tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14768619992783361302024-02-20T03:51:41.795-05:00Sailor Girlfragmented pieceshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03550965753478446531noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-7396464096245789732011-01-27T07:53:00.001-05:002011-01-27T08:17:57.833-05:00HONG KONG --City I Love-- ...a memoir<div>We are flying over, coming into Hong Kong. It's dark outside, but I should be able to see city lights soon. There! Right below us - white and some red; a bit sparse... those aren't city lights. I recognize these lights; they are the kind of lights I am familiar with! They are ships in the harbour - probably waiting at anchor.</div><div>We are still pretty high up, but now I can see the clusters of lights forward of us that is HK! I can't see them because it's all dark, but I know that down there too are mountains, mountains we used to climb when I was a child to overlook the city. Sea, city, and mountains. That is HK.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>Being back in Hong Kong I realized...</i></div><div><br /></div><div>>> You walk a lot! (maps with tourist spots have them marked in how many minutes it will take to walk there! i.e. "20 min. by foot")</div><div><br /></div><div>>>You get a lot of exercise (I know now why we didn't need to do anything else to keep fit!)</div><div><br /></div><div>>>When you blow your nose it's black from pollution</div><div><br /></div><div>>>Everyone talks about money. A LOT. How much do you get paid at your job? How much did that cost? What do you pay for rent?</div><div><br /></div><div>>>Everything is "squished"</div><div><br /></div><div>And lastly, and maybe most importantly, I realized that</div><div><br /></div><div>>>I am ready to give up HK as home.</div><div><br /></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-38965736177690175132010-12-26T08:39:00.018-05:002010-12-26T10:32:35.891-05:00100 Ways to Photograph a Rose<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdey5VJ4pI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6ROtCaR8KZQ/s1600/rose1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdey5VJ4pI/AAAAAAAAAWM/6ROtCaR8KZQ/s320/rose1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555012893860815506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdeecUdmKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/8C7dTfORWS4/s1600/rose2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdeecUdmKI/AAAAAAAAAWE/8C7dTfORWS4/s320/rose2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555012542475901090" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdeEo5YCEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pqOPPfFjy8s/s1600/rose3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdeEo5YCEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pqOPPfFjy8s/s320/rose3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555012099175352386" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdaDPvN9YI/AAAAAAAAAVk/sL3S-uvixdo/s1600/rose4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdaDPvN9YI/AAAAAAAAAVk/sL3S-uvixdo/s320/rose4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555007677195482498" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdZd5YN8jI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qcp2x9lamPQ/s1600/rose5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdZd5YN8jI/AAAAAAAAAVc/qcp2x9lamPQ/s320/rose5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555007035538272818" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdYkqWbOkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1TOg5np6R1k/s1600/rose6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdYkqWbOkI/AAAAAAAAAVU/1TOg5np6R1k/s320/rose6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555006052251679298" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdYGxrHIwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/u-isnSa7gGk/s1600/rose7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdYGxrHIwI/AAAAAAAAAVM/u-isnSa7gGk/s320/rose7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555005538821415682" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdXKEKrw6I/AAAAAAAAAVE/MAP7SCensPA/s1600/rose8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdXKEKrw6I/AAAAAAAAAVE/MAP7SCensPA/s320/rose8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555004495813657506" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdMKl_FtUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pyjVY6mwKj4/s1600/rose9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdMKl_FtUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/pyjVY6mwKj4/s320/rose9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554992410263926082" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdLhYgo1nI/AAAAAAAAAT8/HbEvz1Q7vQo/s1600/rose10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdLhYgo1nI/AAAAAAAAAT8/HbEvz1Q7vQo/s320/rose10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554991702271907442" /></a>Aren't they <i><b>BEAUTIFUL</b></i> roses???! Thank you Ben! :)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-91266151487481061742010-12-25T10:33:00.000-05:002010-12-26T10:42:03.051-05:00Merry Christmas!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Merry Christmas to you!</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdhL1SNkNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Rt-CBMKcIpE/s1600/Naomi%2BChristmas%2B2010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRdhL1SNkNI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Rt-CBMKcIpE/s320/Naomi%2BChristmas%2B2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555015521294717138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Naomi Sue Nelson </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Lebanon, Christmas 2010</i></span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-17504560008275871182010-12-24T18:25:00.002-05:002010-12-24T20:47:26.788-05:00Christmas Eve Day<div>Got back to the ship from Challenge Team last night...</div><div><br /></div><div>I was standby today. This morning I did [no, had the <i>privilege</i> of doing] garbage with the Captain. <i>That</i> is a servant, people.</div><div><br /></div><div>And THEN I got the biggest surprise - a very special Christmas present of TWO DOZEN ROSES from my man in MN!!!!!! Now HOW did he get them delivered right to the ship somewhere in Lebanon when he's in MN???! I'm asking that too! :)</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRVHXL3VGiI/AAAAAAAAATs/T3ZjRPhye84/s1600/Surprise%2521%2521%2521.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TRVHXL3VGiI/AAAAAAAAATs/T3ZjRPhye84/s400/Surprise%2521%2521%2521.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554424179078797858" /></a>The most amazing gifts always come when I'm least expecting anything and on the days when I don't feel pretty.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-39320014200603199452010-12-23T20:48:00.002-05:002010-12-24T20:59:35.985-05:00Shock of ReturnI am so overwhelmed right now. Coming to the ship in the first place was a very easy adjustment, but for some reason this coming back is really hard! I don't know where to start. I feel like I need to decide, respond, and DO everything RIGHT NOW (including responding to the million e-mails that piled up to swamp me after two weeks gone).<div>I miss Ben. Chat doesn't work and there's no way to connect with you. I just need to talk. But I can't.</div><div>So many people left while I was gone. I don't recognize half the faces in the dining room anymore, cause new people came. And to top it all off, there's a big noise from the engine room in the wall right by my bed! How will I sleep?</div><div>The ship doesn't feel "mine" anymore. It feels foreign. I remember living here, in this cabin, in this bed... I put all those pictures on the wall... But now I feel like an outsider looking in - just somehow I got mixed up on the wrong side.</div><div>Maybe it is in part due to the season, because I'm not home. But even that is not cut and dry anymore, because I don't know where I would feel most at home.</div><div>So I am going to take a shower. And then unpack. Because, after all, I have one month left.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-53792241336623170002010-12-05T08:59:00.004-05:002010-12-05T11:22:36.541-05:00Re-Entry<b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><div style="display: inline !important; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; font-size: 16px; "><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >What was it like the day you left home to join the ship?</span></span></span></b></span></div></span></span></b></span></div></span></span></b><div> <!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:officedocumentsettings> <o:allowpng/> </o:OfficeDocumentSettings> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:trackmoves>false</w:TrackMoves> <w:trackformatting/> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:drawinggridhorizontalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridHorizontalSpacing> <w:drawinggridverticalspacing>18 pt</w:DrawingGridVerticalSpacing> <w:displayhorizontaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayHorizontalDrawingGridEvery> <w:displayverticaldrawinggridevery>0</w:DisplayVerticalDrawingGridEvery> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> <w:dontautofitconstrainedtables/> <w:dontvertalignintxbx/> </w:Compatibility> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="276"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--> <style> <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:Arial; panose-1:2 11 6 4 2 2 2 2 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face {font-family:Cambria; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} @font-face {font-family:"Marker Felt"; panose-1:2 0 4 0 0 0 0 0 0 0; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin-top:0in; margin-right:0in; margin-bottom:10.0pt; margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style> <!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0in; mso-para-margin-right:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0in; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-fareast; mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} </style> <![endif]--> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >May 12<sup>th</sup>. The day that will live in infamy; the date burned in my mind. The day I left home. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Last everythings were over – last night in Dali, last supper, last walk on the dike, last bike ride, last good-byes… last ride on our bus. Am I ready? Ready to leave? Not only Dali, but Hong Kong, and my childhood. I’m leaving the only life I’ve known. It’s over.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14pt; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment--></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Alone. I was out on my own, and I was alone. I had to stand in a horrid line, waiting to scan my bags, just out of conversation reach with my family. It was a torturous 45 min. where I could see them and they could see me, but they were on the other side of the barrier. I can see them, even now, standing there, and I knew full well that that would be my last picture of them, burned in my memory. Plenty of time to think about what I was doing going away and not going to see them for two years. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I was glad whenever the line of tall, imposing Americans blocked my view of my family's somber faces as they waited to make sure I made it through ok. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I tried not to look. I had to be strong. I could not cry; I was in a line with people all around me, and anyway my makeup would smear. Then my bags went through, I grabbed them up quickly, and took one last look back willing myself to see over the scanner and all the heads, and attempting a smile so they would know I was okay. And then I was gone. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >As I boarded the steps to the plane, I looked back over my shoulder and somehow knew that this was it. I had left childhood behind forever. Then I turned, and with feigned confidence took a step forward. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >What was it like to travel to the ship?</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The roads here are not unlike the ones in Hong Kong - only that we can drive for longer. The narrow cement blocks making the median... the way the trees look... the frequent overpasses and exit/entry ramps... the blue signs over the road... the sound barriers and the graffiti on the sound barriers and on the back of all the signs.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I can't stay awake so I try to sleep, leaning my head against the window curtains. Every time the bus slows or turns a sharp corner I nearly fall off. I am jerked awake and have to work hard to keep from falling off my seat.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Half in a daze I stare out the window at the picture perfect German cottages we are passing. I guess... it is sort of like I thought Germany would be. </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >I try to imagine the silent woods haunted by the ghostly figures of concentration camp prisoners marching, marching... Up till now, that was the only picture of Germany I knew.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >What was your first impression of the ship?</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >It was smaller than I thought it would be.</span></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >What was/were the first day/s on the ship like?</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >When did you first feel at home on the ship? (Did you feel at home on the ship?)</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Home is not a familiar place, home is a mental decision. The ship was home to me before we even arrived because I knew that's where I was going to be. </span></span></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >What advice would you give someone joining the ship now?</span></span></b></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-55828869664285175372010-12-01T22:30:00.001-05:002010-12-04T19:18:31.607-05:00World AIDS dayWatched <b><i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Beat-Drum-Junior-Singo/dp/B000TJ6PA6">Beat the Drum</a></i></b> in our Hope Theatre tonight. It's so realistic. If you have the chance, watch it! Maybe seeing AIDS from a whole new perspective - through the eyes of an AIDS orphan - will make you think for just a minute.<div><br /></div><div>I had a chance to meet some people like Musa's father and you can read my experience of coming face to face with HIV/AIDS in <i><a href="http://dockhopper.blogspot.com/2010/08/cythias-story-tema-ghana.html">Cynthia's Story</a></i>.</div><div><div><br /></div></div><div>Hmmm... maybe I should get tested once I'm back in the States (I haven't done anything promiscuous, just been in contact with a lot of HIV+ people).</div><div><br /></div><div>Best quote from the movie: "Even though Stefan was dying, he fought to make something of his life." Made me think - am I? Are YOU?</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-53598249981629695282010-11-28T23:20:00.001-05:002010-12-04T20:02:21.948-05:00Egyptian Dream<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TPrettKpAnI/AAAAAAAAAS4/9LNHGm8mx_k/s400/pyramids3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546990767859892850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TPreuHuVRQI/AAAAAAAAATI/hiWLPejX8cU/s400/great%2Bpyramid.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546990774988915970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TPret7iTLlI/AAAAAAAAATA/BAu8dss0hvc/s400/pyramids.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546990771717221970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TPreu7vVdYI/AAAAAAAAATY/YXdAaRIymUQ/s1600/underground%2Btombs.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TPreu7vVdYI/AAAAAAAAATY/YXdAaRIymUQ/s400/underground%2Btombs.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546990788951766402" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TPreuv_WvHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/onM0Qq7vZCk/s1600/sphinx.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TPreuv_WvHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/onM0Qq7vZCk/s400/sphinx.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546990785797733490" /></a>I didn't even dream this dream of visiting the pyramids and the sphinx because it was too far out of my reach. Beware, because sometimes He gives you something beyond your wildest dreams! (For $35)<div>I wish I could rewind to my studying Ancient Egypt in school, knowing I would go there someday. I don't know if the books came alive or if I walked right into the pages, but man, if you read about places and history, take it seriously! Someday you might find yourself seeing it in real life! </div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-19367963784470691812010-11-15T03:36:00.000-05:002010-12-05T03:41:27.361-05:00ShipSHOTS #15 Hope Night<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xhCZhJSdXMk">Watch the episode!</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-41842054053228476952010-11-02T15:13:00.000-04:002010-11-19T17:12:31.515-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TObrWuvub4I/AAAAAAAAASo/ehCVTTW03dY/s1600/DSC_2031.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TObrWuvub4I/AAAAAAAAASo/ehCVTTW03dY/s400/DSC_2031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541375167263829890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Traditional Libyan dress <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(notice the henna-painted hands)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TObrV-QieXI/AAAAAAAAASY/q69f0-7R7h4/s400/DSC_1994.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541375154248120690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TObrWXfqxmI/AAAAAAAAASg/_3PHU9ezGMw/s1600/DSC_1966.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TObrWXfqxmI/AAAAAAAAASg/_3PHU9ezGMw/s400/DSC_1966.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541375161022465634" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >A young boy bearing a picture of Muammar al-Gaddafi, the ruler of Libya, led the procession onto the stage, and the reciting of famous speeches started. Suddenly a group of boys carrying toy machine guns with real shooting noises ran around as the other children fell on their faces at the call to prayer. Complete with cultural dances (above) and incense burning, this was an insider's snapshot of history and customs I was lucky not to miss!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >So much can you learn about the political state, culture, and religion of a country through it's children!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-57660825341914318172010-11-01T17:28:00.003-04:002010-11-19T17:59:44.817-05:00Book Hold<div>Somehow, on my first day in the book hold, I got to be in charge of the 23-page list! It was like a race to trying to keep five people busy finding the stacks of books, checking the ISBN number, pricing them and giving them storage shelve locations.</div><div>I'm not sure how many titles - out of the 7,500 different titles we have onboard - were on the invoice, but I can assure you that the length of that list was comparable to Santa's!</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TOb-IxlWxsI/AAAAAAAAASw/Wrn-oTAd8lo/s1600/DSC_1917.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TOb-IxlWxsI/AAAAAAAAASw/Wrn-oTAd8lo/s400/DSC_1917.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541395818228401858" /></a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-36708275569996401472010-10-31T17:15:00.001-04:002010-11-19T17:24:17.924-05:00Halloween?It's Halloween. Not that it matters. Not that anyone on the ship even noticed, but it is. It means it's fall. Winter's coming. And after winter, I come home.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-43627879509538548212010-10-31T15:10:00.006-04:002010-10-31T15:54:54.971-04:00For Ben<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>Another summer day Has come and gone away In Paris and Rome But I wanna go home, mmm... </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>May be surrounded by A million people I Still feel all alone I just wanna go home... </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>Oh, I miss you, you know... </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>And I've been keeping all the letters That I wrote to you Each one a line or two "I'm fine baby, how are you?"</i></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>Another airplane Another sunny place I'm lucky I know But I wanna go home...</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>I'm just too far From where you are I wanna come home </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>And I know just why you could not Come along with me That this was not your dream But you always believed in me... </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>Another winter day Has come and gone away In even Paris and Rome And I wanna go home... </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>Let me go home </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>And I'm surrounded by A million people I I still feel alone Oh, let me go home... </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>Oh, I miss you, you know </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>Let me go home I've had my run Baby, I'm done </i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i>It'll all be all right I'll be home tonight I'm coming back home...</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;">- From the song<i> Home </i>by Michael Buble -</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;">></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; "><i></i></span></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-83665166869725528172010-10-31T03:31:00.000-04:002010-12-05T03:43:27.719-05:00ShipSHOTS #14 Heavy Fuel Project<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_aaD6qbQOzs">Watch the episode!</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-63028028723231317672010-10-25T17:42:00.005-04:002010-12-04T20:06:00.370-05:00Ablaze!<div style="text-align: center;">I had the most <i>beautiful</i> off day today, and the icing on the cake was this gorgeous sunset when the sky went ablaze with yellow, orange, red and purple!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMX7QUT9P1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/8Bd1Xr7VX1c/s1600/DSC_1877.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMX7QUT9P1I/AAAAAAAAAR4/8Bd1Xr7VX1c/s400/DSC_1877.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532103975043415890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMX7P5bB7fI/AAAAAAAAARw/1zVqR1mcAok/s1600/DSC_1878.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMX7P5bB7fI/AAAAAAAAARw/1zVqR1mcAok/s400/DSC_1878.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532103967825325554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">I'd like to put these two pictures together to make one long-ish picture... maybe someday I'll know how to.</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-34980507955715712912010-10-25T17:00:00.000-04:002010-12-04T20:10:29.233-05:00<div>Update: (thanks to Ben's friend)</div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TPrl8m_l4dI/AAAAAAAAATg/evn7qtaJdfE/s1600/2_DSC_1778_1877.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TPrl8m_l4dI/AAAAAAAAATg/evn7qtaJdfE/s400/2_DSC_1778_1877.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546998720482370002" /></a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-28995935234372332212010-10-24T13:05:00.000-04:002010-10-25T17:41:53.295-04:00Destination: North Africa!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMW-S836nwI/AAAAAAAAARI/0WFdCV-LYNY/s1600/DSC_1849-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMW-S836nwI/AAAAAAAAARI/0WFdCV-LYNY/s400/DSC_1849-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532036950082100994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">A Libyan Mosque</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMW-SmxoO7I/AAAAAAAAARA/797JnKBEre4/s1600/DSC_1859.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMW-SmxoO7I/AAAAAAAAARA/797JnKBEre4/s1600/DSC_1859.jpg"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMW-SmxoO7I/AAAAAAAAARA/797JnKBEre4/s400/DSC_1859.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532036944150150066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">In the Bazaar (middle eastern market)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMW-SDXXj4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kK8XMrmN8qw/s1600/DSC_1869.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMW-SDXXj4I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/kK8XMrmN8qw/s400/DSC_1869.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532036934644764546" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Some fun with photography - my ship sister Imogen!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMW-RZvpXEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/q8ydkaX-8LA/s1600/DSC_1874.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mOAvGhDrd4w/TMW-RZvpXEI/AAAAAAAAAQw/q8ydkaX-8LA/s400/DSC_1874.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532036923472305218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jessica and Imogen</div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-38233069089039801702010-10-08T03:29:00.001-04:002010-12-05T03:31:09.475-05:00ShipSHOTS #13 New Crew Members<object width="490" height="385"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUM9FBhB-54&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> </param> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rUM9FBhB-54&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="490" height="385"> </embed> </object>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-43669891893116857092010-09-25T03:26:00.000-04:002010-12-05T03:28:17.001-05:00ShipSHOTS #12 Dentist Delight<object width="490" height="385"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDP3OhiVv3w&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> </param> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cDP3OhiVv3w&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="490" height="385"> </embed> </object>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-2670962954175516572010-09-15T03:19:00.001-04:002010-12-05T03:25:43.361-05:00ShipSHOTS #11 Journey of Life<object width="490" height="385"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_HFNLPCYP8&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> </param> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y_HFNLPCYP8&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="490" height="385"> </embed> </object>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-55400647015477509552010-08-19T21:50:00.004-04:002010-08-20T22:40:35.636-04:00Trading an A for an E...<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Times;font-size:small;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Times;font-size:small;"><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote></blockquote></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 238, 221); line-height: 19px; font-size:small;"><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204); font-family:arial;">This is something I have been learning...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"><br /></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">GOD HAS SET US FREE! (</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">Psalm 118:5</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"> - FYI, I used NIV translation for all the references) For me this has been freedom to make decisions, free from my self-worth being based on what other people think of me, the realization that I can't please everybody and the confidence to start standing up for myself.<br /><br />If we're set free, there must be something that's the root problem that we're liberated from! Free from what? FEAR. (</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">Psalm 34:4</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">)<br />What are your FEARS? (fear of failure, discontent, death, what other people think, being hurt, etc.)<br /><br />F-E-A-R --> trade the 'A' for an 'E' </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(rearrange the letters)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"> and you become --> F-R-E-E<br /><br />1. My personal fear - fear of Man; what I think people will think of me<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">Prov. 29:25</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">1 Sam. 15:1-24</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">Luke 23:20-24, Mark 15:15, John 19:12-14</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">Isaiah 51:7</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">Isaiah 51:12</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">John 12:43</span></b></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"><br /></span></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">2. </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">HOW</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"> does Christ set us free?<br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">1 John 4:18</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"><br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">3. Only one thing we should fear:<br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">Prov. 31:30</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"> (could be another verse but since this is 'A Woman of God is...' study group...)<br /><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">4. Building our CONFIDENCE in being free:<br /></span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">Psalm 119:32<br />John 8:32, 36<br />Gal. 5:1<br />Psalm 119:45</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"><br /><br />One caution... (</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">1 Peter 2:16</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;"> and </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">Gal. 5:13</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFCC;">)<br /><br />We can go live in victory, trading our "A"s for "E"s, because Christ has set us FREE from our fears, free to LIVE FOR HIM!</span></span></div></span></span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-19700330314464486502010-08-17T00:11:00.002-04:002010-08-17T00:15:01.132-04:00ShipSHOTS #10 Hope Team<object width="490" height="385"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-A8-ygoSge8&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> </param> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-A8-ygoSge8&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="490" height="385"></embed> </object>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-47256031651637697462010-08-06T15:14:00.006-04:002010-08-06T15:18:49.984-04:00ShipSHOTS #9 Legacy of Libraries<div>This is the last one for a while! I hope you've enjoyed "seeing" a bit of my life and ministry with Logos Hope!</div> <object width="490" height="385"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hdo31FLhrjk&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> </param> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hdo31FLhrjk&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="490" height="385"></embed> </object>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-57715628653404165742010-08-05T17:17:00.001-04:002010-08-05T17:19:52.392-04:00SHIPSHOTS #8 Atlantic Crossing<object width="490" height="385"> <param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGJN5uk8jvQ&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"> </param> <param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"> </param> <embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aGJN5uk8jvQ&border=1&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="490" height="385"></embed> </object> <div><br /></div><div>This shows a lot of the deckies' job to get the ship from port to port! :)</div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1476861999278336130.post-9694968960477963282010-08-04T16:22:00.006-04:002010-08-04T17:39:24.177-04:00Life on a Ship<div><blockquote></blockquote>Just an average sailing day on Logos Hope...</div><div><br /></div>We are sailing North around the west corner of Africa on our way to Monrovia, Liberia. At the moment we're watching The Iron Lady a documentary/movie about the recent wars in the country; I'm multi-tasking. :)<br /><br />Today I learned what soft wax is and got to use it on the natural fibre hemp (adds a little more protection coating) that we fixed the van lifting gear with. We had to pull those whippings so tight my hands are red and sore, but regardless ropework is one of my favourite jobs!<div><br /></div><div>There was a Man Overboard drill at 4pm... The whole ship did a Williamson turn as we all pointed and shouted at the poor unfortunate cardboard box.<br /><br />There is a sign on the elevator door, right under the 'Out of Service' sign, that says:<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><blockquote>"God just gave me ONE LEG THIS WEEK! Go Go Go Electricians! I miss my Buddy the Elevator. -Matthijs" (on crutches from playing sports)</blockquote><blockquote><br /></blockquote></div></div><div>I popped into the library and opened a book and happened across a really cool bit... <div style="text-align: center;">"<span style="font-style:italic;">When someone asks you how you are and you say you're fine, do you actually mean the acronym for that word - 'Feelings Inside Not Expressed'?" [DNA of Relationships, Gary Smalley] </span><span style="font-style:italic;"></span></div><div><span style="font-style:italic;"></span><span>Yeah, most of the time... How did they read my mind???!</span> <br /><br />Today it is FUN to have a long distance relationship! (Wow, I'm being optimistic...!) If we were together, we'd miss out on the packages to look forward to, letters, e-mails and phone calls and bragging on my man when he's not here! Every other day it really SUCKS, but for some reason I'm in a good mood today! (Still, I'd trade it if I could-!) Maybe it's because I finally wrote in my journal again last night. ;) </div></div>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0