ok so for the last month i have been on outreach through latvia and lithuania with families, and without a keyboard, so i have been reposting some blogs i have recently written and now i have a keyboard to type on and so this will be interesting. but here is some things i have learned […]Read more "Trips and Children"
Today in Lithuania was International Women’s Day. A celebration I have never been apart of. But it made me want to sit down and think about all the women that I love and respect and miss. I’m from a family of six. Three boys. Three girls. My mother taught me about theatrics. How being a […]Read more "IWD"
We didn’t learn how to be sons from books or YouTube clips. We learned it through trial and error, rebellion, apology, some tears, maybe an awkward hug or two and a whole bunch of lies. And still some of us are no good at it. Some of our Dads figured out fatherhood even without knowing how to be […]Read more "We didn’t learn to be Sons from books."
We all find ourselves in bubbles. These bubbles are good most of the time. They keep us safe, they keep us collected and understood. They give us meaning, they give us foundation to grow and risk and attempt things. Our first bubble is usually our family. I was born into a family of five that […]Read more "My familial bubble. "
Today I watched a Dad once again need to build a fort around a lounge room to give his son freedom to explore, but limits so that he didn’t end up chewing on electricity or licking something with sickness on it. Oh and also to protect his sons baby friends. it was such a funny […]Read more "Dropping children and laughing."
Sitting in church and i watch as a baby competes with its Dad to see who can get to the candles first. A baby gets baptised, the worship leader has cool hair, its time for communion and after getting mine offered in Norwegian and english I sat down feeling honoured by this congregation that made it […]Read more "Eating all of the body of Christ"
I grew up sharing a room with my brother. He had the top bunk. Which meant, sometimes weights would fall from the sky, punk music was played, wrestling moves were practiced, lego was built, books were read, hair colours changed, fashion tips were shared through observation and then he moved out when I was 12. […]Read more "the rooms of the houses"
This morning I woke up and sat by myself for a few minutes before three beautiful families joined me in the dining room for breakfast. There were moments of hilarity, moments of rebellion and moments of cute sibling teamwork, but one moment stands out to me most mornings, and that is the incessant calling for […]Read more "Pappa, Pappa, Pappa"
Old people are the best. And it’s funny that as you grow up, you see old people in different ways. and the standard of “old” changes. I remember being 12 and my nana must have almost been in her late 70’s and she was old. But she was so old that she didn’t even measure […]Read more "Old People Are the Best."