am faced with the grim reality that flying is denying "the call."

In my life, that means denying everything that I've been made for. Which is precisely what I would do if I were to run away. Running from my destiny.

It's God's grace in my life that He never "leaves me alone." He's always standing at the door, gently knocking and waiting... hoping that I don't run, yet allowing me to do so if I so need.

That saying really is true: You can run, but you can't hide.

A song I heard yesterday had these words...

I made you as a queen. I made you to be seen...