tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2970424137248158362024-03-12T21:58:02.426-04:00UndeniableThe story of a girl who is undeniably human and her struggle to reach beyond her limits.Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.comBlogger43125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-9743468184439440412014-11-06T17:26:00.000-05:002014-11-06T17:26:26.798-05:00A Distance WithinThere is a distance. A noticeable distance between myself and something I cannot figure out. Is it something I once held dear and forgot or is it something I have been waiting for but still not yet able to grasp? Whatever it is I know is it distant from me.<br />
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I turned to my computer, my writing in an effort to push away the things that try to distract me from this distance. Writing is the one place I am able to do this. So I write. I see it has been a year since my last blog and truth be told a year since I visited new material. In that year I did finally get my book published and it has been a fabulous ride with Sammy the Snail. But getting a book published only means I tirelessly poured over its revisions, story lines and illustrations from a manuscript written 8 years prior. Getting published does not mean I created anything new. I need new.<br />
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I think this idea of new is part of what is distant. I find clarity and depth in my thoughts when I write so much more than if I were to speak the words as they formed. Writing is the one place that the world slows and I get a chance to find myself in a singular focus when the world is telling me to attend to many themes. Writing to find new is important, it does not have to be the new story you hope to publish or a new brilliant idea it simple just needs to be new for the day. Clarity in a crazy world.. well that is new; Hope in a place of darkness, hey that is new!! No need to reinvent the wheel with writing, I just need to find something new for the day. So I write.<br />
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I have been prompted to write for a few months now, but for some reason have ignored it and chosen a mind numbing activity of busyness instead. I am all too aware that busyness does not clear my mind, it jumbles everything together forcing me to fight for clarity when all the thoughts compete for my attention. What boggles me is that still I chose busyness! So today I write. Not really about much but to get back into the routine of finding that new space in my head where things sort of make sense, where I can hold onto the hope I know I have no matter what the circumstance and where if I am really still can feel the confirmation of why I am here on earth.<br />
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I know there is a distance. The cloudy foggy brain waves loudly announce it, the unfinished spoken sentences exposes the gap and my lack of direction tells me I am missing something. There is a distance. A distance that pushes me away from sanity and purpose toward the all to popular "prove that you are worthy by being busy" towards the questioning of why am I even here? Towards the ever nagging doubt that I can make a difference. <br />
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So to day I write. I attend to the distance that grew within and seek its destruction all the while finding the clarity of thoughts that will fuel my work here on earth. I missed my writing, I missed the clarity and I am glad that for today I wrote something. The distance is not so great anymore!<br />
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shine on my friends<br />
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Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-89404620908848107172013-11-07T10:36:00.000-05:002013-11-07T10:36:41.787-05:00Shifting Tears<div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">It has now been six months since the loss of my dear friend Dani. She left us way too soon. My heart continues to ache for her friendship, but something is shifting. Slowly I have noticed that the ache has begun to turn into a feeling of gratitude, still heavy and full of tears but there is a different tone now. I feel gratitude that for a short while here in Nassau I was blessed with the friendship of an amazing woman. I only had three years with her but she impacted my life so very much. And now I find that even in her death she continues to impact who I am and how I go about doing what I do. I am blessed to have been her friend and I find myself blessed even in mourning. She has challenged me to live my life more intentionally and to see the good in others as she was able to do. In short while I desperately wish her back here in physical form, I remain determined to continue to find the benefits of what she has left behind. </span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Dani was a gift to many who knew her and one I am forever grateful to God for giving to me.</span></div>
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Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-21736083227990245142013-06-09T08:22:00.000-04:002013-06-09T08:22:37.537-04:00No More "Not Enough "<div>
Life often tells us we are not enough. We can never do enough and will never be enough. This message is heard over and over again. A debilitating and paralyzing statement to hear and one that causes us much damage, my self included.</div>
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But I was reminded this morning that God not only has given us an <strong>Enough</strong> through Jesus; God is guarding our Enough, He fills our heart with His Spirit of enough, he guards our heart with enough, and he credits us with His enough. He loves us because we are now Enough!</div>
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This was a much needed moment of clarity for me today but as I was reading and praying, many of my friends, family and clients came to mind and I realized, this is most of our stories. Most of us </div>
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Did you hear that? Nothing can take away our enough. Not the critical looks from someone at church that thinks I am not doing enough or the right enough. Not the questions that I cannot answer from someone desperate for a solution. Not even the worst bully of all, the eyes of the girl in the mirror who tells me you will never be enough because I am not like other people. My Enough is untouchable, not matter what. Today, I want to live like I am enough because God has reminded me I am.</div>
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Have a day where you know God is guarding your enough!</div>
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<span class="text 1Pet-1-3"><sup class="versenum">3 </sup>Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30378M" title="See cross-reference M">M</a>)"></sup> In his great mercy<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30378N" title="See cross-reference N">N</a>)"></sup> he has given us new birth<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30378O" title="See cross-reference O">O</a>)"></sup> into a living hope<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30378P" title="See cross-reference P">P</a>)"></sup> through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30378Q" title="See cross-reference Q">Q</a>)"></sup></span> <span class="text 1Pet-1-4" id="en-NIV-30379"><sup class="versenum">4 </sup>and into an inheritance<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30379R" title="See cross-reference R">R</a>)"></sup> that can never perish, spoil or fade.<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30379S" title="See cross-reference S">S</a>)"></sup> This inheritance is kept in heaven for you,<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30379T" title="See cross-reference T">T</a>)"></sup></span> <span class="text 1Pet-1-5" id="en-NIV-30380"><sup class="versenum">5 </sup>who through faith are shielded by God’s power<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30380U" title="See cross-reference U">U</a>)"></sup> until the coming of the salvation<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30380V" title="See cross-reference V">V</a>)"></sup> that is ready to be revealed<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30380W" title="See cross-reference W">W</a>)"></sup> in the last time.</span> <span class="text 1Pet-1-6" id="en-NIV-30381"><sup class="versenum">6 </sup>In all this you greatly rejoice,<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30381X" title="See cross-reference X">X</a>)"></sup> though now for a little while<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30381Y" title="See cross-reference Y">Y</a>)"></sup> you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30381Z" title="See cross-reference Z">Z</a>)"></sup></span> <span class="text 1Pet-1-7" id="en-NIV-30382"><sup class="versenum">7 </sup>These have come so that the proven genuineness<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30382AA" title="See cross-reference AA">AA</a>)"></sup> of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30382AB" title="See cross-reference AB">AB</a>)"></sup>—may result in praise, glory and honor<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30382AC" title="See cross-reference AC">AC</a>)"></sup> when Jesus Christ is revealed.<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30382AD" title="See cross-reference AD">AD</a>)"></sup></span> <span class="text 1Pet-1-8" id="en-NIV-30383"><sup class="versenum">8 </sup>Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30383AE" title="See cross-reference AE">AE</a>)"></sup> and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy,</span> <span class="text 1Pet-1-9" id="en-NIV-30384"><sup class="versenum">9 </sup>for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.<sup class="crossreference" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-30384AF" title="See cross-reference AF">AF</a>)"></sup></span></div>
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My coffee cup rises to hide my tear stained face as the car goes by. I suppose I could have chosen to keep my grief inside on the couch but my home is already too full of strewn tissues and tear stained pillows. This morning I mourn outside. I refuse to let my grief shelter me from the world. Well today I do. Maybe not yesterday and maybe not tomorrow but today I choose to move.<br />
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The slight breeze cools the tears as they fall, refreshing my hot puffy eyes. The bird's relentless worship takes no notice of my sobs, or do they? The traffic regularly and with routine drives by without notice of the one of the porch having one of the more intense few days of her life.<br />
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How does the world continue when I know there are so many people this very minute feeling so intensely? How does it keep moving when so many of us are forced to stop by the load of pain given to us by this hurting world? Does it not know that we hurt? We feel like we can't go on? Why did the world not stop?<br />
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Sadly, it our pain is not new to the world, it is only new to us. This moment, this pain is only new to me.<br />
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I am both offended and yet comforted by the fact that the world is continuing Offended that it has not stopped the very second my heart burst with the pain of losing such a dear friend and then I realize if it stopped completely the pain would consume me. The breeze would have to stop and my tears would continue to burn my eyes instead of refresh them. The birds' worship would stop and I would not be reminded between sobs that there is a creator. The heaviness of my pain would not be broken into by the bird songs reminding me that there is something bigger, someone bigger that has got me in this. The world kept going for a reason.<br />
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Pain happens. Pain hurts and it is all too real. But the world continues and what at first appears like a big cosmic slap in the face turns out to be the therapeutic rhythm of a world that knows pain but keeps moving so we are not consumed by the pain. Our creator has chosen to help us move through the tragic parts of life by keeping His world going.<br />
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I almost missed that today as I hid behind my coffee mug. I almost stayed in the despair but the breeze, the birds and the traffic as observed from my front porch, told me different. Yes our pain is real and it is devastating but God has ordered this world to keep moving so we do not get consumed by it all together.<br />
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I will continue to be in pain for a while, I will continue to cry and sob and wonder, but God will continue to minister to me through his people and world doing very ordinary things in extraordinary ways. I am thankful for this rhythm.<br />
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Dani, I already miss you reading my blogs, I miss your comments, I miss your smile and I miss your heart. Your death has stopped my world and it will not be the same without you. But I will continue to move forward with your friendship etched my heart to work and live in a hurting world, because everyone needs to know they count. I hope you know that now my dear friend.<br />
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<br />Most stores I converse with about my book ask the same questions. Who is this book written for? Who is the intended audience? Age, gender, culture, situation, and topics all play a huge part in determining to whom you should be targeting in the stores. Valid questions for marketing but is it really necessary to know your audience for the writing process itself?<br /><br />I know in previous <a href="http://undeniablyhuman.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-egocentricity-of-writer-inside.html" style="color: #336699;" target="_self">newsletters </a>I have suggested you write only for yourself, and I am still standing by that. If you begin your process of writing just for the sake of impressing others your writing will lack passion and sincerity. The readers will see through your scheme to appease them and in the end fail to engage with your book. BUT if you are serious about putting your book out for publication then you must (unless you are okay with your books not selling or being noticed) you must engage in the process of knowing your audience in your writing process as well. I would suggest to any writers to write their story with only themselves in mind at first. Then after your first few drafts when the characters are more fully developed and plot lines make sense then turn to the point of view of the readers, and edit your story accordingly. <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: center;">
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In the end your book is about communicating with a reader. If you do not speak their language you will fail to communicate, it is that simple. Write with the story in mind, revise with the audience in view. <br /><br /><span style="font-size: 18px;"><span style="color: dimgrey;"><span style="font-size: 14px;">Write on my friends!<br />Allie</span></span></span></div>
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Discipline: for most this word brings a strong reaction. Images of a Drill Sargent barking commands, leaving no option but to obey or face consequences. How does writing require discipline? Does writing not depend upon a person's inspired mind to create new worlds and share new ideas with their readers? How can one possibly force creativity into a place of discipline? The very idea seems counter-intuitive. Most writers fear if they force their writing, it will become stale and lack a genuine voice.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">
Is it even possible to write with inspiration within the parameters of discipline? I think the question to ask instead should be, how to allow discipline to inspire your writing? Because lets face it, if you don't sit down to put words to paper, you aren't writing, no matter how inspired you may feel. In order to achieve this, the word discipline needs a new tone, a newer meaning. Discipline needs to stop being a method to force yourself into doing that what is difficult. Discipline, for a writer needs to become a method through which a space is formed. A space where you allow yourself to put that which has taken shape in your mind onto paper in a readable manner.<br /> </div>
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Discipline is essential in the writing process. The more I write the more I am convinced of this. Discipline in writing means, identifying your distractions and eliminating things that while important do not need to be that minutes priority. Discipline is protecting your space by carving out time in your schedule to write, no matter what. Discipline is sitting with a blank paper knowing it it will only get filled one word at a time, then taking the risk to write the first word. Discipline is taking the time to edit, rethink, rewrite, throw away and start over. Discipline is getting feedback when the last thing you want to hear is that your writing could be improved. Discipline allows your words to form into something beautiful, from the raw material in your head.<br /><br />Most writers have "real" lives that sadly demand our attention more than our writing does. Discipline for those of us, who have to push hard to find the time to write is essential most of all. Too many things become more important and while I believe that writing is not the total purpose for myself on this planet, I also believe that is essential enough to ensure I have the time to do so.</div>
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I have been honored to help out at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Kpace-Afterschool-Program/177051075665821?fref=ts" style="color: #336699;" target="_self">Kpace Afterschool Learning Program</a> a couple times. I first visited this group during my <strong>book the author </strong>event for approximately 60 eager students grades 2-6. As usual I loved it but there was something different with this group, they were hungry to create something. Noticing the inspiration, Darcy Moss, the amazing director of this program came up with the idea of a creating a writing contest for the children. Rules were established and deadlines were set, I came back a second time to introduce the contest. I even suggested my favorite way of creating a cover for a book. Take an empty cereal box (and yes I did stress the word empty) and cut a seam open. Fold the box back gently and on the inside you have a blank cardboard surface on which to create a cover, spine and back. The children's eyes were on fire with ideas and thoughts, I left that day wondering just how many cereal boxes were about to be destroyed for the greater literary good and prayed they remembered to ask their parents before doing so.<img align="none" height="266" src="https://d2q0qd5iz04n9u.cloudfront.net/_ssl/proxy.php/http/gallery.mailchimp.com/9163df3746/images/winning_book621945.jpg" style="border: 0px; display: inline; float: right; height: 266px; line-height: 14px; outline: none; width: 200px;" width="200" /><br /><div>
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What inspires your writing?<br /><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;">I am so curious about this question. I have been asked it many times but believe I give different answers almost every time according to the writing in reference. So I have challenged myself to seek that which primarily inspires me. </span><strong><span style="font-size: 14px;"> Here is my long complicated answer that in the end I think still circles the question with too many responses.</span></strong><br /> </h3>
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<span style="font-size: 14px;">Inspiration for me,comes from my faith, that I am not alone in this world, that I belong to something bigger than myself, that I am loved.</span></h3>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 14px;">I find inspiration in the beauty of this world and the complex way in which we relate to those around us and make sense of those we have not yet met.</span></strong></h3>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 14px;">People's stories inspire me, we are all so different and yet in the same world, getting to know their perspective inspires me. I love the way people interact with the world.</span></strong></h3>
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<strong><span style="font-size: 14px;">I love elevating the simple things of life to the profound by suggesting meaning in the very action of the mundane.</span></strong></h3>
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<br /><strong><span style="font-size: 14px;">See, I told you there is no quick answer.</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size: 14px;"> I guess in a nutshell </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 14px;">I love the process I go through when I write. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 14px;">Mostly,</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 14px;"> my inspiration comes from the process of writing itself.</span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 14px;"> The process of making clear the foggy in my mind, in finding purpose in things, the clarifying of ideas. I love the energy I get from writing and the satisfaction of clicking save when I am finished. </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size: 14px;"> The struggle to find words, to move sentences and to create images by arranging letters of the alphabet into words, sentences and ideas.</span></strong></h3>
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<span style="font-size: 12px;"> </span><strong><span style="font-size: 14px;">My question to you is this: "Do you know what inspires you?" What sends a surge of creative energy through your body when you take the time to enjoy it or the thought of it? I think it is a vital question to any writer, the task of sitting to write is not enjoyable without inspiration. If you are failing to find your inspiration, stop and take the time to find your it. Your writing will thank you.</span></strong></h3>
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<span style="font-size: 14px;"> I believe to be a writer one must be somewhat egocentric because in the moment of our writing we feel, whether true or not, that we are creating something that no one has ever before put to paper. Writers must believe; the idea coming to life through their pen is a true original, and something that will make people think like they never have before. Writers, myself included, tend towards egocentricity believing we can change the world or at the very least interrupt the readers lives with our very words. But I am questioning this lately. Does my writing need to touch more than myself?</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 14px;"> I would like to claim that I write, not because I am self-important</span><span style="font-size: 14px;"> because there is something within me that needs to take shape so I can better understand it, and if others benefit (should I publish) then that is a bonus. Writing just to sound good, important or unique is not appealing to me. However, either way I look at it, writing for me always begins with a process within myself, and therefore is egocentric and introspective. But just as the process starts,there it can also end. It does it have to end in world change. No, not in the slightest, you know why? Because the change that should be sought after first should be the change that occurs in myself as I edit, revise and clarify my ideas. I should come away from my work somewhat altered. If I am not, how can I expect the readers to be so moved? Egocentricity, in the way that that an idea needs to be ruminated, played with and sought after is important to writing. Once however the process is done, check your ego at the door, no one needs to be moved, touched or altered by your words but you -to believe differently would be to set yourself up for disappointment. So write, clarify and ponder all you can, you will benefit from it, but ensure it is a product you want others to interact with before you put it out for publication. </span></h3>
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<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms, lucida grande, lucida sans unicode, lucida sans, tahoma, sans-serif;"><b>Whenever I get a chance to interact with people as an author, there is one comment, I hear more than most; "I have always wanted to write." It is often told to me in confidence, some sort of secret hidden desire that the world cannot know. The person saying this phrase often has a look about them or says out loud they doubt their ability to write. "I have an idea but it won't be good enough for a book" is the message I repeatedly hear.<br />It seems to me that people have the idea that their story is only worth something if other people think it is. That is simply not true. Your story is always worth something, why, because it is <em>your </em>story. The question you are really asking is, "can you market it and get people to buy it as a book" and to be honest, that is not the reason why you should write. You should write your story because there is power in the telling. There is a greater appreciation to be gained for your own story in finding the words to accurately describe it. One should never write a book just to try to sell it; unless you have a huge established fan club, your book will flop. So what do I tell people when I hear them say "I have always wanted to write" Write! tell your story, fall in love with your story, admire it, appreciate the lessons your own story teaches you. Write! you will be amazed at what is inside!<br />Friends.. write your story- it is good, because it is yours!</b></span><br />
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Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-76269262181965277792012-12-01T21:52:00.000-05:002012-12-01T21:52:16.354-05:00Virtually Alive<br />
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It all started with my daughter asking me to down load an app for my iPhone. She thought it was awesome and wanted to have shared experience with me. What harm could it do I thought? What harm? If only I had my future self with me at the time to kibosh the download and slap me in to reality.Sadly, future self was nowhere to be found and this app was downloaded and my virtual life was born. The app is called Virtual Family. A game where, well, where you have a virtual family, virtual career, and virtual home.<br />
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If I am to enjoy a game I need it to be an escape, a distraction from the real world and this game was not. I had to virtually make the meals, which took an extraordinary length of time. I had to virtually pick up socks. I had to virtually work in my office. I had to virtually deal with infertility problems. I had to virtually discipline my children and the funniest part I had to virtually deal with spam email?<br />
Really? one look at the game and I ought to have said, bye bye you are not for me. Alas, that was not my reality, never did I see the light instead I choose to see my virtual world in the palm of my hand.<br />
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I attended to my virtual life diligently, making sure my virtual children remain alive, ensuring I work hard enough in the virtual world to attain career advancements and still daily pick up virtual socks. Heaven forbid that I do not pick up those socks!! Yep. I have left the realm of sane and jumped right to crazy.<br />
I sit there on my couch, picking up virtual socks, while (and this is what prompted my blog) quite literally there are a pile of unmatched socks at my feet awaiting sorting.<br />
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The real world for those minutes (okay..ashamedly hours) I played rushed by me without notice and continued on without my attention. I was slowly becoming unaware and removed from my real world.<br />
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Now pay attention, because this next bit might just be for me but I had to include it in my blog. I look at my spiritual life. A life I claim as the most important thing about who I am. A life that I put a great deal of effort into, but so often I fear I might be missing out on the real spiritual experiences. I sit with my journal, and write about experiences I want to collect with God and things I want to live for, from the comfort of my couch. I pray for my real friends but not in their presence. I seek truth in God's word but fail to truly implement it in my real living. I seek God with all my heart on my couch but when I arise I often forget that I need to continue to seek. How can I have such an impressive spiritual walk with God on a couch and such a lackluster walk when I get off the couch? Perhaps I am someone virtually living but not fully living spiritually. Am I just virtually alive?<br />
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Okay, wait just a second. I will never diminish the importance of my "couch time" with God. It is those moments that strengthen me, shape me and remind me of who I am. I know that without those moments I would not have survived. I am not at all reducing the importance of those moments, I am simply pointing out that in my life, perhaps I am not really experiencing <b>all </b>God has in store for me because off the couch I focus on me and not Him. Perhaps, I am living somewhat of a " virtual" Christian life defined by the dimensions of my couch and the color of the ink I use to scribe my thoughts in my journal.<br />
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I think here is the problem, I can comfortably control my behavior and others from the couch. I can comfortably involve myself in loving God's people without being in their presence. I am really not interacting with them. Interacting would take a different sort of courage, a braver person who has better risk taking skills.<br />
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Just because I am an introvert does not mean I should choose to live my life in the safety of my controlled world. Why not put the pen down and experience all I am writing about in real time. That would be down right scary. That would require more than I possess. That would most assuredly make me uncomfortable. Here is the reason why I am not more in real life; I cannot control those around me, and sometimes they make me uncomfortable. There I said it, I like control and planning and living in real life does not let me have enough of it. I am aware that often my biggest most fulfilling spiritual moments are during my couch time. God calls to be a light in this world, it is hard to do that from your couch. I want my biggest awareness of God to be doing His work, engaging with His people and shining His light brightly when I can only see darkness. Now that is real living.<br />
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I know from here my next steps will be to be more willing to get out there and experience God through all sorts of people and occasions. I know that and I am determined I want to do this better. I want this not because it will make my life so much more full , although I know it will. I want to do it because I want to glorify God in all of my life not just during my couch time. I want to know and experience God in all aspects of my world and not be merely virtually alive. I want to be alive in the fullest!<br />
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Shine on my friends.. now encourage me to get off my couch and go out and live!<br />
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<br />Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-16979124447913055802012-11-11T17:33:00.002-05:002012-11-11T17:33:42.922-05:00Waiting for the Anvil to Drop.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The last weekend of October found me in South Florida, at a Women of Faith conference with some of the most amazing women in my life, but I was flinching. I was flinching because I was waiting for the figurative cartoon anvil to drop from the sky onto my head. It is an anvil that God has used before to catch my attention and get me thinking differently. It is an anvil that leaves quite a mark on my life. It is an anvil that God has to use often on a stubborn, stuck in her own way of thinking kind of girl like me. I knew there was one with my name on it and I was waiting for it to drop, holding my breath and wondering what it would mean when it did.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Traditionally, well traditionally in cartoons, anvils are suspended in air until the unsuspecting Road Runner, walks under the contraption, after which it is let go by the Coyote and BAM the Coyote has procured his now flattened dinner. Well, in my life, the anvil is not dropped maliciously but rather intentionally. Once I have been hit, my world cannot stay the same. I will be forced to change. With God being the Coyote in this rather crude analogy the anvil then has a good purpose but the anvil drop still hits with a huge BAM in my life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Case in point; The first Women of Faith event for me was at the end of 2009, during which I knew that my husband was entertaining a call to the Bahamas, one that I was NOT in favor of. I went to the conference with hesitation no way did I want to hear from God. I was good the way I was thank you very much, no need to move me. I sat in the conference fighting this thought entirely. BAM. God said Allie, at least start to consider this, <span style="font-style: italic; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;">"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." Jeremiah 29:11</span></span><br />
<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">While I would never have been able verbalize this at the time, it was that weekend, that I began to even contemplate the idea of moving countries, leaving family and friends and giving up my practice. BAM. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">So this year I went, wondering just what I was to hear, what kind of anvil was I going to be hit with, please Lord.. do not let it be that much change again.. please.</span></span></span><br />
<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"> History suggests, okay Allie's history says Anvils come from women's conferences, be aware. Okay I was. But the circumstances that surrounded my group getting there made me very aware that this anvil was going to be big! From Hurricane Sandy causing my Bahamian friends (or the majority of them) to be unable to travel, to the very strange reasons for plane delays from my Canadian friends to a huge transponder in South Florida blowing up next to me when I was in a restaurant waiting for my group, plunging us and the whole of three blocks into massive darkness. I was left only watching and waiting for something big that was about to drop on my head. I could not even guess what it was.</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">So I waited. In the conference I literally was holding my breath when a new speaker took the stage, I thought for sure this was it but the anvil never dropped.</span></span></span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 22px; text-align: center;">It was not until mid way through the second and last day of the conference that I began to realize what was happening. </span><br />
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<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">I realized that the anvil this time was not in the form of a giant cartoon metal object that was going to drastically change my life direction, this time it was in the form of a gentle whisper from God. Reminding me, I was his, telling me of his love for me. Reinforcing in me a faith so deep I cannot find the words to accurately write about it. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">It was a resonating of my heart to His; that was the anvil. Not the pulsating ache of a life to be drastically altered. What joy that was, what peace. I had struggled since the move to Nassau with keeping Joy and there is was, God reminding me I had it. </span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Gentle whispers are harder to hear. The roar of the crowd distracted me. The circumstances that tried to prevent all of us from being there distracted me and made me look for a giant message waiting to plummet downwards towards me at impossible speeds. But this anvil, was found in God's quite but powerful whisper. It was one that was only noticed when I found stillness midst the roaring crowd of the conference. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;">Life</span></span><span style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 22px;"> lesson? even people like me who tend to take on life at breakneck speed need to stop and listen for the quiet whisper from the One who has your life in His hands. It is in those moments when you hear His whisper that your soul will resonate with His and you will know that you are loved. Stop looking for huge anvil messages, the most power ones are often waiting for you in the quite moments of life.</span></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> I once had a shirt that said "I'm kind of a big deal" written on the front. I wish I still had it because for once wearing it would not feel like a stretch. This past month I have been doing my "Book the Author" event at schools around Nassau. Let me tell you, these readings have been a sincere highlight for me and the way the children have responded to me have indeed made me feel like I was kind of a big deal! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Don't worry, I am not tooting my horn in this blog. Trust me, I still have to drive my own dented car, return home to cook dinner and my clothes are only washed when I meet them in the laundry room with soap in hand. So no need to bring me back to reality, I am well versed in the everyday life. But for a few moments at a time when I am reading to the students I do feel like a bit of a rock star! But more than that, I love it because I am doing something I was created to do and I sincerely do not want to take the credit for what God has done in my life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The children when they approached me after the reading often want to meet me and speak with me, remember the only competition I have in that moment is for them to return to math class so yeah, I am the runaway favorite. Instead of standing there telling all about how awesome I am, because in the moment I think they would believe anything I say, I purposely try to turn the tables on them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> I will often encourage them to write their own story, take risks with things they want to see done in their lives and mostly remind them that their story counts. In the end I hope they go away not just meeting an author but feeling encouraged and inspired to write their own story because everyone has a story to tell, everyone. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There is one particular moment that took place after I was finished a reading that I want to relate to you, not just because it was perhaps one of the sweetest moments but I think there is a grander tale to learn from all of this. I had just finished reading to a group of near 300 students when I notice a beautiful boy in grade 2 waiting just to my side until the crowds had thinned. I turned to him and crouched down. I shook his hand and asked him his name. He told me and then drew closer to me and said, in a bold but quiet voice," would you like to see my illustrations?" He looked down, hoping but not counting on a positive answer from me. "Of course" I said, " I would love to!" You cannot imagine his smile.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> I stood back up and asked him to show me, when I was promptly grabbed and turned to the opposite direction by another waiting student who assumed that my rising was the sign that I was done this conversation and began asking me about 5 questions at once. It was during this time I lost sight of my budding illustrator. 10 minutes passed and I assumed he had been whisked away with his class and I had lost my chance to speak with him again. I started to pack up my materials and thanked the librarian for such a great opportunity when she pointed me to the door where my little illustrator was waiting. Not just waiting, but patiently waiting and holding the door open for me to follow him. He must have been there the full 10 minutes since we spoke. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I approached him and said I was glad to still see him as I thought I had lost him. "No", he replied "I was just waiting for you to come and see my drawings, they are in the classroom." I asked him to show the way. I felt like Alice in Wonderland trying to follow the excited rabbit, down the corridors he went and around corners, I often lost sight of him only to turn the corner and see him waiting for me.We finally arrived at the classroom, where he went straight to his desk to get his drawings. He handed them carefully to me for inspection. I could feel his eyes boring a hole through mine as he studied me studying his illustrations. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"You did these all by yourself?" I asked. He grinned and proudly told me yes. "They are excellent" I said, "just excellent". We talked about how he came up with the ideas, and what others he had drawn that currently were not available to show (meaning they were at his house). When we finished I asked him again how old he was, he replied 8. I told him then when he is done college in about 13 years he needs to look me up so we can do a book together, I will write it and he will illustrate it. It was a special moment. This young boy felt so appreciated, so worthy of attention, so important, in the end he felt like he was kind of a big deal. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Let me bring this long example to a bigger meaning. We were all born with a purpose, all of us. All of us have a story, have something to show that is uniquely ours, it is a gift that we have been given to use for a greater purpose. Let others see them, let yourself see them but most of all let the One who gave you your gifts and talents see you shine a light in this world through them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The little boy, my budding illustrator is figuring out he shines greatly, not just through his ability to draw but through his willingness to show himself truly. Did you notice he waited to be able to show me, that took a lot of patience for an 8 year old. But he knew it was important to bring his drawings and his new friend Allie together so he waited. We as adults do not wait very well, even more noticeably we do not wait well when we are feeling vulnerable. So instead of waiting to shine, we deny we can and move away so to avoid disappointment should others not approve. This boy, waited despite protests from his friends that he was needed on the playground, despite teachers asking him what he was doing, he waited because he knew his gift needed to be seen, that there was a part of him that could shine and he was determined. It was this determination that made the moment even more special, more rock star like, and because of it this boy shone greatly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"> Don't ever deny that you were created to shine. You are not just kind of a big deal, you <b>are </b>a big deal whether you know it or not. Never stop looking for that purpose and never stop shining God's light into this world through the gifts he has given you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Allie</span>Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-65057527787630478132012-09-19T07:00:00.000-04:002012-09-19T09:38:44.739-04:00A First Reading and Perhaps a First Telling.<div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I cannot put into words, which is strange for me, how amazing was this first reading of my book. So instead </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I will give you a few highlights. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">First, the children, were amazing. They were so well behaved and intent on taking in all that was talked about and considering it was three classes worth of year 4 students that is a great feat!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Secondly, they loved the story. I loved seeing their faces and hearing their little giggles at some of the illustrations and wording of the book. I think it was a hit!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Thirdly, I think the lesson of my book was understood. We discussed what it was like to be worried and that it is a normal thing to experience. My goal was to normalize that we will all experience worry at some point in our life but that the trick was to keep it to the proper size and not let it take over.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lastly, and this is my favourite part, these children asked some amazing questions and made amazing comments. These questions were varied and all interesting</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> but I wanted to share the one common statement that came up time and time again. I will call it, </span><i style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the telling</i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Once the event was over, as it had taken place in the library they children went about their business to find a book to check out for the week. I found my self surrounded by eager children that wanted to speak to me. More than a few times, the child I was speaking with asked me if it was okay to tell me their worry. "Can I tell you my worry?" they would speak in hushed tones. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I was honoured that they felt comfortable enough to tell me one of their worries.</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They disclosed worries about tests, </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">athletic</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">endeavors, friendship concerns</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> and ill </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">relatives</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">. </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> By their telling, they brought me into their world even if only for 10 seconds, to share the load of their worry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">What did I take away from this? We need to tell more, we need to not let ideas about what the world will think of us, stop us from admitting we have concerns or worries. By telling, we admit we do not have all the answers. By telling we share the load of our world with someone who is ready to listen and care. I was reminded today by a wonderful group of year 4 students that telling to someone who cares is an vital part of how to live life successfully.</span><br />
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Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-70484445155938067012012-09-11T09:25:00.000-04:002012-09-11T09:25:02.923-04:00Now!! I have a devotional reading book entitled <u>Jesus Calling</u>; written by Sarah Young. I find it quite unbelievable that almost every time I read it I feel like it was written just for me, the very theme I find myself struggling with is usually the very theme upon which Sarah Young is commenting. Today was no different, with a list of all the things I needed to do on my "day off" today quite literally by my side but still buzzing in my head I sat down to spend a few moments reading, praying and thinking. Sarah Young's words jumped at me and like a cartoon anvil awaiting the cartoon cat which never misses it's target these words hit hard. "Fantasizing about future happiness will never bring fulfillment, because fantasy is unreality." "Bring your moments to ME, and I will fill them with vibrant Joy. Now is the time to rejoice in My presence!"<br />
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I was caught, list in hand, thinking fulfillment would happen once I was able to cross off all my things to do. I was challenged to stop and remember God's presence in the NOW and stop fantasizing about the future where things were done. Really if this is my fantasy I think I need to get out more! But seriously most of us will spend the majority of our day in contemplation of things completed and dreaming of future happiness when things seem more manageable.<br />
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With journal in hand I began my prayer as I sough God's guidance as to how to best learn to live in the now. Below is my journal entry if it of use to you make it your prayer, if not make your own.<br />
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Let me give my moments to you, let me rejoice in the Now. No matter what Now is, let me rejoice in the now because you are with me. Let me not miss out on awesome moments with you because I am looking too far ahead or insist on keeping my eyes focused on the past. You are everywhere but the only place I can experience you fully is in the now. NOW. I know you are both behind me and before me in time but my limited human brain can only let me experience you now.<br />
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It is the now that fuels the future, seeing, experiencing your fullness now gives me hope, gives me strength for what.. not tomorrow but for the now. Strength provided for the now, for what you want me to do Now.<br />
You do not expect me to use my gifts of now tomorrow, you expect me to use it now. You will provide tomorrow's grace when I need it, tomorrow. Let me try not to store up, hide away or hoard the gift of now. Let me live fully in it. Let me live freely in it and when tomorrow comes and my next now is given, let me rejoice again. You are and will always be to the very end of the ages with me. Now, let me go out knowing the gift of Now is the very presence of my King.<br />
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<br />Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-33559719026256211032012-08-11T22:00:00.000-04:002012-08-11T22:00:32.315-04:00Ham and Cheese family!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Upon </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">deciding we needed a family night, we, the </span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">MacPhail family</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"> headed out to the movies and then to a relatively unimpressive </span><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">restaurant, just to be with one another in an uninterrupted way. We had a blast laughing through out Ice Age 4. The only argument was when we accused each other of hogging the popcorn, but we pushed through and shared appropriately. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There was a a beautiful song during the end credits entitled We Are. I have included the lyrics below, which I think quite describes us. One of the characters new to this sequel was Syd's antiquated sloth grandmother who is somewhat senile and often nonsensical. During the closing song all the characters take a turn singing the line "we are family", when grandma comes on screen she messes up the line and sings, "we are ham and cheese". The line gets quite a laugh from those who remain to watch the end credits. Although she is corrected, she keeps singing ham and cheese instead of family. At then end, she harmonizes just fine with all the others who are singing the correct line. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ice Age, from its beginning speaks to what family can be like. A bunch of misfits who find a place to belong and call their own. Even in Ice Age 4, after 3 movies of solidifying the original misfit family, Syd, Manny and Diego continue to include those who are really not allowed by societies rules to fit into what is considered normal. Ice Age has created what I am now calling the ham and cheese families of the world. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">This message of finding your place speaks volumes to me. In a world where I often feel inadequate, too small, and ill-equipped to belong I find my own ham and cheese family right there beside me supporting and loving me as I am. Amazing isn't it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have to tell you, my ham and cheese family does not stop with the three MacPhails. I am part of a much larger inadequate, inadequate and imperfect family, God's. God did not call us into his family because we are typical or ordinary, he calls us into his family because he wants us how He created us; imperfect and ill-equipped, He gives us what is needed to shine for Him, we need not even try to bring that ourselves. We, God's family, are the perfect ham and cheese family, we might look different, and we might act different, but we have found a place to belong and friends, there is nothing..nothing greater than knowing where you belong. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">We are By Keke Palmer</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We are, we are</span></div>
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Not your ordinary fami-mily</div>
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But we can all agree that</div>
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We are, we are</div>
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Close as close can be</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So it don’t matter what it looks like</span></div>
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We look perfect to me</div>
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We got every kind of lover</div>
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We’re so lucky indeed</div>
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They can keep on talking</div>
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It don’t matter to me cause</div>
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We are, we are family</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We are are are are (We are are)</span></div>
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We are are are are (We are are)</div>
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We are are are are (We are are)</div>
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We are, we are family, family, family</div>
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We are, we are family</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So what?</span></div>
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We don’t look, we don’t act</div>
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We don’t walk, we don’t talk</div>
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Like you do</div>
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So what?</div>
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If we hang just a hang and no shame</div>
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We both do what we want to</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cause we come from everywhere</span></div>
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Searching for ones to care</div>
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Somehow we found it here</div>
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We found us a home</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We are, we are</span></div>
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Not your ordinary fami-mily</div>
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But we can all agree that</div>
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We are, we are</div>
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Close as close can be</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So it don’t matter what it looks like</span></div>
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We look perfect to me</div>
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We got every kind of lover</div>
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We’re so lucky indeed</div>
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They can keep on talking</div>
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It don’t matter to me cause</div>
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We are, we are family</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ok, so the links in our chains makes us strange</span></div>
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But really they make us stronger</div>
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And no one would replace not a thing</div>
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Mother or father</div>
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Cause we…</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cause we come from everywhere</span></div>
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Searching for ones to care</div>
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Somehow we found it here</div>
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We found us a home</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We are, we are</span></div>
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Not your ordinary fami-mily</div>
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But we can all agree that</div>
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We are, we are</div>
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Close as close can be</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So it don’t matter what it looks like</span></div>
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We look perfect to me</div>
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We got every kind of lover</div>
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We’re so lucky indeed</div>
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They can keep on talking</div>
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It don’t matter to me cause</div>
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We are, we are family</div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">(Family)</span></div>
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We are, we are family</div>
</span><br />Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-51939941064458251052012-08-04T10:09:00.002-04:002012-08-04T11:45:52.392-04:00I wrote a book!<h2>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Very rarely will I shout out my accomplishments; but in a blog it is not so much a shout but more of a sentence with emphasis. My absence on the blog has been felt dearly in my heart these past few months. The time usually spent on my weekly blog was ousted by the push to finalize my first book and get it into print. I do not regret the time spent on this push but I did dearly miss my blogging. Today, I happily introduce my new book and just as joyfully reconnect with my blog.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I wrote this book about 4 years ago, I wrote it all in one sitting during one night at my cottage in Arden Ontario when, you guessed it I could not sleep. Often when <a href="http://www.alliemacphail.com/#turtlebackpublishing">I Can't Sleep</a> I will get up and journal, read scripture and pray. When I Can't Sleep it is usually due to the current anxieties of my day, real or otherwise, beginning to take over and filling my mind with thoughts and images that are far bigger than they really need to be.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">The night I wrote this book my anxieties were really not that different than other time, it was a typical sleepless night.What was atypical was that after my time of journalling and praying I realized how out of control my anxieties had gotten. To quote many including my mother my brain had "created a mountain out of a mole hill" growing my restlessness into anxiety. Examining the Allie made mountain that night exposed the unnatural growth of my anxieties and brought them back to manageable size. The phrase "I Can't Sleep" repeated in my head as I made of list of my worries. The line; I can' t sleep because (fill in the blank) monopolized the pages of my journal, some of them actually were quite humorous due to the exaggerated size of them. I started laughing at my mind's ability to make my reality so absurd. As I laughed at myself, the idea for this book hit. I stayed up longer than I needed to to write it, but as dawn drew near I had in my hands the first draft of I Can't Sleep. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I loved the story from the start but as I worked with the amazing illustrator Jace McKinney and watched it visually take shape, I grew to love it even more. The little boy in the story is not just for kids, he represents all of us at one time or another as we let our worries take up larger room in our head than they need to. I hope you enjoy this book and I would love feedback when you have time.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><u>Canadian and US customers</u>: can visit <a href="http://www.alliemacphail.com/#turtlebackpublishing">www.alliemacphail.com/#turtlebackpublishing</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><u>Nassau residents: </u>You can contact me at <a href="mailto:turtlebackpublishing@live.com">turtlebackpublishing@live.com</a> for a signed or personalized copy. Also, you can visit the following stores in Nassau who are currently carrying the book, more stores will be added shortly!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Follow the creative mind of a fourth grade boy as he struggles to fall asleep. Friends and family have given him advice but it does not work. What ever will he do? How will he ever sleep with all of these worries? Will he ever get out of the fourth grade? Never fear! Mom and Dad hear their son’s struggle and come to save the night with an ingenious plan that helps their son find a sense of confidence as he learns to better handle his worries and troubles.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Included in this book is a letter to parents from the author, Allie MacPhail. As a Marriage and Family Therapist, Allie recognizes that our worries can sometimes get the better of us causing, among other things, sleepless nights. Creatively written, and beautifully illustrated, this entertaining book demonstrates one method parents can use to help their children have a good night sleep.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have been planning this surprise, with help, for easily 6 months now. I still cannot believe I have kept it in so well. I have told a chosen few. Some of whom are assisting with the plan some of whom are friends who keep my secret well hidden for me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This surprise is really for someone else, sure I will enjoy it too, okay I will enjoy it a lot, but it truly began for someone else's enjoyment! For months I have pictured this person at the big reveal, the moment that they are aware that they were the focus of a 6 month long planning period. I have pictured their face, their words their smile.. Yes it will be great, I am so excited to see this happen. It was anticipating their response that made me keep this a secret. It would not be as perfect if they new ahead of time, it would not be the right time in their life, nor would it be as enjoyed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">God does these kinds of things too. He has plans for us. Plans that have been in place since before we were born. So often I have begged with Him to let me in on the plan, pleaded my case that it would be better for me to know ahead of time. Whatever the situation was, big or small, God knew when to reveal it to me. It was always perfect. As I look back and laugh at the impatience I had (and still have) I wonder when I will learn. I need to remember that God has a plan, one that is perfectly timed, lovingly crafted and will be undoubtedly impeccably executed. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As I reflect on my surprise for this person I cannot help but wonder all the things God has in store for me. I wonder if He eagerly anticipates my future reactions with as much anticipation as I have for my big reveal. In all things I need to remember, He has me. He has always had me in his plans. I trust that whatever they are and whenever they are revealed I can and will see all the reasoning behind the timing of the plans being revealed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Shine on my friends and waiting trust.. God has you in mind!</span>Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-19535296506737277172012-05-08T21:53:00.000-04:002012-05-08T21:53:20.758-04:00Even new traditions can be revisedNew tradition, a phrase without much logic. How can something be a tradition if it is new? Not sure but that is what I am choosing to use to describe what Anya and I have begun. A new tradition has taken shape<br />
in the life of my daughter and I. Whenever she feels like things at school are a bit much or a tad confusing Anya requests a squishy time with me. It is a time, just for the two of us, right before bed when the world gets set aside and we can just talk. It is not very frequent but when it happens it is so beautiful. I let Anya be the director of our squishy time, when it happens and what we talk about. My heart overflows with joy as we sit in her dimmed room and I am privileged to hear the beautiful heart of an almost 10 year talk about her worries, thoughts and philosophies of life.<br />
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The time is called squishy time because we each hold a squishy toy, like the ones I have in my office when I work with my clients. Holding these in our hands is a symbol that we can talk about whatever we want and have a really good chance at being heard. It means any frustrations between each other during the day, for example this evening when I asked three times before she put something away, or when I was a little on edge with her, is forgotten. Squishy time, means you will be heard, you will be loved for whatever you can bring. It is a beautiful new tradition in our lives.<br />
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Tonight, Anya and I had a squishy time. I on the bean bag, she on her bed. The lights were dimmed and we settled in to our comfy talk positions. Anya started the conversation when we were suddenly interrupted. Snickers, our amazingly "special" potcake entered the room. We had forgotten to shut the door. I snapped my fingers and pointed out, this was a time for Anya and I, we needed no distractions during our squishy time. Snickers backed slowly out of the room and took off down the hall. I did not feel very badly but I did feel some guilt. Snickers has special attention needs and they were not being met all because I did not want anything to interrupt our new squishy time tradition.<br />
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Anya and I got into the heart of the matter and I was about to speak when something caught my eye. Snickers had returned. Normally Snickers barges in and jumps on whoever is available to cuddle, this time Snickers remained at the door waiting for an invitation to come in. As I looked further, both Anya and I melted at the same time. Snickers had brought her chew toy to the door and when we made eye contact she dropped the toy at the opening of the door, tilted her head and looked longingly at the the two of us. This might sound crazy but it was like she was saying, can I have some squishy time too, I brought the mandatory toy! Anya and I paused to admire the scene that was out of any Hollywood movie, our conversation not broken, just on hold . Anya invited Snickers in and as she did Snickers bent down, picked up her toy and trotted to Anya's bed to take her spot in the cue for sharing your heart.<br />
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It was a quick but a very sweet and memorable moment. Usually nothing interrupts Anya and I during our squishy talk but tonight even with our tradition being a new one we decided to revise the rules to meet the need of our very sweet and needy potcake.<br />
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I would like to take this moment to tell you that I am still sane and that Snickers did not go in to a lengthy diatribe on the perils of being at home all day with out a human, but Snickers did watch Anya and I intently as we connected deeply on the issue that both of us were undeniably human. Snickers, like Anya, like myself, like you; sought connection. We revised the rules to our new tradition of squishy time to accommodate the needs of another. It was different but it still worked.<br />
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Here is today's take home. Rethink your traditions, whether they are old or new, rethink them to make sure they are still meeting the needs for which they were created. Perhaps, there is a need for a revision to the practice of these traditions to let others find benefit. Don't get stuck in ways that have always been, you never know what they can become if you let them.<br />
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Shine on my friends and my your traditions feel ever new!Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-83594553451315338022012-04-09T08:45:00.000-04:002012-04-09T08:46:48.035-04:00Paint: A fresh coat of lies.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anya, my daughter has been wanting to have her room updated for a long time now. We moved into a furnished house when we moved to Nassau and we are grateful for that, however as we ourselves did not pick out the furnishings it lacks, how you say, a MacPhail touch. So since my parents were in town for two weeks and Anya was off school. We decided this weekend was the time to begin the transformation of Anya's room, into something she could call her own. We decided to proceed with the biggest decor impact on the room and paint.<br />
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I love painting, I mean I really love painting. It feels so fresh and clean like a new start for a room. The idea and the process of painting is somewhat transformative. Bringing something new and exciting to something old,worn and tired. I am not sure why I have waited until now, almost two years into our life here in Nassau to paint, whatever the reason for my delay, my excitement was palpable. Excited to hold a paint brush for the first time in at least 3 years, we got started.<br />
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Anya's room is fairly small, with two large windows and a large closet, making painting very quick work. Anya, my dad and I finished the room in just over an hour. With the first coat applied, we stood back and admired. The colour was beautiful, and the room even without decorative touches and furniture was showing a bold new personality. But. time forces even the most impatient person, me, to wait. Nothing could be done until the first coat was dry. Determining that the next coat, if needed was to be put on the wall the next day, I closed the door of Anya's room and left the drying process alone. Every few hours I would peek in, and admire. My fresh paint bliss however did not last long. Every time I went in to inspect and admire the room, I would notice a new imperfection. I choose not to be discouraged and determined that a second coat would fix all the things wrong with the walls.<br />
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The second coat of paint was applied, and the imperfections noted the day before were covered. The room looked amazing! Again, the drying period was imposed and we waited, busily planning how to arrange furniture and items belonging in Anya's room. Later I went back in for the final inspection, standing back the room looked amazing! The colour was perfect and Anya was thrilled. Excellent job I said to everyone, we all nodded and went to work moving furniture. As I moved closer to the walls my eyes would catch the occasional imperfection. Choosing not to dwell on it, as I had no more paint anyway, I tried to put the lack of perfection out of my mind. but just as I was able to do so with one wall, the next wall would expose yet another mark of imperfection to me. I begin to get a irritated, how could a room go from perfect to less than just but getting a closer look? Determined to not let this bother me too much I began to see if I could place furniture in front of the offensive marks as a way to hide it. Most I could, some I could not.I then started planning how to hang pictures in such a way as to disguise my flawed walls.<br />
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Now it is the day after and while there is still some work left to do, Anya's room is almost done. I have had some time to think about my frustrations with the walls. It was not the painting, necessarily that was flawed it was the walls. The walls themselves had damage unseen to us before we painted. Painting just exposed it to the naked eye. Paint will only cover things, it cannot repair things. A fresh coat of paint, has no restorative qualities it merely masks things it is put on. In one sense, painting lies.It tells us that an outside of something once changed, changes everything. that is simply not true. In order to truly change something we need the inside, the basic make up, the very foundation of something to be change. Then and only then can a lasting true change can be effected.<br />
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I confess, and I know I am not alone, that when I need a change, when I try to hide my imperfections from myself and from others, it is the outside I try to change first. I change my style, my diet, my exercise routine or other habits in my life. All of these might be a good thing, but if I were to be completely honest, they do nothing but mask my inner imperfections, my deep insecurities and my longing to be more than I am. Paint lies, diet lies, clothing lies. <br />
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I am so thankful that God, the God who created me and has a purpose for me, already knows of my imperfections. I am so thankful that no matter how hard I try to deny or hide my flaws, God loves me with them and that if he desires them changed in my life, He has the power to change my very foundation. God alone is the transformative agent in my life, not my clothes, not my habits not my diet.<br />
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I will continue to paint, I love it. But I will be more patient and forgiving with the outcome. I will continue to exercise, eat right (most times) and aim for better ways to be in this world, but I will not depend upon those externals to change me, I will seek God and God alone to make the foundation of who I am what He desires.<br />
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So friends, paint on but do not expect your paint to shine on for ever. Let your very heart, your very being , the way God made you to be, let that part of you be your brilliant shine!Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-37945085472384931972012-03-27T13:54:00.000-04:002012-03-27T13:55:29.123-04:00ObliviousBruno, one of our dogs has been written about in detail already, so he most likely needs no introduction to you. However, he might need an explanation. Bruno is our outside dog. He is not allowed to come inside our home as he is a very efficient hunter of lizards, frogs, birds and cats. Yes, cats. He almost did in our beautiful black cat Sylvester when she escaped outside, after which we labelled him as our outside dog and never again tried to bring him in. His instincts for survival were taught by 7 or so years on the hard Bahamian streets. These instincts will never leave him, he is a hunter. Bruno loves being our yard dog, he protects us and loves us back like no dog I have ever met. Bruno, in a word, with the exception of his taste for living creatures, rocks!<br />
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A few weeks ago I was sitting out at dusk with him enjoying the beautiful Bahamian evening. He would sit by me and nudge into my leg asking for more and more affection. Bruno saw I was not going anyway so decided to take a break from me to get a drink. He nosily slurped away and was drinking such a long time I looked over. It was then that I saw it, a frog in his second bowl of water. Bruno had no clue the frog was there, instead he just slurped away at this first bowl, enjoying the fresh water. The frog on the other hand knew Bruno was there and had flattened himself against the bottom of the dish then later onto the side of the dish, praying (I think frogs can pray) that Bruno did not see him.<br />
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Bruno was oblivious, not even once did this frog shape catch his attention, which is strange because like I mentioned earlier, Bruno is a hunter and protector, nothing gets by him, usually.<br />
I nervously laughed out loud, as I knew that frog had no chance if Bruno spotted him. So I stood up and went next to Bruno. I went slowly to not startle the frog to its most certain demise should it decide to hop. From my vantage point I was able to gain these pictures and still Bruno remained oblivious to what would have been a fabulous night time snack for him.<br />
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What made me laugh with Bruno was that this: there stood a trained and expert hunter, drinking without any notion that his next meal was right beside him. He really should have seen this opportunity. I could almost guarantee, had he still been on the streets of Nassau and that close to a frog he would not have missed out.<br />
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I am sure we have all at one time or another been oblivious to something amazing. Perhaps someone told you after the fact that you missed something. Perhaps you realized your oblivion on your own, but just too late to do anything about it. We as humans are highly in tune to finding opportunities with which to satisfy our wants and needs. Whether your next meal, a great conversation with a friend or that beautiful walk on a beach, we are often in the process of looking for that next bit of satisfaction. But guess what, most of us walk around oblivious of what God offers us. So while we are desperately seeking contentment in our lives we often overlook or fail to even realize that the greatest means to met our human desire for joy is just waiting for us to take it.<br />
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Perhaps we are duller than we ought to be. Perhaps attempting to satisfy our joy needs with temporary remedies have deadened our instincts to pick the one that will eternally satisfy. I really cannot say why we overlook God's gifts, I just know that we do. Well let me speak for myself, I know I do, and all too often.<br />
So for me, this lesson should remind me to drink deeply but at the right source.<br />
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Sine on my friends!<br />
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p.s the frog lives!! he was gently poured out on to the grass away from Bruno. I believe that he is actually the same frog that now lives next to the propane tank of the BBQ. Apparently he is both stealth like and fire retardant!Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-67663130620739579682012-02-20T17:56:00.002-05:002012-02-20T17:56:41.508-05:00When a stick is just a stick<br />
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Yoshi, our newest potcake loves sticks. He is the only one of our dogs that actually like sticks. He will seek them out, he will run around with them and he will put them in a "secret" hiding spot to stock pile for what seems like an apparently nearing Apocalypse.<br />
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I was admiring Yoshi for his simplicity in life. He was quite mellow this afternoon until he found his stick, then the playful puppy broke loose and Yoshi was galloping around the yard. If I translated his muttering correctly, he was saying "look what I can do, I got a stick and I can run and I can jump with my stick!" He actually looked braver and was far more bold than when we was a stick-less dog. With his stick, Yoshi looked invincible, running closer to the fence where the very large and intimidating neighbor dogs were lazing in the sun. Normally he waits for Bruno and Snickers to flank him during the evening meet and greet but not today, Yoshi and his stick were flying solo and feeling cool.<br />
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While carrying his stick he also took a spin around the huge tree in our yard, again he does this but far more cautiously when he is stick-less, but give him a stick and he can do anything.. or so he thinks.<br />
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At the right comedic moment, when Yoshi was rounding the great tree, a bird flew up from the twigs near the bottom of the tree. Yoshi startled so greatly he dropped his stick and sprinted back to my side. Again if my translation skills were at their best I am fairly sure he dropped a few unmentionable words out of fear and humbly leaned in for a cuddle. As he looked up to me with his big eyes even bigger with adrenaline, "Sometimes" I said to Yoshi, "a stick is just a stick. It does not make you braver, or cooler or tougher. You are just a dog carrying a stick. Yoshi, you are brave and cool without that stick, now go and see to that bird problem of ours." He blinked twice indicating he appreciated the love but leaned even harder into me looking for safety.<br />
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Yoshi was not going anywhere near that bird. Now I would have laughed if the bird had been building a nest and in its mouth was actually a stick, now that would have been funny, but I refuse to create scenarios just for entertainment and the bird was just a bird, popping up from looking for bugs.<br />
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We kind of do the same things too. We get stuff, accomplish things and achieve lofty goals and when we do we often feel braver, more cool and run around with more bravado than we normally do. This is a good thing, most of the time. Be proud of what happens in your life you most likely worked hard for it but sometimes you got to let your stick just be a stick. Yoshi looked as though his stick was a fierce weapon, a sword of courage when really it was just a stick and proved to be useless against those terrifying ground doves in our yard. Do not take refuge in your sticks, stuff or accomplishments, most often they will not be helpful against what you face. Look to the One who gives you strength and who allowed you to find your sticks. He is the one where you can find refuge from scary velociraptor sized ground doves.<br />
Shine on my friends<br />
<br />Allie MacPhailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09276088683432055475noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-297042413724815836.post-25013222484931151042012-02-05T07:22:00.001-05:002012-02-05T07:22:26.373-05:00Vote for Bruno!! He is helping raise money for Baark!!!<div style="background-color: #eaeaea; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; width: 175px;">
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Bruno is so grateful for the life he has found but is worried about all the other unwanted, hungry and abused animals here in The Bahamas. So Bruno-the amazing, is trying to raise money for Baark! Baark! stands for the Bahamas Alliance for Animal Rights and Kindness.
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