Stuck in the Middle

The other day I was cleaning my room… Yep, I know I tend to start many of my posts this way. It’s like there’s always a new adventure when there’s cleaning to be distracted from. While cleaning pretending to be cleaning I found a published poem that I wrote when I was in grade 12.

A bit of a backstory to this poem, I only got something like  37% on it but still sent it for this Canadian contest thing to get it published. Sure enough out of all the poems sent mine got picked and somehow my final note was now in the 80’s. Sometimes it funny how things work. I never questioned my teacher about this…..

Stuck in the Middle

“Scram!”
“Get lost!”
“Cry baby!”
“Outta my room!”

Hand-me-downs,
almost empty baby books,
second-hand toys,
getting picked on…
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I’m back!

Well, it’s been a crazy year! I have to start yet again by apologizing for not keeping up with the blog. I don’t have a good excuse….. Though I thought it would be great to kick it off on my birthday eve (probably on my birthday by the time I finish writing).

Let me catch you up on a few things I have moved back to Canada! Yay! But miss Australia like crazy 😦

 

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One of my many highlights on this mission was when I gave my first Social Justice talk to grade 12 girls. That morning I was blessed to have an hour of personal prayer and I had decided to go to a coffee shop. One of the habits that I had gotten into was revising my talk in prayer every single time I was to give it.
Since I was at a coffee shop in one of the best coffee place in the world (don’t quote me on that) I had to grab a coffee. As I was revising, I had added a few slides to my presentation that really didn’t add much but I just knew it was meant to be there (Don’t tell my supervisors but I didn’t get the new slides approved beforehand). Continue reading “I’m back!”

Poetry Attempt#1

I wrote this poem earlier this year and I figured it was time that I shared it with the wider community. I’m also looking for feedback on how I could make it better.

CHILD NUMBER 8

Being child number 7 the expectations are greater
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I just wanted you to look up to you big sister.

But things are not like they seem.

I once took that drink just to fit in
but that was a monster I let in.
Tossing and turning I swear I’d stop 
until it became a cycle of loss.

Trust me, number 8, things are not like they seem.

I hid behind that smiling face
convincing myself everything’s ok
one more song, one more dance, one more drink I’d say
the sun is up, oh shucks it’s day.

Number 8, you’re growing, discovering yourself, still in school
don’t worry about being that unique fish in the pool.
Once in a pool you have no where to go
swimming round n’ round going with the flow.

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The Journey to the Crucifixion

I wanted to share with you a bit of my research about the crucifixion. To me this is something that I always overlooked and just said kept on saying that it was the ultimate sacrifice. Yes, it is the ultimate sacrifice but have you ever stopped to think of Jesus as a person? Put yourself in His shoes and try being flogged by soldiers.

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I wanted to walk this journey with Jesus and He’s really been giving me a glimpse of what He went through as I was throwing insults and mocking him.
The whips that the soldiers were using had multiple ends and on the ropes were tiny metal balls and tiny hooks. This means that every time he was hit he would either get instant blood blisters or his flesh was torn open. In Jewish law it was illegal to hit someone 40 times (40 was a number of death) and for some reason the Romans followed this law and only hit him 39 times. ONLY 39! This video shows what it might have looked like.  Continue reading “The Journey to the Crucifixion”

3 Stages of Community Life

I’m really dropping the ball on this blogging thing. It’s not that I’ve forgotten to write it’s that I just haven’t been making the time the time for it I’ve been making excuses to not write. On a side note, I’ve actually been journaling a lot, I even wrote a few poems, I just haven’t been posting things.

I know, I know, I’m making more excuses but eh, nothing I can do about it now. Actually… YES…. there’s much that I can do and I’m asking your help to keep me accountable to blogging. If you notice that I haven’t been blogging do send me a friendly reminder saying yo bruh you’re failing at blogging. I promise that I won’t slam the door on your nose next time you visit.

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To keep you update on my Australian NET journey I do have to say that things have been pretty rocky these past few weeks but really great at the same time. As I was told by someone I greatly admire there are three stages to living in community.

  1. The honeymoon stage where everything is unicorns, lollypops and butterflies.
  2. The you’re an idiot stage where everything is someone else’s fault and I’m the perfect person
  3. The wait a second… I’m and idiot too stage where you realize that you’re not as perfect as you thought.

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Fat Tuesday-Ash Wednesday

I noticed that my few last posts were more formal and I’ve been craving writing something much less formal, something more Céline.

The other day was fat Tuesday (the day before Ash Wednesday) and I went out for a run. I quite enjoy waking up early to spend some time with Jesus while running. I pump some great praise and worship, put on my shoes and just go. I never know where I’m going but I know when I get there.

While I was running I was having this conversation with Jesus. I had doubts, many doubts. Why am I here? Who am I to be here? What if I’m not called to be on this team? I kept questioning myself but Jesus came back to me quite fast. He said Céline, why not you? Why do you not trust me? You are here with reason and with purpose. 

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Moving to Melbourne

I’m going to start with the really exciting news. I’m now living in Melbourne!!!

D16508553_1851854601760260_7079806458160690988_nuring our time on training the priest that was journeying with us got us good. We were blessed to have daily Mass with him which was great. During his homily he would often ask us questions pertaining to the readings so it wasn’t strange when he started asking us questions before Mass had even started. What was strange was that he was dressed in red on a day that wasn’t the memorial of a martyr and it wasn’t Pentecost either. As he was standing the front, he questioned and we were only getting more and more confused as to why he was wearing red. THEN out of no where he said something like Red is the colour associated to the Holy Spirit and we’re going to announce the teams!!!

I was caught off guard and wasn’t sure how to react. Everyone around me had mixed emotions as well. We knew team announcement was soon to happen but not that soon. Some people were crying, some laughing and others were just in shock. I was definitely in shock.  Continue reading “Moving to Melbourne”