Tuesday, September 21, 2010
I am just amazed at how wonderful the Father is and how every single moment fitted so perfectly together to make our hearts come alive and beat as one, with each other and the Father. Everything came in perfect timing.
Every moment of laugher, every moment of pain, every physical injury, every tear that was shed, ever hide away moment, every contemplation, every surfacing memory, every late night, every breeze, every rock thrown in the lake, every candle lit, every word in our journals, every vision seen, every word heard, every battle fought, every word screamed, every fist pounded, every song sung, every dance danced, every touch given, every car ride driven, every stride through the field, every stroke of a paint brush, every drum beat, ever cry heard, every declaration voiced, every prayed said.
Everything was created in perfect harmony to create a special love and a solid family bond that will never be broken by changes or time.
Today i remember.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
August 25th, 2010
I will not hide from this loneliness.
I will not cower at the sight of its face.
I will not fear it as an imminent doom. For you see- I have been shown the truth of the matter, and the truth of it is,
I am created for friendship. Friendship was created for me. I will not walk alone the rugged face of this earth- the hills and valleys, the desserts and oceans. I was created for the joy of friendship, the extravagance of community, and I will not walk alone.
So loneliness, I remember your face. I knew you, once I knew you well. But I have said to you my sweet goodbye- you will not be my companion any longer. I let go of your hand at apple hill. I left you there on the shore while I climbed into my Papa's arms and let him sail me away and show me the truth-
I am loved by love.
I am love.
I am more than I could ever imagine.
And I will not walk alone.
And then, on August 28th I was just sitting down to create something of some sort, and I wrote this little blurb-
I can feel the beauty of words, as they mush around inside and slowly leak through my fingertips, onto the page.
I can feel the beauty of words as they saturate my hands and start to drip onto the floor.
I can feel the beauty of words as I slosh around in this puddle I've created,
I can feel the beauty of words.
There was a cool picture that went with that one, of a hand being pulled out of water and dripping.
I miss you all an immense amount.
Thank you for being my family and helping me to face my fears.
I love you all.
Wednesday, September 1, 2010
Tonight was quite comical. About a week ago, as I was attempting to raise support, a local missionary contacted me and asked if I could speak at his church on missions night. I was in the newspaper about a month ago... they wrote an article on my travels and that is how he found out about me. But anyhow, I agreed to speak at his church, but let's be honest, I mainly did it because the man said we would take up an offering. I arrive at the Baptist church and was greeted by some nice Southern women who talked their bouffant-haired heads off about how I was doing such a wonderful thing. At that moment I was so overjoyed and felt the love of the Father. What a privilege it is to do what I love. From a young age I have wanted to travel and tell about the love that I have encountered so strongly. Culture, language, hearing peoples stories,traveling, history, really loving & not judging... those things are what I live for! My call is so different from so many others and how blessed am I to be able to pursue it. So after a BBQ and a few good ol' hymns, I got up on that stage and told them about the love of the Father and what it has inspired me to do. I spoke about all the things I had learned in my DTS and the things I will be doing; that was the first time I really really verbalized all of the things I learned. I talked for thirty minutes straight and probably could have talked all night because I had so much to tell and it was burning in my heart so strongly to tell someone. I didn't realize how much I wanted to tell my story until I told it. I want to go my whole life telling people all the awesome things God has done through my life and I am just glad He is my story, and I want to tell that story until the day I die, because when I tell the story... I come alive. Also, I raised over $1,000.00 and that is such a huge deal! I only am in need of $700.00 more for my tuition. Praisum! After the service, I went to the back to shake hands (I just laughed inside my head when they asked me to, but I gladly did so, of course!) and people were so supportive of what I was doing and the truth is, I didn't know any of them, but I loved them.
So as I embark on another adventure I will surely hold each of you in my heart. Maybe I will send some post cards around when I findthe money... one at a time, I guess. I miss you all and truly adore each one of you. I wouldn't mind if you kept me in your prayers and sent me a kind letter or email every now and then either ;) I will put a picture of us on my wall ...if David ever posts the group photo or the one the dig. Photography elective did - In the words of Josh/Miriam “take your time”.
Love you/Gla i deg!,
Cassie/Mama Cass/Cassandra/your semi-Norwegian friend