After the Tempest

Little scraps of dream thoughts

Against a starry expanse of fear

Drifting among the sea of my heart.

To leap with angel’s wings

Or glide in murky waters of loss,

Seeking heart’s desire among despair,

Absurdity the only constant chord.

The world is much bigger now

As I shed this first skin

And rise from grey smoky ashes

To the blue of summer skies.

Time over sand, still I rise

Once more after the tempest.

A Sky Full of Stars

(I have internet at home finally! Yay! So one of the great things about living in Alberta is getting to sit out on my porch at night with my aunt and just stare up at the great starry night sky and dream about the future together. This poem came along after one such evening.)

Within a single moment in the cold

Night air under a sky full of stars,

Every pain and fear fades like mist,

Leaving me here looking only up

In silent wonder and astonished awe.

So silent is the night sky, so safe,

A moment apart from normal time

And gazing on this vast expanse

My heart can dream without fear,

Surpassing every boundary doubts raise.

Your great starry blanket rests over me

Giving more freedom than I could imagine

And with awe I give all that I am

To simply being amazed at who You are

And the places You can take me;

Possibilities more vast than the stars

In the untameable, wild night sky.

Capernwray Thoughts: Part 13 and 14

Part 13

 There were a few weeks after Outreach where we just had a lot of fun while we waited to go home. One fun event was the end of the term talent show, which I had absolutely no intention of entering. We had a lot of amazingly talented musicians and singers, as well as many other gifts and entering a talent show seemed like the last thing I could win.

 However, as often happens, God just showed up one day and said “You should sign up. Read one of your stories.” To which I promptly laughed, said no and then actually thought about it. I knew I had nothing to lose, with this being my last Saturday there and it could really be fun. So I signed up, despite the fact that the list was already filling up with many talented names.

 At the practice, I just about quit after hearing all the other people go up before me. Stubbornly, I stuck to it and despite some silly nerves, finally went up on stage Saturday night in front of my peers. After the first paragraph I read, they were laughing, which actually really startled me because I didn’t think the story was that funny but suddenly, having such an amazing audience, I had so much fun.

 I actually hadn’t realized until the show that there would be judges and someone who would win, which did throw me off a little and for the rest of the show, I knew I wouldn’t get first place. But that was fine. I was amazed that I had actually gone up and done something like that. I compared myself from the first week in England to then, my last week and was utterly astounded at everything that God had done. I had come to England a timid, broken and weary person and now I was an energetic healed, hopeful dreamer.

 When they called my name as the winner of the talent show, it was beyond anything I had imagined and I just couldn’t believe it. That night was one of the best nights I’ve ever had and I’ll always have to smile thinking about how much fun that was.

Part 14

 Now I’m back home. When I flew home, I had all these hopes of how things would be different, both in my own behaviour but also in the people I knew. For a few very difficult weeks, I had to realize that while I had changed, everything else was the same and there was one horrible week or two where I went back to the person I was in September. Coming home from a taste of heaven is no easy task.

 But time keeps on going and I keep on changing. Within a month, everything I had learned at Capernwray began to kick in and my new adventures began. It has taken slow, difficult steps all the way and nothing is like I imagined it would be but it’s just as good because God is leading me.

 Am I now out changing the entire world, doing huge projects in His name? No and that’s perfectly okay. I’m simply walking through life, one step at a time, with God. It probably won’t ever be super easy and I’ve already been crawling through some valleys again but I know for certain I’m not alone. All those things I learned at Capernwray truly have set a foundation for me and I don’t doubt I’ll use what I learned in my six months in England for the rest of my life.

Capernwray Thoughts: Part 11 and 12

Part 11

 There were so many things out on the Loop, in nature, that seemed to speak to me during my time at the Hall. Maybe that’s just because the English countryside has so much to offer for one’s imagination but I constantly saw lessons whenever I walked outside.

 One thing that happened outside had to do with some swans. There was a good sized pond by the loop and a little side trail that went around it, which I sometimes liked to traverse just to make my walk different. However, residing in this pond were two white swans, utterly beautiful to look at but completely evil on the inside.

 I don’t know much about swan behaviour but I assume they were pretty typical. They hissed, walked across water to beat each other up and gave passerby’s very angry and murderous looks. And yet if you didn’t wait by the pond for too long, you very often didn’t see this awful behaviour. You just assumed they were beautiful, pure and graceful creatures, because that’s how they looked.

 There was also a grey swan that lived by the pond. Now, I have absolutely no idea the real story behind this, I’m not a swan expert but how it looked to me is what I’m going to write about. I first saw the grey swan on a rainy day walking the Loop. I was startled by the sight of the grey swan, nesting comfortably by the fence that surrounded the pond and felt a little in awe to be so close to such a creature. It looked at me and while I was probably just thinking overdramatically, it seemed to be conveying a message of peace and wellness and I was loathe to keep walking.

 Maybe a week or so later, I heard from several of my peers that the grey swan was dead; literally ripped to pieces by the two white swans. Now, I know it was just a swan but oh, I cried many a tear over its’ death. After a few weeks, I brought myself to go out there and see the scattered bones of the poor creature. And there were the two white swans, peacefully floating on the still waters and suddenly I had a picture in my head, a comparison of the swans and the Pharisees. The white swans looked perfect on the outside like the Pharisees but they murdered, a deed so dark and vile.

 That thought stayed with me for a long time and what made me really sad was the fact that the grey swan wasn’t coming back. That swan had died for nothing and the white swans had gotten away with it and now they could continue on as if nothing had happened. But I knew and the thought of a useless sacrifice was so sad to me. But then the beauty of what Jesus did for us and the wonderful fact that He rose from the dead became just a little more real to me.

Part 12

 Outreach. The very mention of it filled me with fear for the first few months. It was the big finale of school, what all our teaching led up to and it was absolutely mandatory. Right from the beginning, I knew I would have to do it but I truly kept imagining it to be some awful ordeal where I would be pushed to grow until I snapped and all my time in England would be wasted and-well, that’s usually where my overdramatic mind went.

 However, throughout the time prior to Outreach, we learned a lot of useful things about evangelizing and how to defend the faith and countless other topics. Gradually, the idea of Outreach seemed less and less intimidating and I knew it would be good, even if it might also be hard. I knew that God had brought me to England and He wouldn’t abandon me right before Outreach or anything.

 When we first got our Outreach teams and I met with mine, I first was scared about the fact that I was in one of the largest groups; ten people. A lot of groups were just 3 or 4 people and I had really wanted that. I’m more comfortable being myself in smaller groups and it’s easier for me to open up more quickly. Still, this was after Christmas break and I was already a changed person and I was determined to be open, to bond with my team and work as efficiently as I possibly could.

 Right from the start, God was there with our team. We were all very different people and I think if it weren’t for God, there might have been definite trouble and strife. But fantastically, we got along so well! I could hardly believe it. But it was so much fun, hanging out, joking with the team, planning all the things we would do for Outreach and we bonded so quickly. I just loved my Outreach team and though Outreach still stretched me, it wasn’t painful like I expected it to be.

 For Outreach, all the teams were sent to different places around England (and two teams right out of the country) to help at churches and do different events. And this was for ten days! We did different things like acting in skits or running an event for 80 or so kids. Each day was a chance to see God at work, through us but also in all the people we got to talk with.

 However, the ladies brunch was the one thing that impacted me the most. About 30 ladies were there in a restaurant, eating and having a good time and afterwards they would go up to a room and hear someone speak. This time, that someone was me; I was going to give my testimony. Now, the testimony I had written at the beginning of the year was already honest about a few things I had never told anyone but it was by no means the entire story. Now, a few days before we went on Outreach, I’d felt a nudge to just rewrite my testimony completely. A part of me didn’t want to ever be that vulnerable and yet I knew I couldn’t ignore that nudge.

 So the testimony I gave to thirty women that Saturday left nothing out. I shook the entire time I spoke and the feeling of all those eyes on me was almost more than I could bare. Yet the entire time, even during that week, I felt as though I just had to give my testimony. I felt as though my entire reason for coming to England, if for nothing else, was to share my testimony that day. And I did and the response was so overwhelming. Thirty women of all ages cried and talked to me afterwards, giving me glimpses of their own stories and it was so encouraging. One old woman told me “You’ve gained thirty new sisters here today.” 

 I learned a lot during Outreach and I’m so thankful I had a chance to do it. While it was hard during Outreach to feel as though we made an impact, I have full confidence that God used us in ways we couldn’t even imagine. And the fantastic thing is that one day we’ll get to see all those ways. 

Capernwray Thoughts: Part 9 and 10

Part 9

 Something I loved about Capernwray were all the church services and how much changed in me every time I went. One never knew what the service would be like or who would give the sermon or if there even would be a sermon. Because there were different worship teams, music was always a little different too and I just loved every service.

 Some were very difficult to get through because the sermon topics were so relevant and became so personal and somehow had this way of going right to your heart and all you wanted to do was fall down before God and have a good cry. I just hate crying in front of people, just can’t do it and yet a wise person once told me that crying is a sign of letting go of what you’re stubbornly holding on to.

 There were a good many church services, especially in first term, where I just disregarded the fact that I was with other people and just let the tears flow. The wonderful thing was, there were others doing the same thing! It was such a safe place to cry and I always felt better afterwards. God used those services a lot to speak to me.

 The music was one of my favourites times as well and I still miss our times of singing at Capernwray. I got chills so often during a song as I thought of all of us there, each one so unique, from all different countries, praising one amazing Father together. Before then I didn’t really have any idea what heaven would be like but Capernwray gave me just a small picture of that. And while I know not to keep chasing that now that I’m back home, I have something beautiful and amazing to look forward to.

Part 10

 One of the smallest and most random moments that has stuck with me persistently happened one day when I was out in Carnforth, the small town near the Hall. I’d been living in England for about four or five months by then and had adopted what so many British people do; smiling or saying hello to every passerby. One doesn’t think about it but just a simple smile can truly brighten someone’s day, even if you say nothing at all.

 I had sort of thought about this but didn’t quite think it too important until I was doing some shopping. I was walking to a big shopping mart, heading towards the open doors and a rather scruffy looking man was coming out. Somewhere in my mind I first felt a little wary but then I scolded myself and smiled as I passed him by. After that, my thoughts were already on my shopping list but suddenly he called out to me.

 He had stopped walking and looked at me with a big smile. Then he said something that I constantly have floating around in my head now. “Thank you for smiling at me, young lady. Not too many people do and it’s just so nice! Have a lovely day!” And then he just walked away and I felt like I’d just been in a scene from a book.

 Still, though that moment was about twenty seconds long, it’s been one of the most powerful moments of my life and now that I’m back home, I don’t hesitate to simply smile at everyone who passes by. You never know how a smile might affect someone and as we know, God uses everything. Even something as small and simple as a smile at a stranger.

Capernwray Thoughts: Part 7 and 8

Part 7

 There was a travel weekend where everyone went away. I was looking forward to a relaxing time on my own, watching movies and reading, though I was a little worried about how I might react, being alone for so long after being with my roommates all the time. But I had confidence in how much I had changed and grown. The weekend started out great but then I got some very bad news from home and suddenly I was alone in my room, dealing with this news.

 For a moment, everything I had learned, all the growing up I had done, seemed to be stripped away from me and I felt thrown back to square one, once again the person I was when I was at home. I had no one to go to and everything felt so entirely hopeless.

Desperately, I went out to walk the Loop and sit with God by the pond, just to try and calm down. It was steadily growing darker but I walked as quickly as I could out to the pond, tears pouring down my face. And I sat by the pond for a long time, mind racing at all the possible bad things that could happen and then suddenly the strangest calm filled me, the “peace that passes all understanding”. I’ve never felt anything quite like that before or since, just complete peace when I should have been freaking out. It was such a cool moment of God taking care of me, especially when there was no one else around. (Later on I heard more news about the bad news and it wasn’t as bad as was first thought.)

Part 8

 Christmas break was where The Change happened. All of first term, I was shy and dealing with a lot of personal things with God and I found it difficult to talk with a lot of people. Participating in the group events was also hard but I see now that during first term, that was alright because I had a lot of inner growth to do first.

 At Christmas break, almost everyone went travelling or went home. About 60 of us stayed on at the Hall to work, which I chose to do (I didn’t think I’d survive that many plane trips back and forth). All the female volunteers got moved to The Zoo, a fantastically magical place where new friendships were made and a good many movies and computer games happened.

 It was my first Christmas being away from my family and I knew it was going to be hard. I knew I would have to rely closely on God every single moment to get me through, to provide for every little thing. And the awesome thing was that He totally did.

 The one event that sticks out the most to me from that time was a few days into the break. I was feeling very lonely and was sitting on my bed, journaling and praying. I was going to write “God, I’m feeling really lonely right now” but I had just gotten to writing “God, I’m feeling really” when all of a sudden, two friends I had only really talked to a day before or so peeked around the corner and sat down and we talked for ages, laughing and just having a good time. After that, the three of us hang out a lot and I made two very good friends who I am so thankful for.

 Surprisingly, that was one of the best Christmases I’ve ever had. Sure, I had to do work in the kitchens and I was far away from my family and it was nothing like my idea of Christmas but it was so much fun. We played a computer game for four hours that afternoon, alternately laughing and screaming and then later we served the guests and had an awesome Christmas party. And that was my Christmas, nothing like I imagined but maybe even better.

 And Christmas break was where I changed. First term was where I dealt with inward things and the break was when I shifted from this shy anxious little girl to a social, energetic woman. It was way easier for me to socialize with my classmates because there were less of them around and my courage grew. By the time everyone else came back, I was able to socialize with everyone. I was running around all the time from one person to the other, hanging out, going on adventures and I felt like a completely different person, the person I really was supposed to be.

Capernwray Thoughts: Part 5 and 6

Part 5

 One of the fantastic things about being in the English countryside are the sheep. The Bible talks about sheep so often and the deep meanings are lost on us because we just don’t know anything about sheep. Sheep scare really easily and often without an apparent reason. Sheep are constantly in need of food or other simple necessities. Sheep often feel the need to wander around in places where it’s not safe just because hey, why not.

 It is a little humbling to see the similarities between us and sheep. Something that was hilarious to see was when one sheep would suddenly start running across the field and then another would see this and follow. Within seconds, the entire herd would be stampeding like fluffy marshmallows from one end of the field to another for no reason other than the fact that one sheep was doing it. I know for sure that people do this too and it’s just as ridiculous a sight.

 The hilarity of sheep aside, it was very powerful to see the sheep reacting to their shepherd. I was just starting my walk one day when a truck drove down the path. Before the man even stopped the vehicle, sheep from all over the vast field ran as quickly as they could to the fence, just to be near him. This sight brought tears to my eyes as I thought of myself running to Jesus for comfort and love, the scene before me making it more real.

 As soon as the shepherd showed up, everything around them was forgotten and their focus was completely on him. If he walked somewhere, the huge flock would struggle to follow, pushing and shoving to be closest. I saw the shepherds out there in all sorts of weather too and I just couldn’t believe their devotion to these stupid, thankless animals.

 When spring arrived, the lambs began to appear and I saw even more pictures of God’s love for us in them. I remember one day when it was super windy and I was struggling to get my walk done as quickly as possible. As I walked up the path, I saw a large sheep lying in the field, its back to me. It looked at me with a watchful eye, deemed me as no threat and then looked away. I kept walking but then looked back at the sheep and was startled to see a lamb curled up beside the sheep, completely blocked from the wind and sleeping peacefully. God said, “Hey look, that’s like you and me.”  

 It was really fun watching the lambs, how playful they were and how unaware of danger they were. I had several lambs come up to me one time and play tag until their mother bleated at them. The lambs were just so small and helpless, yet so fearless too. It was interesting to compare them to their mothers, who were so scared all the time and it was sad seeing the lambs grow up into fear.

 Another time, I was with my roommates and one of them had a bag of something. They quickly discovered that if they shook the bag, the sheep would think it was the shepherd with a bag of food and some would come running. Imagine their disappointment and confusion when they realized they had been led astray. I couldn’t help but think about when we chase after idols and how empty it leaves us, every time.

Part 6

 We had an open mic night one time and once again, I was reminded that I had to be brave, open up and just do stuff for my time at Capernwray to be fully useful. So I signed up to read a poem. I remember the meal before the event; I ate half a hotdog and then knew I didn’t dare eat anything else. My nervousness always sits in my stomach. By the time I was sitting in the Stable where the event was held, I was shaking from nervousness.

 At this point in my stay, still in first term, I wasn’t outgoing at all and only really hung out with my roommates. I hadn’t even spoken to half the people in the Stable then and though I had practiced my poem over and over, I kept imagining what a fool of myself I was going to make. Yet I knew that I just had to do this, for some reason. My writing was very important to me and sharing it was a good thing to do.

 I was the first one up and though I shook like mad, I somehow pulled myself together, even shushed the audience before starting. And it went so well! That was the first big crazy thing that I did at Capernwray and it was one step of many to The Change that would occur later on at Christmas break.