tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43018299964193121732024-03-06T00:24:26.968-08:00Jae's JourneyJaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-72524129756890708232016-07-28T11:41:00.001-07:002016-07-28T11:41:53.700-07:00A Surge of Hope<div class="MsoNormal">
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<i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">“When my heart was embittered and I was pierced within,
Then I was senseless and ignorant; I was like a beast before You. N</span></i><i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">evertheless,
I am continually with You; You have taken hold of my right hand. With Your
counsel You will guide me, and afterward receive me to glory.” </span></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I relate to these verses, especially the first two in my effort to be a perfect person and in that quest I fail, oh so miserably. In fact, I am learning how to NOT try to be a perfect person, because it is an unattainable goal that will always leave me wanting and failing. So yes, I relate to the first two verses when the writer is not in a good
place because he is embittered and senseless, ignorant. It caught me by surprise when I read the verse and word in verse 23, "nevertheless". Did I read that correctly? Continually with
God? It hit me like cool aloe on a sunburn - God does not go away or leave, this is not a touch and go relationship. We are not left on our own to get it
together so we can then go to God. God does not disappear. I can’t express how
this builds hope and safety in my heart. It’s as if I understand better the truth that God loves me where I am at and loves me wholly. It’s a perfect example of God
loving me because of <b>who He is</b> and not where I am in my filth, joy or
wherever I find myself. THANK YOU JESUS! No, it does not justify my poor behavior,
it gives me hope in spite of myself. </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>“His kindness leads us to repentance”</i></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">; </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><i>“His
love never fails”</i></span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I am brought to tears thinking about a love like this, a God
like this and <b>this is who He is! </b>Thank You God. Thank You for your kindness
and the fact that You never leave us or forsake us. I can be human, not perfect. Yet, I am also drawn to not be the person in the first two verses, His kindness truly does lead to repentance. Today, I will be a peace with myself and where I am in life. Today I have the confidence that - I am continually with God. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-48481167200685901412016-07-12T10:04:00.000-07:002016-07-12T10:04:14.283-07:00Anxiety<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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is hard to describe, especially the feelings that surround it. That
overwhelming panic, the rapid beating of the heart as it is flooded with fear.
I hate, yes hate, that feeling. Lately, I have been having a lot of anxiety, because
life hasn’t gone as I anticipated. The worst thing about anxiety is the
taunting fear. I know the Bible says, “</span><i style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Do not be anxious about
anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving,
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I prayed for it to go away and it didn’t seem to work. What was I doing wrong? (That
added thought that I was doing something wrong only increased my anxiety – UGHH!)
“God, help!”, this is probably my best prayer to date. “God, help, I can’t seem
to let go of this anxiety and I am afraid I don’t really know how to do it,
help Jesus, help.”</span></div>
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I would like to say that all of a sudden I never struggled with anxiety again,
yet that is not true. I still struggle, although, thankfully it is getting
better. When those feelings of paralyzing fear overwhelm me, I am learning not
to entertain those thoughts. I am learning to talk to God instead of ponder the
anxiety running through me. It is a process and sometimes I feel as if I am
saying the same prayer to God over and over. Yet, the God I love and know isn’t
bothered by my repetition. I think God is teaching me to deal with anxiety
simply by not giving it fuel to thrive in my heart and mind. I am now running
to God and confessing honestly where I am at. I no longer try with my own
strength to ignore it; I bring it to the Cross. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It is a process.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span></div>
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often wish I could pray and “zap” it would all disappear - my problems, my
issues, my anxiety. Yet, I realize that I am also learning in this process, I am discovering how to lean on God. I am learning how to hand over my
thoughts and hurts. I think this is a valuable lesson because as I move through
life difficulties will come and now I will have a valuable tool to use. I
really appreciate the way God loves and grows me. I won’t lie and say I appreciate
fighting through this anxiety, yet…yet God is faithful and I get to discover
anew His faithful, faithful love and that I do appreciate. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span class="MsoSubtleReference"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Wherever
you are as you read this I pray that you, too, will discover God’s faithful love. And I welcome your prayers as I walk through this process. I
feel as if I am squeezing tightly onto God’s hand, slowly I am relaxing my grip
and enjoying the journey once again. </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-63363431301181953242014-12-21T16:39:00.000-08:002014-12-21T16:39:36.552-08:00Joy<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I've been full of joy recently - Christmas joy. What you may not realize is that for many years (over 20 years) I haven't been excited about Christmas much at all. See when I was little, Christmas was a BIG day, my mom knew how to celebrate holidays and she and my father made Christmas special. I moved out of state for university and often couldn't go back to my parents home for holidays. Added to this, were some bad memories surrounding Christmas and other holidays; eventually I didn't look forward to any holiday</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">. Some years ago, I prayed and asked God to get back what I had as a kid: the love, the excitement, the desire to celebrate. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Slowly I began to see a little changes, mostly, I saw the dread or distaste go away, but the enjoyment was still lacking...until this year. I can't explain "what" happened, although, I do have my guesses at what could have been part of the change. Last year, I went to a home run by nuns during Christmas to spend time in prayer to God. I was welcomed warmly to the house and invited to join in meals and some celebrations. It was so different from any Christmas I had ever had; I celebrated the "reason" of Christmas last year in a way I never had before.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yesterday, as I was walking up the snow covered hill towards home, I realized how grateful I am that the love, excitement and desire to celebrate is found within my heart again. I am grateful for answered prayer. To be honest, it took a few years before I saw the answer to the prayer. As I look back, I see that God has done a lot of healing in my heart since that prayer and I am sure that healing has been a significant part of getting the joy back. Actually, I realize that that was God answering my prayer, but I didn't "see" it because I was in the process of healing "other" issues. The truth is, it was my heart that needed mending all along. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So if you prayed to God yesterday, last week, last year or a few years ago...then my prayer for you is that you would see how God is responding to that prayer, because sometimes it difficult to see the work He is doing in your life because it looks different than what we expect. Bless you on your journey. (Amen.) </span></div>
Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-52180564786039365342014-10-21T13:35:00.000-07:002014-10-21T13:38:50.047-07:00Living Loved<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I've realized I don't write so often. You may have realized this by the amount of time between my blog posts. The thing is it takes more energy to sit at a computer and write than writing in a journal. I often get distracted once I am on the computer. Do you? An hour later I get off the computer only to realize I never accomplished the purpose that got me on the computer to begin with. I want to improve in this area, so here I am writing a blog post today (and it only took me an hour to get started).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Today, I had the priviledged of sitting down to coffee with a wise friend, MaryJean. We talked of life, Jesus, future and truth. During our time together she said this simple phrase: "living loved" and it caught my attention and made me think. We were talking about our inheritence in God's family and about what Jesus says in John 14 about sending Holy Spirit as our Comforter/Guide, not leaving us as orphans. The Bible talks plainly about God loving us and choosing us. Think about this for a moment. What would your life look like; how different would it be if you lived loved? You are loved! I am loved! This is our reality even if we have trouble receiving or believing it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">If or when we struggle with believing we are loved we should go to the source: God's Word. What does God say? The most quoted verse, John 3:16, says it plainly,</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <span style="color: #444444;">"</span></span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #351c75;"><i>For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life</i>.</span>" and in 1 John 3:1 is says, "<i><span style="color: #351c75;">See how great a love the Father has bestowed on us, that we would be called children of God; and such we are</span></i>." The Bible is filled with this truth. <br /><br />I often talk about living free and I think living free looks very much like living loved. I'm going to practice living loved and I encourage you to join me in this. When times of doubt come, I'll ask God for help and I will read more of God's word to become more acquainted with the Truth written there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yesterday, as I was spending time with God, I found peace in His omniscience. Omniscient means having complete or unlimited knowledge, awareness, or understanding; perceiving all things. Now , if you are like me, I have things I have done that I am not proud of, things I do not necessarily want to advertise or even, at times, admit to. To my dismay, I still struggle with some insecurities and fears. Yet, as I was reading from A.W. Tozer's book "The Knowledge of the Holy" I found peace in the truth of the words I read.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"...how unutterably sweet is the knowledge that our Heavenly Father knows us completely. No talebearer can inform on us, no enemy can make an accusation stick; no forgotten skeleton can come tumbling out of some hidden closet to abash us and expose our past; no unsuspected weakness in our characters can come to light to turn God away from us, since He knew us so utterly before we knew Him and called us to Himself in the full knowledge of everything that was against us."</span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">There is a peace that I cannot explain in being known completely and loved regardless. Peace in the fact that I do not have to strive, prove or explain myself, because He even knows my heart motivation, pure or not. Nothing is hidden from God. Yesterday, I had an understanding with both my heart and mind that I am known completely, in everything good and bad and also, loved completely. In this, I found peace greater than any. </span><br />
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Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-72047564786033492632013-05-01T12:34:00.003-07:002014-10-23T13:51:16.537-07:00It is safe to cycle again!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The snow has melted and the ice is finally gone - it is Spring! And I am extremely glad. I have officially had 4 beautiful bicycle rides all over Skien. Today was one of my favorite rides, despite the wind and also the hill I went down only to go back up again because it was a dead end. I set of with a friend (Erine) and we had a fun start until her bike chain broke in half. Luckily, we were near a friends house and could borrow his bike so that we could continue on. It was a great day!<br />
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I think Spring brings out life, not only the obvious life like flowers in bloom, but something inside of me comes more alive when the sun comes out. I want to experience life, be out and about; go on adventures. Yes, the rain will come during spring too (in fact, it already has come), but that only increases my joy for beautiful sunny days. In every joke there often is a little truth and the joke here in Norway is "enjoy the sun for the month that it is out". Of course, it does shine more than 30 days a year here, but often it feels it is true after the long winter and between the rain. Nonetheless, I am going to soak in every drop of vitamin D from the sun that I can, I so very much appreciate it.<br />
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Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-55714176036776072422013-01-27T12:25:00.002-08:002013-01-27T12:27:16.658-08:00I was contemplating.<b><i><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why is it that the most beautiful animals on earth are hidden away from all humans except those wearing elaborate SCUBA equipment? Who are they beautiful for? </span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i style="text-align: right;">- Phillip Yancey</i></span></i></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am reading the book "I Was Just Wondering" by Phillip Yancey, a book of many questions and a few answers. There are a couple of questions that I am pondering and as I watched a video (that really has nothing to do with nature), I had a "wow" moment. My wow moment: <b>It isn't about us</b>. I know this to be true in my mind, but it's hard to understand with my heart. I know the world doesn't revolve around me, personally, but sometimes I think it does around us as humans. Yet, we aren't the only thing in the world. No, I won't become an extreme environmentalist, but I have more awe of God. I also hope it will decrease selfishness and self centered perspectives in my life. </span><br />
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Blessings. Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com2Høgaunet63.723827 11.363207tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-39937274123395787802012-12-20T06:02:00.002-08:002023-02-16T06:48:48.118-08:00Juleferie day 1 (Christmas holiday)I am SO blessed, I get to holiday in a Winter Wonderland. Today, I started my day with coffee and a great friend looking at the view you see in the photos. Then came a knock on the door and two cute kids (Hanne's niece and nephew) were asking us to come out and play. So out we went ready to sled down the hill by the house. I currently hold the record for the longest run, although Daniel came close to knocking me out of that position. <br />
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What a wonderful beginning to a lovely holiday time. Oh, an extra blessing of being here - I get to practice speaking Norwegian! Although the Trøndersk dialect is very difficult to understand (I cannot tell you how many dialects Norway has, but with each dialect they actually say different words, it is not just a different pronouncing of the same word. To say the least, I have to ask what the kids say often, the adults have mercy on me and speak Bokmål. Bokmål is the Oslo dialect and what they speak on tv new channels and is the dialect I am learning.) <br />
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Wherever this finds you today, I pray blessings upon you. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I live in a very Norwegian home, but they were kind to the American in their midst and we celebrated Thanksgiving. I cooked for 2 days, everything came out great except the pumpkin pie, to my dismay. We had a lovely time. After dinner (middag @ 4:30pm) we went for a long wonderful walk, then came back to the house, ate pie and watched a movie. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Norwegians celebrate Advent, it starts, I believe the first Sunday in December, but Christmas season starts December 1st, the first day you can have glog & pepperkaker (glogg is like a spiced cider drink with fruit and nut bits in it and pepperkaker are gingerbread cookies). The four candles below are the advent candles, one is lit every Sunday while reciting a prayer. The star above the candles is just an example of how Jenny & Ragnhild have made the house look nice and festive. A side note: the color for Advent is purple - purple candles, cloths, etc..., but Christmas is decorated in red and I believe they change the colors Christmas eve.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Thanks for taking this journey with me in Hamar while I learned Norwegian. Please pray that I continue to grow and improve in the language, especially as I go back to Skien. Also, if you would please pray for my "family" in Hamar (Eirik, Karl Oscar, Jenny & Ragnhild), they are the youth leaders in one of the local churches and I am sure they would appreciate any extra prayer. Thanks again.</span></div>
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Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-31339376963465041052012-11-27T05:18:00.001-08:002023-02-16T06:49:08.905-08:00Continuing on...How is my Norwegian coming along? Good question! The truth is I can tell you that I am learning, but I think the people to determine how much I have learned will be the people in Skien. I will be able to tell you what they say in less than two weeks. Until then I am trying to finish well. I am a bit nervous to hear what Skien has to say about my Norsk. I still have poor sentence structure (yes, I want to translate it directly from English). I still struggle understanding when people talk at normal pace (I still find it a bit too fast). Yet, I continue to learn.<br />
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Below are a few photos of the area I have taken, so you have a small sample of my surroundings. I find myself liking Hamar more and more (I am sure it is because the wonderful people I have met and continue to meet). <br />
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Pictures: The lake (biggest lake in Norway), the city center, sunset over the lake, me on Thanksgiving day. <br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Winter has come, so why hasn't the understanding of the language come as well? Yes, I must admit that I am not fluent yet. Most of you will not be surprised, but I think I am disappointed a little. You may have noticed I did not post last week. A quick recap, at the end of week three I had got a horrible headache, felt sick and didn't study for 3 days (It's hard to say I did not study, as I live with Norwegians who speak Norwegian around me all the time, but I was not very proactive about my learning. Let's call it a bit of a breakdown.) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">So, last week - week four - I took it easier to avoid any such breakdowns again. I think I took it too easy, because I feel like I am going backwards as it is harder, not easier, to understand when people talk Norwegian. The truth is I hear Norwegian quite a LOT. This is good, but so frustrating when I do not understand. Let's just say, I am quiet at the dinner table and my roommates know they can still speak privately even if I am in the same room. I pick up words and sometimes sentences, but complete thoughts are a blur to me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The good news is my two months are not over as I do not leave here until December 9th. I knew it would take a couple of months, but secretly, I hoped I would be an amazingly fast learner and BAM! I would know Norwegian. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> I suppose I need reminding from God that learning...IS A PROCESS. Honestly, this is a good reminder, often when I am in a process of building character I want "instant" results, as well. Character, language, so many things take time in life and should be pursued but not rushed. Society, technology tells me different, they say that I should do things in a rush. They say if I wait life will be boring or worse my life, what I want out of life will become obsolete. Some things are worth the time and are actually better with time. Things like: character, relationships, learning things (playing guitar, engineering, medicine, etc...and apparently language). </span><br />
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Week two can be summed up with the word: Improvement. <br />
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When I first arrived here speaking, having an actual conversations in Norwegian was not a reality, but now I can have small conversations. Of course, the subject matter is limited, but at least now I am able to practice speaking. The Norwegians here continue to have a LOT of patience, and they agree that I have improved. The highlight of my week was when a friend from Skien called and we had a conversation for 45 minutes in Norwegian. It was so nice and my friend was SO patient. I still have trouble understanding people when they talk at normal talking speed, but I believe that will come with time. It is also apparent that my vocabulary needs to increase. I do read Calvin and Hobbes in Norwegian (here they are called Tommy og Tigern) as a learning tool. I realize from reading, or trying to read, the comics and other books I have that I need to know more words. <br />
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Last week I also had the opportunity to help someone who is trying to move. I used the bus and after a few mistakes, misunderstandings and an hour long walk to the place I really needed to be I now understand the bus system. It has been nice to help people and to have the ability to just be a blessing where needed. Tonight I am off to help in the cafe and will get more practice conversing in Norwegian. <br />
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Thanks to all who have been praying for me, I truly appreciate it and if you would, please continue to pray. <br />
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Takk (Thank you in Norsk)Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-3003781355232906812012-10-11T00:18:00.003-07:002012-10-11T00:19:13.090-07:00A music recommendation<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">I have a friend who has a blog and she has "New Music Monday" where she recommends a song or artist (Lyndee </span><a href="http://lyndeej.wordpress.com/"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">http://lyndeej.wordpress.com/</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">, she has great recipes too, check her out). Today, I was listening to a song and was struck by the lyrics, but could not find a video to post for you, so better yet (I hope this is better), I have a way for you to download it free and legally at </span><a href="http://noisetrade.com/cautioners"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">http://noisetrade.com/cautioners</span></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">. The lyrics that caught my attention is from the song 'Treasure': </span><br />
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Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-73648227087763835212012-10-07T08:38:00.002-07:002023-02-16T06:49:25.724-08:00Off to a Great Start!<span style="background-color: white;">The first week in Hamar or should I say...først uken i Hamar:</span><br />
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I have travelled to Hamar to live with four wonderful youth leaders that work with the Free Church (Frikirke). Since July, I had planned to move outside of the YWAM base for a month or two to learn Norwegian. YWAM Skien is mostly Norwegians, but because of the international status the people at the base speak primarily English, thus it was recommended that I go away so I could learn, breath, and think Norwegian. I arrived in Hamar on the first of October. <br />
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This week I have heard more Norwegian than ever. My housemates mainly speak Norwegian around the house, unless I cannot understand what they say and they are talking directly to me (this is often, sadly, as my vocabulary is not large enough, but usually they try to communicate first in Norwegian). I have also continued my studies to increase my vocabulary, needless to say my mind is quite tired after a day. Trying to think, talk, listen, read and communicate all in Norwegian has my brain spinning. I have been frustrated, VERY frustrated, during this week and I hear that is a good sign (it does not feel so great though). I am so grateful for the kindness, gentleness and patience of the Norwegians here, truly they are so kind. <br />
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I have also had chances to help out at the cafe run by several churches in the city. (A group of churches came together and run a cafe 3 days a week for the local community, it is so wonderful to watch the body of Christ come together and serve the city in this way.) I have also gone to a prayer meeting, helped with some practical things at the house and church, been to the weekly youth meeting, attended the Sunday service and met many great people. <br />
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Please, when you think about me - pray. Pray for breakthrough in understanding. Pray that I would bless and be a blessing to the church and people here. Please pray that I would have patience with myself and the learning process. Lastly, pray I would have fun!<br />
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The picture is the view from the kitchen window. Often in the morning I sit by this window to eat breakfast, so lovely! <br />
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Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-71900414568820651302012-07-25T13:42:00.001-07:002012-07-25T14:42:49.140-07:00Newcastle Olympic Video UpdateHi. Here is a video update of our time in Newcastle from the team I am on. You an follow all of of our YWAM Norway teams at ywamnorway.wordpress.com<br />
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lnza5zv8NEY&sns=em Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-60072025396814189672012-07-17T07:28:00.001-07:002023-02-16T06:49:37.984-08:00The Greatest ArtistI am at GoFest (http://ywamnorway.wordpress.com/2012/05/11/a-day-in-newcastle/), this is a summer festival and outreach we are doing as YWAM Norway. Normally, the GoFest starts out the YWAM year, but this year it is the launching platform for the outreach in Newcastle England during the Olympics. All that to say, I am currently in Stavern Norway at the GoFest. <br />
This morning I was having some alone time with God. This picture was my view. I hope you can see the water. As I looks at the water I thought it looked small from the place where I sat. I then considered how large it would be if I got closer then I thought of all the details that go into making this view. All the details in the sea, the plants and animals in the sea are complex and so wonderful to look at. My reaction: God is an AMAZING artist, the best. His work was so beautiful and detailed. For those who know me well, you know detail isn't my strong point. Yet I was marveling at God's attention to detail and found myself being thankful for that part of His character. I, also, found myself appreciating my friends who are more detailed and wanted to compliment them on their resemblance to God So, if you are one of those friends reading this consider the fact that your attention to detail is something that you got (inherited) from your Father God. The same God that created/designed all the items in the picture. He is the Greatest Artist ever!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-59334428900758561552012-06-24T06:02:00.002-07:002023-02-16T06:52:49.493-08:00Indonesia Highlights<h4>
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<span style="background-color: white;">Indonesia was beautiful, such a diverse country. The city was FULL of people, bursting with life. We often said as a team the only time the city slept was from 2 am - 4 am. On the other hand, the countryside was such raw simple beauty. The rice fields were such a wonder to look at, so beautiful and all done by hand, I respect the hard work that went into it. The ocean was, of course, gorgeous (but anyone who truly knows me, knows that is my favorite place to be is next to water). We didn't spend tons of time at the waters edge, but the days we did were so nice. </span><br />
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I'm sure there are quite a lot of differences, but I think I am surprised about the similarities. As for the differences, I've noticed my heart of intercession increasing being here. I know that I do not understand the culture, especially their view on women, but I can pray. The song I find myself singing over this nation is "Freedom Reigns" by Jesus Culture - Freedom can reign in this place!<br />
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First, a little background. Our main activities have been to encourage the churches and Christians locally here. What this means practically is everyone has had the chance to preach a message, all the students got to do this twice. Fast forward to the prison meeting where Thomas got to preach his 2nd sermon...and preach he did. That day we saw God move and 5 men made decisions for Jesus. <br />
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Next sermon was given by Hanne at a youth meeting in a University. This night Hanne preached about it all being about God instead of being focussed on ourselves. She had an alter call, about 15 students came up for prayer, some crying as they were touched by God. <br />
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We ended our time well in Bandung and have safely arrived in our next destination: An orphanage in Bali, where we will live and work for the remaining of our outreach. Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-40694141052697084712012-04-09T01:42:00.001-07:002023-02-16T06:53:39.980-08:00Life in IndonesiaIndonesia is a hot country filled with people. The people here are quite friendly, although as you go down the street people often have no expression until you smile, then you get a huge smile in return. Of course, there are many differences in this country from the States and Norway. First, it is Muslum nation so you hear the call to prayer four times a day. Second, they are the opposite of direct when it comes to communication. In fact, we have to ask 2-3 times if something is okay (like are these shorts to short?) before you will get an honest answer. Most of the food is fried (Fried chicken is a favorite, yes KFC is quite popular here). And of course, you have rice with every meal. <br />
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Here there is "religious freedom" in the sense that there are Buddhist temple, Hindu temples and Christian churches as well as many Mosques. Yet it is difficult to have a church building because you need to get the signatures/permission of the people in the neighborhood you want the church, but they are primarily Muslim, so often you won't get it. As a team, if we want to sing songs about Jesus we are asked to close the windows and doors as not to upset the neighbors. We have had a lot of opportunities to encourage local Christians here and in a country such as this it is encouragement is very needed. <br />
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Please pray for us as a team (Stefan, Hanne, Ingrid, Thomas, Asbjørn and Jae). We are a very good team but we have had some struggles. Your prayers are very appreciated. <br />
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Below are pictures of the city - mass traffic, motorbikes are the quickest way to travel even for a family, city life and the team. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-37235433951246644482012-03-08T05:13:00.004-08:002023-02-16T06:57:31.579-08:00Latvia Outreach part 2Latvia, the continuation...<br />
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Day 4: All of us went out into the community to deliver food bags to those in need (we got lists of needy people from Social Service Office from the city). We got to bless, encourage, pray for those we met. It was really great and humbling to bless people in this way<br />
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Day 5: We broke into groups, some continued to hand out bags of food, some did a local children's program, some went to a local prison, some helped with give away clothing. I helped with the clothing.<br />
Clothing giveaway. We used a local community center and had all the clothes donated from Denmark, Sweden and Norway set up on different tables. There were home items, clothes (for all sizes babies, kids, women and men), bedding, personal items. We let 30-40 people in at a time for 15-20 minutes they could take all they needed and could carry out. It was exhausting and crazy. We ran out of bedding the fastest, people mostly wanting blankets (wool) and comforters and pillows. <br />
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Day 6: Clothing giveaway. God broke my heart for the needy. We had so many clothes we were trying to hand it out to people to take. I came across one man who looked dirty and disheveled. He was picking through the kids section and I tried to encourage him in English to take as much as he wanted. When I talked to him he got a scared look in his face and backed up and walked away. I was surprised, but I also knew he didn't have much more time and was eager to see him get as much as he could. I walked to where he was and tried to hand him a few things showing him it was okay to take, he did take an item or two. After he left, I cried and prayed. What could have happened that left a man skittish and afraid? It was a reminder of the woundedness of the world and it broke my heart.<br />
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Day 7: Celebration party. On days 5 & 6 in the evenings we had a church service events. Kings Kids performed skits and dances, a local pastor spoke one night, the next night Tjebbo, the outreach organizer, spoke. Many people who had been given food or met along the way had come to know God in a personal way. In fact, our translator from Day 4 had accepted Jesus into her heart (she was from the city, a translator through Social Services). We invited all to celebrate what God had done throughout the week. God did so much.<br />
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Below is a local news report on the outreach (I am in the video briefly). It is in Latvian, but if you watch it all you will get a good picture of what we gave away. Hope you enjoy.<br />
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Thanks for all who prayed for our trip. It was amazing! I also want to invite you to come next year, it is a great outreach to be part of - think about it.<br />
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<br />Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-64091028156156602202012-03-01T12:57:00.001-08:002023-02-16T06:54:44.238-08:00Latvia outreach part 1We, the DTS, are here in Latvia, working alongside a ministry from Sweden. They come every year to a different city in Latvia to bless the people and tell them of God's love. <br />
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Day 1: we got here a day early so we helped unload two semi trailers of donated food an clothing from Norway, Denmark and the Netherlands. 5 hours of very hard labor (the sore muscles to come). <br />
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Day 2: All 340 of the volunteers join together to get an overview of the program and bond together to become a team. Yes, 340 people can work together in unity, an amazing feat. <br />
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Day 3: we unload food and clothing and organize it so we can give it away the next days - it's called "sweat day". Below is a picture of the food bags. We made 1400 of these to hand out. <br />
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We are here 7 days, the rest is to be continued...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">It all began Monday - a three hour train ride south. I sat by a man with whom I talked with the whole trip there, he initiated most of the conversation. I wasn't feeling so great, but didn't want to appear rude, so I continued to converse and besides it was nice to chat. But about 10 minutes before our arrival to our destination, the "not so feeling well" feeling increased and to my dismay - I threw up! Yes, on the train in one of those little bags, so embarrassing. For the next day or so, my stomach would react every time I ate, bad and unwelcome stomach bug. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="line-height: 15px;">So here I am a little ill, trying to rest and relax. I've discovered that I have a challenging time relaxing, I always think I"m being irresponsible if I do non productive things like read, watch movies, sleep in, etc.... It's sad, so my goal this week was to learn how to rest - truly rest. I think I did okay. I've prayed a lot this trip about if I was being irresponsible or not. It's been a battle to relax. Why are we so silly?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;">I've been counting blessings while here, like: I had a stomach bug, but I wasn't "down and out". The base here is beautiful and full of blessings: The view, the showers (very powerful and private), napkins (all I want and need), personal bathroom, there are no schools running here and it is very quiet, Nutella not just on the weekends, and can I mention once again - the view! (it truly is beautiful here). In fact, here are some pictures that I took. Some I edited, but most I did not. </span><br /><br />I head back tomorrow, a 7 hour train ride, I purposely kept a book for this day. I am grateful for my time here and what I've learned about resting, about me. I pray that the next time I get a break I will find it easier to rest.<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span>Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4301829996419312173.post-58818595820513467182012-01-24T07:40:00.000-08:002012-01-24T07:40:08.940-08:00Goodbye againYesterday, I found out a friend from Denver died of cancer - it hurts. At firs,t I was just stunned thinking it was surreal, a dream, but reality is we suffered a loss. I think I realize how far away I am from my closest friends in a time like this. It's true I want to mourn, cry alongside of them. I worked with Cary for nearly 8 years and although I wasn't in his closest circle, I knew him, appreciated him and valued him. He was a man with a beautiful heart. Today is just a day of tears. I'm not sad he's with Jesus, I'd be more jealous if I thought about it. I'm sad that I'm not with friends who are hurting and I'm sad I have to say goodbye to one more quality person in my life. Saying goodbye just isn't fun. I'll be grateful when goodbyes cease and I get to say hello to all who got to heaven before me. Until then...hugs are nice.Jaehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05973538791683750909noreply@blogger.com2