Facts and the Truth

My husband left yesterday to fly to Tanzania and climb Mt Kilimanjaro. He is traveling with the purpose of playing a 'plugged in' gig at the tip top. This would be record breaking as all previous records included acoustic gigs only. Onward they go merely hoping the generators, batteries and instruments work... not to mention they all adjust to the climate change which is apparently the hardest part. A climb like Kilimanjaro is more of an intense hike with the problems usually stopping people in terms of altitude adjustment.

Man do I hate that.

You see, I don't know too much about mountain climbing, Tanzania, or really even gigs. I just don't want my husband to be bitten by a poisonous snake, sucked by a malaria mosquito, stepped on by a massive grey elephant, bitten by a Mufasa lion, or held hostage by a native Tanzanian with an AK47.

But the good thing is: God has not given me a spirit of fear; instead he has given me his spirit of power, love and a sound mind. Also I have the mind of Christ-his thoughts are higher then my own. He promises to be Chad's front and rear guard, to go before him, to give him endurance, to make his feet like that of the deer, he has all dominion b/c of Christ in him; over the beast of the field, he has angels encamped about him, he has a blood line drawn around him- NOTHING is more powerful then the blood, he has favour with God and man, no poisonous thing can touch him, no weapon formed against him shall prosper-he is more then a conqueror, Chad's praise will be a sweet sound to the ears of the Lord and praise will continually be on his lips, he promises to manage his going and his coming, his steps are ordered by God, his feet are steady on the narrow places... there may be some facts I have wrong or right about Africa, Tanzania, Mt Kilimanjaro, airplanes, governments.... but the truth? Well, the truth is greater. And that's what I KNOW. Not think but I KNOW. I know because of who Jesus is. His fullness is in me (and in Chad). Really. The FULLNESS. I love that... not bits of him assemble as I become a 'better Christian'... NO no... I have been crucified with Christ and the FULLNESS OF WHO JESUS IS IN ME. That never stops being cool to me. Seriously wow. All of 'im. Right there ::points to belly button::

anyway. I just needed that pep talk....

pancake anyone?

Tiny Black Kitten

You know how the phrase, " It's the thought that counts", is usually rubbish? Well, this time it wasn't...(wait for it as I rabble to help make a point)

Sometimes I feel like I can list more things that I find irritating more then things that I find to be 'favourite'... All of Katie's favourite things have to do with the wee ones she brought forth from her womb.

Some of my favourite things:

• Pizza. I mean it. I LOVE pizza. Not like it a lot I mean LOVE. LOVE. I love it. Proper pizza, that is. You know the kind. Like Pizza City. It would be my request for my last meal.


• I love the sound of fingers sliding across the strings of an acoustic guitar. It's almost sexy.


• I love the first time it is warm enough to wear a 'spring time skirt'. And you take off your shoes and it's green and the death of winter is finally over.


• Dr Pepper. SO cold that the fizz hurts your throat a little... mmm dr pepper and pizza...::drools::


• I love making people really good food that they like, especially when it blesses them beyond mere tummy and tongue satisfaction.


• Sleeping in. Simple.


• I love laughing really hard with people you love and know super well. That feeling when you take a much needed deep breath after laughing... I mean it's fun to laugh at a funny show but there is something great about true 'knowing you' laughter. I miss it :( But I shall have it this weekend at my 'Britishy Parents'/Kate's actual parents' house with Kate/Ross, Chad and Colin too.


• I love the Coffee Company. Cuz that's just it... it has great coffee and company, even if you walk in by yourself, there is ALWAYS great company there.


• and Kittens/cats. I love kittens. It takes great self control to not spiral down the dark hole of being crazy cat lady material. Seriously, I see one and I feel a little panicky. I wanna cuddle and kiss it and give it a home. And in my NATURAL non Spirit man I feel more emotion and compassion to a hurt lost kitten then I do to a hurt lost person.

So to the point... I am trying to drive home the level that I love kittens. We don't have one yet. We have names for out future kittens: Chubbs and Biscuit. Do we have baby names picked out? H*#% no. But kitten names? It's written in stone.

So for my Birthday that just past my husband had picked out Biscuit(pictured above) and was gonna bring him home to me as a surprise wrapped in his coat when he got home from leading worship on my Birthday as I slept in. I would hug him hello and the kitten would pop out, mew and love me. And I would love him.

But do you know what the Holy Spirit told my husband 20 minutes before picking Biscuit up?

NO. He said no.

So, Chad hada come home to me empty handed with out a present or a card. He sat down all dejected and told me the almost kitten story.

And that's when I realised my favourite thing.

My favourite thing is my husband's heart. His heart for me and more importantly his heart that is in tune with Holy Spirit. His heart that hears God over emotion. His heart that protects mine.

It's my favourite. More then tiny black kittens.