congratulatory wishes...

Well, after a long and arduos process of going to embassies, to police stations, calling around Australia, I finally have my visa for thailand! However, actually this post isn't really focussing on that. I just want to highlight my father's congratulations to me. This is what it said:
"Good work girl, we will celebrate when I return to Sydney, maybe more prawn for you"

As I've stepped into the mission field, my Dad's emails have given me great joy. Take this one from the time I was in Jakarta:
" I was back home on Wednesday morning and now back to office, last night I was thinking about you knowing that you are in Bali.
Take care and have some laksa. Need food money, I will send some."
It was very heart-warming, even if I wasn't in Bali.

And lastly, this one from the time that I had just escaped from Zimbabwe and I guess Dad must have thought I was still about to face questioning or torture and needed some advice:
"You need to be careful in answering their questions. Do not be emotional about the questions, a cool head will provide a rational conversation. Try not to be away alone without any adult company."

I really enjoy how cool and calm under pressure my Dad is. Poor Daddy has had to suffer a series of emails from his little girl detailing all sorts of horrifying situations around the world. I think he handles it quite well.

aging...why isn't it happening internally?

I was online chatting to a friend yesterday and we realised our 10 yr high school reunions are coming up...but we both still feel like kids! I mean, at least in the last year I have stopped being mistaken for a 16 year old, so something must be happening physically, but mentally, adult things still awe/bore me and I still fight (and often lose) the urge to put my foot out and tap the lever to lower other people's computer chairs during meetings, hide in the bushes and jump out at friends walking past and buy myself lollies in the supermarket.
That is one great thing about my age down on paper at least - I can now buy whatever and drive myself wherever I want...

Ahoy me hearties!

So tonight, there was a farewell pirate party for the Conkeys - the founders of Create International who are moving to Thailand. With scars and a plastic sword I fit nicely into the swashbuckling mob I thought. We played some games, which included a treasure hunt that had me being pushed around on a skateboard by my 'crew' and our team won!
I'm starting to think about Thailand already, and getting pretty excited to be there...

Johanneburg News

So today I was sad because I have no idea where I have stuck my head for the last two weeks, but this morning was the first I heard about the racial violence in South Africa.
Strangely, last night before I found out I had this super strong sense to pray for Joseph Project in Johannesburg, and as I thought about the children there I actually started crying right in the middle of the Friday night service.
Then today I chatted online to a couple of my friends there and the violence is worse than I thought when I first heard about it. Some kids from the Joseph Project centre have had to take refuge in the local police station, more have been evacuated as Fox street (1 street behind the project and where many of the kids live) has had looting and the police moved in with rubber bullets. The staff are volunteering at the refuge centres.
The violence is mainly Zulus against other african immigrants and is concentrated in the townships. The government is responding like in apartheid days - sending in the tank-trucks to the townships. Armed mobs are on the streets and refugees are fleeing back to the countries they left - even Zimbabweans!
I'll end with a quote from Dylan at http://www.mr-boohiss.blogspot.com
My Zim friends made a humorous (I admire their resiliency), but incredibly sad comment. “We Zimbabweans, where can we run? Mugabe, violence and beatings at home. Racist South Africans beating, robbing, and killing us here. Hmm… I guess here is the best then. I would rather be beat on a full stomach than beat on and empty stomach.”

Indonesia!

So I find myself miles down the road from my last post, although I'm back where I was when I last wrote. I've been to Indonesia for 5 weeks, filmed 3 movies and gotten really really sick.
How do I summarise Indonesia? Let me say the work, the people and the landscapes we went through were amazing, but the spiritual warfare terribly harsh. I don't think I've ever felt more awful on any mission trip, even though I was doing what I love. But maybe that's cause the outcome of these video projects could be amazing.
Jakarta was warm, wild taxi rides to meetings all over, mega malls contrasting horrific slums and we would visit both in a day with the teams. Bandung and Ciwidey were calm rice paddies, villages of excited children, walking along the alleys of the kampoengs saying 'pagi!', sleeping in damp concrete rooms and misty hills everywhere.

Ywam Perth! Arggh!

So sorry for the super delayed update, blame the hecticness of moving home from the UK to Sydney, going on holidays to Victoria, then packing all up again to come to Perth for 6 months!
Okay, here's the impressions so far...
I arrived in Perth and met my school the next day. One of my first thoughts was 'oh thank goodness, we're going to get along' cause we were all laughing wildly on our first night together. And actually we do have some seriously funny people within our group of 6 students.
Then I realised Perth was ridiculously hectic. Maybe because my DTS was all about children and in Africa, so basically love and children were the lowest common denominator, it seems so cruisy now compared to this base. My average work day begins at 8am with work chores and we can have classes till 9pm at night. I only have one night free a week and that's tuesday. The lowest common denominator here is probably vision and drive, but it makes it much less comfortable to live with.
However, I do have great news. There were two parts of my week that I hated facing every time and this week they were redeemed from the pits. the background of the first is this; I have two leaders - Ben is the main one and Katie is assisting leading - and a one-on-one is normally where I would meet with a leader to talk about my week, but actually mine was a two-on-one which felt more like the Gestapo. I already have trouble sharing deeply when I know it's going to be dissected and fed back to me, and to have it twice over was just painful. But hooray! this week it was just Katie and we actually chatted for 2 hours even though she was lying on the couch in pain.
The other thing is thursday night evangelism. This is where teams go out and talk to people on the street about God. My team went up to Midland, where I disliked every week cause I feel ineffectual and often can't even find anyone to talk to. So the first night we went, I popped into an old folk's home and asked is we could come back and tonight we finally did! we just sang a lot of the old hymns like amazing grace, then chatted to people. I spoke to a feisty old lady from Yorkshire in England who told me about how she biffed her sister. Katie sang a solo - his eye is on the sparrow - then spoke about Abraham and how no one is ever too old for God to care about or use. I thought that so many of the people were too far gone in dementia to understand what she was saying, but at the end I look across and one old lady was crying!
The most touching part of the night was when we went into a ward where a lady was so far gone in dementia that she was extremely unresponsive and sort of frozen. We were told to try with her especially cause she had been a very active Christian and they hoped the music would get through. So we sang 'Amazing Grace' and 'How great thou art' and she kind of smiled, her eyes began following us and she began moving. At the end she wouldn't let go of Katie and we had to pry her out of her grip!
So I am learning, and although the adjustment was fairly hard, it's getting better.

Brilliant News!

I recieved my budget from Thailand today - what I need per month to live as a missionary there. And you know what? Once I converted it from the incomprehensible Thai Baht to the Aussie dollar I realised that I really should aim to have $1100 in support pledged per month before I go. Yay! I'm going!
To see my super accounting skills (not) click here to view my budget breakdown.