Hey y'all!! So I'm sorry that I haven't updated this blog thingy in a while. YWAM life is such a whirlwind and all. Maybe it is just the concept of time that messes with my head. See, time in Australia, (Or maybe just in YWAM), passes reeeeeaaaalllly slowly. But then, when you look back two months later, it seems like it passed really quickly. So In my mind, I just got back from Airlie beach. I'm still recovering from bus-lag (The automotive version of that feeling of disorientation that one receives when one travels through time zones). I'm still trying to figure out what it's like not to be covered in sweat 24-7!!
So yeah, I'm still in that daze...
So Airlie Beach. Wow. Yeah. It was THAT awesome. SO a TON of things happened and I really want to tell you each and every little detail of my trip but, much to my fingers and your eyes delight, I will not do that. Suffer.
So we arrived after that VERY eventful roadtrip at the Airlie YWAM base and we went to a large tent entitled, "The Chai Tent." WHy was it called that? Simple. It was a tent. We made/served/drank chai tea there. Told ya it was simple.....
So every night, we would go to this tent. There were tons of little tables in there and a stage. Our very own musicians and dancers would perform there every night and the rest of us would go amongst the tent and chat with people that came to drink our awesome tea.
The kind of people that mainly showed up were college kids who came to Airlie for the New Years parties. There were a TON of backpackers as well. I literally met people from every continent. Except Antarctica. Understandable, no?
So we would talk to these people and that really gave us a big opportunity to share our faith and our lives with them. I got to have some really good conversations with people and the Holy Spirit really worked through me.
One night, there were these two guys that came to the tent. One guy had just got a tattoo that day and it was infected and really painful for him. They were b oth atheists, but us YWAMers just started talking to them. At one point in the conversation, a YWAMer offered to pray for the guy's arm. He relented and so she did. They left soon after that, but the next night the one guy came back to the tent and was like , "Dudes! WHAT did you guys do to my friend's arm? It is COMPLETELY better!!"
The girl who prayed for the tattoo guy told him that she just prayed to her God and asked him to heal the guy's arm. The one guy was completely blown away, and he was like, "Whoa!" and then he wanted to hear more. SO this girl told him about God and everything and then asked him if he wanted to serve this God and he was like, "Yeah!" SO she led him to christ.
THAT was probably the most awesome event that occurred that week although I am NOT saying that one thing that God does is greater than another. But THAT really blew my mind.
About five people were led to the Lord that week, but we planted HUNDREDS of seeds in people's hearts. We got to have super deep conversations with people and really share God's love to people through ours words and our chai.
I am SO thankful that God allowed me to be a part of this awesome ministry and that he was able to use me during this time.
See y'all next time!!
~~Bree
Monday, 16 January 2012
Friday, 6 January 2012
Of Updates and boring....
So hey y'all!!
Happy New year!!
This new year will be happy. Or at least good. Most of this new year will be spent with YWAM, learning about God so I am pretty psyched about that!
So did y'all make any resolutions??
ALOT of people asked me that when I was on outreach. But they were drunk so I always said that, no, I make revelutions. They always laughed. Even if they didn't know what they were laughing at. Oh, drunk people...
So lectures are starting up again on Monday. This week's topic is Fear of the Lord. I am really excited for this topic. This sounds like a really boring blog but that is because I am tired but I thought it was still imperritive to let y'all know what is going on in my life and stuff.
SO in 6 weeks I go on outreach. I am VERY psyched about Germany because I got to talk to alot of Germans whilst I was at Airlie. I am excited to talk to prostitutes about God. I am excited to minister to kids. I am excited to try a currywurst.
Um....So please continue praying for outreach money. We all still need various amounts of money so it would be nice to get prayer for that.
This weekend I hope to be filming a video letting people know what our overseas is going to be about. It will be very hectic because, believe it or not, it is very difficult to get 6 people together in the same place at the same time. Haha. But seriously...
So yeah. I will be on outreach for a total of 8 weeks. We will be traveling in Germany most of the time and spending two weeks in the Czech Republic. There is virtually no YWAM presence in the Czech and so that will be a pioneering adventure for us!!
Anyway, All in all. I am doing great. God is AWESOME. And the adventures that will come are sooooo exciting!!
Thanks for listening...er, reading!!
Bree
Happy New year!!
This new year will be happy. Or at least good. Most of this new year will be spent with YWAM, learning about God so I am pretty psyched about that!
So did y'all make any resolutions??
ALOT of people asked me that when I was on outreach. But they were drunk so I always said that, no, I make revelutions. They always laughed. Even if they didn't know what they were laughing at. Oh, drunk people...
So lectures are starting up again on Monday. This week's topic is Fear of the Lord. I am really excited for this topic. This sounds like a really boring blog but that is because I am tired but I thought it was still imperritive to let y'all know what is going on in my life and stuff.
SO in 6 weeks I go on outreach. I am VERY psyched about Germany because I got to talk to alot of Germans whilst I was at Airlie. I am excited to talk to prostitutes about God. I am excited to minister to kids. I am excited to try a currywurst.
Um....So please continue praying for outreach money. We all still need various amounts of money so it would be nice to get prayer for that.
This weekend I hope to be filming a video letting people know what our overseas is going to be about. It will be very hectic because, believe it or not, it is very difficult to get 6 people together in the same place at the same time. Haha. But seriously...
So yeah. I will be on outreach for a total of 8 weeks. We will be traveling in Germany most of the time and spending two weeks in the Czech Republic. There is virtually no YWAM presence in the Czech and so that will be a pioneering adventure for us!!
Anyway, All in all. I am doing great. God is AWESOME. And the adventures that will come are sooooo exciting!!
Thanks for listening...er, reading!!
Bree
Of Road trips and stuff
Hey y'all!!
So I JUST got back from Airlie Beach. I was there on a week long outreach. The outreach went great. But the getting to the outreach was a little more difficult. First of all, the entire trip to Airlie was estimated to take us 16 hours. 18 hours if we wanted to have lunch and be able to use the bathroom every two hours. So we all got up at 3 in the morning and ate a meager breakfast and headed out. Only to return ten minutes later because someone got left behind. So we ventured back to the base to pick up not one, but TWO unfortunate people who were unlucky enough to see only tailights when they went down to the parking lot. So we headed out.
Twelve hours later, we heard a noise. Does that sound ominous enough? I doubt it. Ok, we heard a very scary....uh, sound. Oh whatever, I give up on trying to make this point in the story sound mysterious. We heard a noise. And we got scared. Not really because our music was blasting so loud I think people in New Zealand were complaining about it. But we DID get scared when they stopped the bus on the side of a busy highway and told us that we were not going to blow up. Reassuring, no?
So we stopped there and there we sat for the next two hours waiting for a mechanic to come. When he finally did arrive, he looked at our engine for two seconds before telling us that "nothing was wrong". So yeah. Two hours down the drain.
We headed off.
An hour later, the trailer that we had been pulling that carried things fell off. On the road. We stopped and put it back on. Another 20 minutes wasted.
Then, the noised sounded again. The sound noised again. That annoying buzzer thingy started screaming again. And again we found ourselves at the side of the road. This time though, there was a gas station, I'm sorry, PETROL station in which we took shelter. Apperently "Nothing" was not wrong, and "something" was the matter but we just didn't know what. All of the mechanics were closed for the night and so we did not know what to do. Darkness fell over the land and we huddled in the convenience store, relying on our own body heat to fend off the cold, night air...That came from the air conditioner in the corner. Seriously, that thing was chilly. Icicles were forming on the base of the box part and you could practically see your own breath when you were brave enough to exhale.
So there we sat for two and a half hours with nothing to do but buy food and stuff ourselves full of chips and candy. Smart people headed outside to brave the frogs and cockroaches that roamed the premises when they knew that they could no longer fend off the vengeful advances of hunger. I found myself sitting on a stool RIGHT NEXT to the air conditioner when the convenience store people told us that we needed to get out. NO, it wasn't because we were just buying and eating food in their store and they were sick of watching 20 christians transform into gluttons before their very eyes. They were scheduled to have a blackout and they needed to vacate the premises. SO we headed out into the night.
Now when we heard "blackout", we thought that the store lights would shut off for a few minutes and then everything would be swell. WRONG! Apperently YWAM should clear a week of the scheduled lectures to have a class on basic words and phrases that may be helpful to us later in life. A whole day of teaching should be devoted to the word, "Blackout:"
So the blackout came. And the lights left. The store lights. The gas station lights. The street lights. The lights in EVERY SINGLE HOUSE THAT SURROUNDED THE AREA. And there was no moon. It was like God took every last ounce of light from the world and we were left wandering aimlessly in darkness.
With only our cell phones for light, we navigated our way to the corner of the gas station and sat down with the roaches. It became a game really. Someone would hear a sound. Out would come a phone. A roach would be located. Then someone would be forced to go step/slap/squish the bug until he was dead. Then someone would kick away the remains.
The plan was that the bus driver on the other bus would continue on to Airlie, then drop everyone off, and then drive back to where we were and pick us up and take us to Airlie. At this point, he had just arrived in Airlie and was about four hours away. At 12:30, the lights in the world came back on and were were once-again welcomed back into the store. Where we sat. Drowsiness sent many a YWAMer trudging to the hot, sticky bus where they would attempt to find a unoccupied seat and distort their bodies into odd and uncomfertable positions in search of sleep.
I, being one of the few braves souls left, took refuge behind a trash can underneath a counter. I was told that I fell alseep for about ten minutes before one my other companions opened a fresh bag of chips and I was roused from my stupor.
At about 2 am, the new bus finally arrived. We packed our few belongings and bade farewell to the convenience store workers who, I am certain, were rather relieved to see us go.
The bus ride to the Airlie YWAM base was shortish and uneventful. Sleep avoided me and by the time we arrived at the house, I hurriedly settled into my tent and lay down for some rest. Before drifting off into slumber, I glanced at my watch. The glowing numbers showed that it was 4:05 am.
Best roadtrip ever, was my last thought before my eyes rolled back into my head and I fell unconciousness....
So I JUST got back from Airlie Beach. I was there on a week long outreach. The outreach went great. But the getting to the outreach was a little more difficult. First of all, the entire trip to Airlie was estimated to take us 16 hours. 18 hours if we wanted to have lunch and be able to use the bathroom every two hours. So we all got up at 3 in the morning and ate a meager breakfast and headed out. Only to return ten minutes later because someone got left behind. So we ventured back to the base to pick up not one, but TWO unfortunate people who were unlucky enough to see only tailights when they went down to the parking lot. So we headed out.
Twelve hours later, we heard a noise. Does that sound ominous enough? I doubt it. Ok, we heard a very scary....uh, sound. Oh whatever, I give up on trying to make this point in the story sound mysterious. We heard a noise. And we got scared. Not really because our music was blasting so loud I think people in New Zealand were complaining about it. But we DID get scared when they stopped the bus on the side of a busy highway and told us that we were not going to blow up. Reassuring, no?
So we stopped there and there we sat for the next two hours waiting for a mechanic to come. When he finally did arrive, he looked at our engine for two seconds before telling us that "nothing was wrong". So yeah. Two hours down the drain.
We headed off.
An hour later, the trailer that we had been pulling that carried things fell off. On the road. We stopped and put it back on. Another 20 minutes wasted.
Then, the noised sounded again. The sound noised again. That annoying buzzer thingy started screaming again. And again we found ourselves at the side of the road. This time though, there was a gas station, I'm sorry, PETROL station in which we took shelter. Apperently "Nothing" was not wrong, and "something" was the matter but we just didn't know what. All of the mechanics were closed for the night and so we did not know what to do. Darkness fell over the land and we huddled in the convenience store, relying on our own body heat to fend off the cold, night air...That came from the air conditioner in the corner. Seriously, that thing was chilly. Icicles were forming on the base of the box part and you could practically see your own breath when you were brave enough to exhale.
So there we sat for two and a half hours with nothing to do but buy food and stuff ourselves full of chips and candy. Smart people headed outside to brave the frogs and cockroaches that roamed the premises when they knew that they could no longer fend off the vengeful advances of hunger. I found myself sitting on a stool RIGHT NEXT to the air conditioner when the convenience store people told us that we needed to get out. NO, it wasn't because we were just buying and eating food in their store and they were sick of watching 20 christians transform into gluttons before their very eyes. They were scheduled to have a blackout and they needed to vacate the premises. SO we headed out into the night.
Now when we heard "blackout", we thought that the store lights would shut off for a few minutes and then everything would be swell. WRONG! Apperently YWAM should clear a week of the scheduled lectures to have a class on basic words and phrases that may be helpful to us later in life. A whole day of teaching should be devoted to the word, "Blackout:"
So the blackout came. And the lights left. The store lights. The gas station lights. The street lights. The lights in EVERY SINGLE HOUSE THAT SURROUNDED THE AREA. And there was no moon. It was like God took every last ounce of light from the world and we were left wandering aimlessly in darkness.
With only our cell phones for light, we navigated our way to the corner of the gas station and sat down with the roaches. It became a game really. Someone would hear a sound. Out would come a phone. A roach would be located. Then someone would be forced to go step/slap/squish the bug until he was dead. Then someone would kick away the remains.
The plan was that the bus driver on the other bus would continue on to Airlie, then drop everyone off, and then drive back to where we were and pick us up and take us to Airlie. At this point, he had just arrived in Airlie and was about four hours away. At 12:30, the lights in the world came back on and were were once-again welcomed back into the store. Where we sat. Drowsiness sent many a YWAMer trudging to the hot, sticky bus where they would attempt to find a unoccupied seat and distort their bodies into odd and uncomfertable positions in search of sleep.
I, being one of the few braves souls left, took refuge behind a trash can underneath a counter. I was told that I fell alseep for about ten minutes before one my other companions opened a fresh bag of chips and I was roused from my stupor.
At about 2 am, the new bus finally arrived. We packed our few belongings and bade farewell to the convenience store workers who, I am certain, were rather relieved to see us go.
The bus ride to the Airlie YWAM base was shortish and uneventful. Sleep avoided me and by the time we arrived at the house, I hurriedly settled into my tent and lay down for some rest. Before drifting off into slumber, I glanced at my watch. The glowing numbers showed that it was 4:05 am.
Best roadtrip ever, was my last thought before my eyes rolled back into my head and I fell unconciousness....
Friday, 23 December 2011
Merry Christmas, Y'all!!
Tomorrow is christmas
And all through the base
The YWAM'ers were stirring
Up cookies and cakes
The presents were wrapped
And the stockings were full
'Cause everyone knew
Christmas would be wonderful
A rush of excitement
Was thrust in the air
As the YWAM'ers picked out
Yummy treats to all share
A christmas spent with family
Was everyone's wish
But this year they would have
A new family to spend christmas with
When the last light was out
And the day was all done
The YWAM'ers went to bed
They knew christmas would be fun
'Twas the night before christmas
And all through the YWAM base
Not a christian was stirring
Not one in the place
The end
AN original poem thing by BreeAnna Lasher, written by her and her alone along with her brain in a matter of three minutes for your enjoyment purposes only. SO enjoy. Yeah, you! ENJOY IT.
And all through the base
The YWAM'ers were stirring
Up cookies and cakes
The presents were wrapped
And the stockings were full
'Cause everyone knew
Christmas would be wonderful
A rush of excitement
Was thrust in the air
As the YWAM'ers picked out
Yummy treats to all share
A christmas spent with family
Was everyone's wish
But this year they would have
A new family to spend christmas with
When the last light was out
And the day was all done
The YWAM'ers went to bed
They knew christmas would be fun
'Twas the night before christmas
And all through the YWAM base
Not a christian was stirring
Not one in the place
The end
AN original poem thing by BreeAnna Lasher, written by her and her alone along with her brain in a matter of three minutes for your enjoyment purposes only. SO enjoy. Yeah, you! ENJOY IT.
Wednesday, 7 December 2011
Of random topics and sausage....
SO...This week the theme foe lectures is "fatherheart of God." This means learning to view and relate to God as our father. Our speaker is Grant Windle and he is a super cool guy so if you want to k now more about him, you could probably read one of his many books, watch his documentaries, visit his church, or listen to some of his albums. I feel like I've met a famous person or something.
Mangos. Is it wrong that the mere mention of that word right now makes my face distort into an odd shape and my stomach twist in my gut?? 'Cause right now, I am not a fan of mangos. Oh sure, their pleasant yellow color and their sweet-but-tangy taste is appealing, but after eating them EVERYDAY, DAY AFTER DAY, I am DONE. SO sorry. No offence to any of my mango lovers out there. I was once one of you....
Currently, I am pretty sure that if I wanted to, I could travel to 17 different countries and only pay for transportation. That's how awesome YWAM is. I have friends from every continent except Antarctica. And the Artic circle. Which I am not really sure if it is even a continent right now. SO yeah...
SO outreach. Haha. I love how I am like switching topics like every other sentence. sorry for that. But that is sorta how my brain works. I am just trying to type out what my brain is trying to tell me. It's sorta smart, that brain. I should really listen to it more often!
But anyway....Outreach. SO we have concluded that my outreach is going to cost aproximentally $3,500 or some such. I have already paid the deposit of $2,000 and now I am trusting God to provide the rest. But, my friend, and fellow Germany team mate, has ZERO money. She has not even paid the deposit as of yet. She is completely trusting God to provide for her, and I am as well, but I would like for you to lift her up in your prayers as often as you can.We have seen God move in AMAZING ways since we have been here and we are trusting that we will see him astound us again.
As for Germany...It is a country. Yeah. That is pretty much all I know about it as of yet because I haven't had the time to research this fabulous country!! Bad excuse I know but I HAVE been working on my German. But don't ask for me to write it. I can only speak it and I literally have ZERO idea of how one would spell the words of this fabulous language. ZERO.
But I DO somethings.
I will now number them out so they take up more room and make me look like I know more than I really do. WHY did I just tell you that? Whatever. Here it is, folks!
1. We will be staying in Berlin
2. We will be staying at a YWAM base
3. We will be staying on the fifth floor. (I'm guessing this means I won't have to worry about watching my weight whilst I am living there. ESPECIALLY if the bathroom is on the bottom floor....)
4. We will be staying in Berlin for 4 weeks
5. We will be ministering top youth, kids and prostitutes
6. We will be doing skits, sharing testimonies, preaching sermons, leading worship, leading youth groups, doing street ministry and going on prayer walks whilst there
7. We pray everyday for our team to grow in unity with each other and with God
8. We are excited for the sausage
9. We go to the Czech Republic for 2 weeks
10. We are...excited.
Yup, thats pretty much it. If you would like to know more, We have outreach meetings every wednesday so you can email me or whatnot to find out more. Speaking of contact, I feel like You guys never email me anymore. Which makes me SAD. So yeah. If you happen to think of me when you are at your comfortable house, on your expensive laptop, eating your gourmet doughnuts, in your massage chair, petting your fluffy little dog....wait, what on earth am I talking about??? Oh whatever. Just send me an email. Or a letter. What ever floats your boat.
Love always,
Bree
Mangos. Is it wrong that the mere mention of that word right now makes my face distort into an odd shape and my stomach twist in my gut?? 'Cause right now, I am not a fan of mangos. Oh sure, their pleasant yellow color and their sweet-but-tangy taste is appealing, but after eating them EVERYDAY, DAY AFTER DAY, I am DONE. SO sorry. No offence to any of my mango lovers out there. I was once one of you....
Currently, I am pretty sure that if I wanted to, I could travel to 17 different countries and only pay for transportation. That's how awesome YWAM is. I have friends from every continent except Antarctica. And the Artic circle. Which I am not really sure if it is even a continent right now. SO yeah...
SO outreach. Haha. I love how I am like switching topics like every other sentence. sorry for that. But that is sorta how my brain works. I am just trying to type out what my brain is trying to tell me. It's sorta smart, that brain. I should really listen to it more often!
But anyway....Outreach. SO we have concluded that my outreach is going to cost aproximentally $3,500 or some such. I have already paid the deposit of $2,000 and now I am trusting God to provide the rest. But, my friend, and fellow Germany team mate, has ZERO money. She has not even paid the deposit as of yet. She is completely trusting God to provide for her, and I am as well, but I would like for you to lift her up in your prayers as often as you can.We have seen God move in AMAZING ways since we have been here and we are trusting that we will see him astound us again.
As for Germany...It is a country. Yeah. That is pretty much all I know about it as of yet because I haven't had the time to research this fabulous country!! Bad excuse I know but I HAVE been working on my German. But don't ask for me to write it. I can only speak it and I literally have ZERO idea of how one would spell the words of this fabulous language. ZERO.
But I DO somethings.
I will now number them out so they take up more room and make me look like I know more than I really do. WHY did I just tell you that? Whatever. Here it is, folks!
1. We will be staying in Berlin
2. We will be staying at a YWAM base
3. We will be staying on the fifth floor. (I'm guessing this means I won't have to worry about watching my weight whilst I am living there. ESPECIALLY if the bathroom is on the bottom floor....)
4. We will be staying in Berlin for 4 weeks
5. We will be ministering top youth, kids and prostitutes
6. We will be doing skits, sharing testimonies, preaching sermons, leading worship, leading youth groups, doing street ministry and going on prayer walks whilst there
7. We pray everyday for our team to grow in unity with each other and with God
8. We are excited for the sausage
9. We go to the Czech Republic for 2 weeks
10. We are...excited.
Yup, thats pretty much it. If you would like to know more, We have outreach meetings every wednesday so you can email me or whatnot to find out more. Speaking of contact, I feel like You guys never email me anymore. Which makes me SAD. So yeah. If you happen to think of me when you are at your comfortable house, on your expensive laptop, eating your gourmet doughnuts, in your massage chair, petting your fluffy little dog....wait, what on earth am I talking about??? Oh whatever. Just send me an email. Or a letter. What ever floats your boat.
Love always,
Bree
Tuesday, 29 November 2011
Of Drunks and Frogs....
Hey y'all!!
So I just got back from Byron Bay.
Yeah.
WOW. It was INCREDIBLE. And AWESOME. And SO MUCH MORE!!!
We went to help out with schoolies. A giant graduation party that lasts for a month. Most cities on the coast have "schoolies". Graduates, who are refered to as "schoolies",( yes, the word DOES apply to the event and the participants!) come to drink and party and rink and surf and drink and....drink. yeah. That's pretty much it. Haha. So we were going to help out with an organization called Red Frogs and they basically just help out at schoolies and keep them safe, walk them home, hold their hair out of their faces while they puke...Ya get the picture.
Yeah so we left at like 5:45 in the morning on saturday and we drove for like 3 hours all the way to Byron Bay. We got to the base on time but, as usual, this is YWAM and things don't run on time. Haha. So yeah, we had orientation. Things like: Do not feed the schoolies more than 5 red frogs at a times, (BTW Red Frogs are a candy that is kinda like a gummy bear. that is red. and shaped like a frog.), Do not wear mini skirts, Do not step in broken glass, do not drink the schoolies' alcoholic beverages....Smart things like that.
So our first night was HECTIC. Me and my team of 3 walked around, (there wasnt many schoolies around since it was the first night of the event and people say most of the schoolies were getting plastered in their hotel rooms), and kept the schoolies safe, handed out our cards with our number on it, and handed out red frogs. It was so funny, the schoolies LOVED us!! We were like celebrities or something. It was all, "RED FROGS!!! WE LOVE YOU GUYS!!", "You guys saved my life last year!", "Fred Rogs!! I'm drunk. DO you want a hug?", and "You guys are AWESOME!!". So yeah, it was pretty sweet. One time, we were surrounded by non-schoolies and one big, drunk guy literally tried to grab the bag of red frogs out of my hands. Luckily for all of us, I run FAST. haha. Even though my ankle is still wimpy. (BTW that still needs prayer...)
So we got like 4 or 5 hours of sleep that night. AND we were SOOO tired. We all felt jetlagged. Which is stupid cuz we were only 3 hours from our base. funny us.
SO the next morning we got up and went to the schoolies' houses and made them pancakes. We literally scouted out a clean frying pan from their houses, washed all of the alcohol off of the stovetop, and mixed up out pancake batter. They were so BLESSED that we took time out of our day to come and make them PANCAKES. We also got to have some really good conversations with them. So yeah. GOD was moving AWESOMELY.
It went on like that for the rest of the week. Talking to the schoolies. Keeping them safe. Making them pancakes. We actually even got to pray for someone who broke his thumb and he literally felt "something". He was pretty freaked out.
On the last night, Me and my team were praying beforhand and I "saw" God pouring cement into each of the people on my team and me. But it was his courage and bravery.
SO that night, I really felt empowered and outgoing (which i am not), and i kept saying "y'all" alot. I have no idea why....
so we walked some girls down a dark alley to this nightclub they were going to and we were just making conversation and it turned out that one of the girls was from Germany!! Which is where I am going to in three months!! SO i had ALOT of questions for her.
So when we got to the nightclub, we started talking to this guy outside the club and then a BUNCH of guys came over and they were looking for drugs or something but they all circled around me and another girl from my team and they wanted to know who we were and where we were from and what we were doing and all that. So we told them and they were so impressed that we were not getting paid for doing this or anything. and so we were talking and then, out of NOWHERE, I asked "SO what do you think of God?". I was so suprised and I literally did not mean to say that at all or anything. But then, they were like "Oh, we're aithiests" but they really wanted to know more about what we believed and everything. So I got to tell them my 30 second testimony and all about my faith and God and it was just GREAT!!
and Fabulous.
SO yeah. It is really late now so I had better go to bed but I really wantedy'all to know what went down last week.
Feel free to ask me any questions or whatnot y'all have about what I did or where I was at or anything
That's all for now Blokes!!
Buh-bye!!
So I just got back from Byron Bay.
Yeah.
WOW. It was INCREDIBLE. And AWESOME. And SO MUCH MORE!!!
We went to help out with schoolies. A giant graduation party that lasts for a month. Most cities on the coast have "schoolies". Graduates, who are refered to as "schoolies",( yes, the word DOES apply to the event and the participants!) come to drink and party and rink and surf and drink and....drink. yeah. That's pretty much it. Haha. So we were going to help out with an organization called Red Frogs and they basically just help out at schoolies and keep them safe, walk them home, hold their hair out of their faces while they puke...Ya get the picture.
Yeah so we left at like 5:45 in the morning on saturday and we drove for like 3 hours all the way to Byron Bay. We got to the base on time but, as usual, this is YWAM and things don't run on time. Haha. So yeah, we had orientation. Things like: Do not feed the schoolies more than 5 red frogs at a times, (BTW Red Frogs are a candy that is kinda like a gummy bear. that is red. and shaped like a frog.), Do not wear mini skirts, Do not step in broken glass, do not drink the schoolies' alcoholic beverages....Smart things like that.
So our first night was HECTIC. Me and my team of 3 walked around, (there wasnt many schoolies around since it was the first night of the event and people say most of the schoolies were getting plastered in their hotel rooms), and kept the schoolies safe, handed out our cards with our number on it, and handed out red frogs. It was so funny, the schoolies LOVED us!! We were like celebrities or something. It was all, "RED FROGS!!! WE LOVE YOU GUYS!!", "You guys saved my life last year!", "Fred Rogs!! I'm drunk. DO you want a hug?", and "You guys are AWESOME!!". So yeah, it was pretty sweet. One time, we were surrounded by non-schoolies and one big, drunk guy literally tried to grab the bag of red frogs out of my hands. Luckily for all of us, I run FAST. haha. Even though my ankle is still wimpy. (BTW that still needs prayer...)
So we got like 4 or 5 hours of sleep that night. AND we were SOOO tired. We all felt jetlagged. Which is stupid cuz we were only 3 hours from our base. funny us.
SO the next morning we got up and went to the schoolies' houses and made them pancakes. We literally scouted out a clean frying pan from their houses, washed all of the alcohol off of the stovetop, and mixed up out pancake batter. They were so BLESSED that we took time out of our day to come and make them PANCAKES. We also got to have some really good conversations with them. So yeah. GOD was moving AWESOMELY.
It went on like that for the rest of the week. Talking to the schoolies. Keeping them safe. Making them pancakes. We actually even got to pray for someone who broke his thumb and he literally felt "something". He was pretty freaked out.
On the last night, Me and my team were praying beforhand and I "saw" God pouring cement into each of the people on my team and me. But it was his courage and bravery.
SO that night, I really felt empowered and outgoing (which i am not), and i kept saying "y'all" alot. I have no idea why....
so we walked some girls down a dark alley to this nightclub they were going to and we were just making conversation and it turned out that one of the girls was from Germany!! Which is where I am going to in three months!! SO i had ALOT of questions for her.
So when we got to the nightclub, we started talking to this guy outside the club and then a BUNCH of guys came over and they were looking for drugs or something but they all circled around me and another girl from my team and they wanted to know who we were and where we were from and what we were doing and all that. So we told them and they were so impressed that we were not getting paid for doing this or anything. and so we were talking and then, out of NOWHERE, I asked "SO what do you think of God?". I was so suprised and I literally did not mean to say that at all or anything. But then, they were like "Oh, we're aithiests" but they really wanted to know more about what we believed and everything. So I got to tell them my 30 second testimony and all about my faith and God and it was just GREAT!!
and Fabulous.
SO yeah. It is really late now so I had better go to bed but I really wantedy'all to know what went down last week.
Feel free to ask me any questions or whatnot y'all have about what I did or where I was at or anything
That's all for now Blokes!!
Buh-bye!!
Wednesday, 16 November 2011
Of Proposing...
This is a story of how I died.....
Just kidding! I have been watching Tangled too much!
But anyway, this is actually a story of how I was called to Germany. Just a warning, this story does contain some violence, graphic language, and intense action scenes so children under the age of twenty and adults over the age of twenty-five should take caution when reading or perhaps choose not to read at all. At the risk of heart attack, stroke, cardiac arrest or broken bones, it is suggested that all people allergic to fish, peanuts, or buffalo meat should avoid eating this blog altogether. It's just a bad idea....
So...The story.
Well, it all started LAST week on Wednesday when the outreach locations were announced. I had been hearing from the staff the whole week before about how, when the outreach locations were announced, they immediately saw the one they were supposed to go to and didn't hear any of the other locations. So I was stoked (A.K.A. excited).
But, when they announced the locations, I didn't see, hear, or notice anything in particular about the locations. They all seemed pretty average mission locations: Peru, Japan, India, Russia, Germany, and Australia. Nothing extremely exotic in my opinion.
So anyway, on Thursday, I was praying about outreach on top of a hill. (Note: I was praying on top of a hill, I was not praying about an outreach on top of a hill...Sorry for the confusion...) And I wasn't getting anything at all. SO I was waiting....And waiting...And waiting....And after about 30 seconds, I got bored. (Typical teenager attention span.) SO I took out my handy rubix cube and started solving it. Like a champ. But as soon as I finished the last square, I saw the word India in my mind. That was it. I was like, Ok, I guess I'll go to India. I was going to keep praying about it, but I realized that I was late for lectures so I had to run and I didn't get a chance to really pray about it for the rest of the day. I resolved to pray about it the next day. After all, I DID have five days, I could take my time..
So the next day, I woke up with a sore throat. It was super sore, but another guy had a sore throat too so I assumed it was just a bug. Over the course of the day, my throat went from rough and scratchy to painful and squeaky. Everyone who I talked to told me not to talk. By the end of the day, I was mute.
All weekend long, my head was in horrible pain, my stomach was a mess, and my throat hurt like...something that hurts alot. I was really worried because I needed to hear from God and I couldn't even hear my own thoughts, let alone a small, still voice. And the more I thought about India and looked at the outreach, the more unappealing it appeared. I literally thought, Why on earth would I want to go to India? But, I reminded myself, I didn't want to go to India, God did. The more I thought about the outreaches, the better Germany was sounding. ( I actually have no idea WHY it sounded good to me seeing as how I have never worked with prostitutes or done street ministry. Regardless, I wanted to go.
Sunday night, I was really thinking about how much I wanted to go to Germany and I was like No, no, God wants me to go to India, its just me who wants to go to India. I told myself that most of the night, but then I got this picture in my head. It was a picture of a guy proposing to a girl. And I was the girl. And in the picture thing, I REALLY wanted the ring, and then I looked at the ring and it was Germany!! And then I "heard" God say, "Why WOULDN'T I give you what you want?"
Anyway, it was really cool and I just wanted to share with you guys my story of how I was called to Germany. I know how much you guys have been praying that I would hear God's voice and I appreciate it ALOT!!
Anyway,
that's all for now.
G'day mates!!
~Bree
Just kidding! I have been watching Tangled too much!
But anyway, this is actually a story of how I was called to Germany. Just a warning, this story does contain some violence, graphic language, and intense action scenes so children under the age of twenty and adults over the age of twenty-five should take caution when reading or perhaps choose not to read at all. At the risk of heart attack, stroke, cardiac arrest or broken bones, it is suggested that all people allergic to fish, peanuts, or buffalo meat should avoid eating this blog altogether. It's just a bad idea....
So...The story.
Well, it all started LAST week on Wednesday when the outreach locations were announced. I had been hearing from the staff the whole week before about how, when the outreach locations were announced, they immediately saw the one they were supposed to go to and didn't hear any of the other locations. So I was stoked (A.K.A. excited).
But, when they announced the locations, I didn't see, hear, or notice anything in particular about the locations. They all seemed pretty average mission locations: Peru, Japan, India, Russia, Germany, and Australia. Nothing extremely exotic in my opinion.
So anyway, on Thursday, I was praying about outreach on top of a hill. (Note: I was praying on top of a hill, I was not praying about an outreach on top of a hill...Sorry for the confusion...) And I wasn't getting anything at all. SO I was waiting....And waiting...And waiting....And after about 30 seconds, I got bored. (Typical teenager attention span.) SO I took out my handy rubix cube and started solving it. Like a champ. But as soon as I finished the last square, I saw the word India in my mind. That was it. I was like, Ok, I guess I'll go to India. I was going to keep praying about it, but I realized that I was late for lectures so I had to run and I didn't get a chance to really pray about it for the rest of the day. I resolved to pray about it the next day. After all, I DID have five days, I could take my time..
So the next day, I woke up with a sore throat. It was super sore, but another guy had a sore throat too so I assumed it was just a bug. Over the course of the day, my throat went from rough and scratchy to painful and squeaky. Everyone who I talked to told me not to talk. By the end of the day, I was mute.
All weekend long, my head was in horrible pain, my stomach was a mess, and my throat hurt like...something that hurts alot. I was really worried because I needed to hear from God and I couldn't even hear my own thoughts, let alone a small, still voice. And the more I thought about India and looked at the outreach, the more unappealing it appeared. I literally thought, Why on earth would I want to go to India? But, I reminded myself, I didn't want to go to India, God did. The more I thought about the outreaches, the better Germany was sounding. ( I actually have no idea WHY it sounded good to me seeing as how I have never worked with prostitutes or done street ministry. Regardless, I wanted to go.
Sunday night, I was really thinking about how much I wanted to go to Germany and I was like No, no, God wants me to go to India, its just me who wants to go to India. I told myself that most of the night, but then I got this picture in my head. It was a picture of a guy proposing to a girl. And I was the girl. And in the picture thing, I REALLY wanted the ring, and then I looked at the ring and it was Germany!! And then I "heard" God say, "Why WOULDN'T I give you what you want?"
Anyway, it was really cool and I just wanted to share with you guys my story of how I was called to Germany. I know how much you guys have been praying that I would hear God's voice and I appreciate it ALOT!!
Anyway,
that's all for now.
G'day mates!!
~Bree
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