Monday, June 26, 2017

Summmmer


















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Love them.


Three things I'm thankful for:

1. Being able to blog from the deck. At night. In my pajama shorts. While listening to the wind in the trees.

2. Sharing the cabin with Clint who is working from the dining room table, listening to him sneeze.

3. The smell of peaches.


Shalom,
xo

Here. And there.

I'm here.
At the lake.
Enjoying an extra long weekend.

It's hot.
(Like really, hot.)
(34 degrees today)

I was born for this.
I wait all year for this season.

Unexpectedly. all 5 kids joined me. Some staying one night, others two, and Clint's staying for three.
(I'm here for four.) (Told you it was an extra long weekend.)

These are my favorite people and we're all together at my happy place, but I started a book a week ago, and while my body is here, my head is in Ravensbruk, Germany - the Nazi's concentration camp for women during the second world war.



Oh. My. Goodness.
Our capacity for evil knows no bounds.

This is a novel based on the real lives of 3 women during WW2. Caroline is a socialite in New York who spends her days volunteering at the French Consulate. Kasia is a Polish teenager who ends up at Ravensbruk with her mom and sister. And Herta is a young female doctor who lives in Germany, desperate for a job.

HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY?
To get to live this life?
To live in Canada?

I hope I'm not wasting it.

(So often when I read books like this, there's a point when the suffering woman says, "You mean the world knew what was going on? Why didn't anyone help us?" and it always haunts me.)



While my kids gathered logs, and chopped them into firewood, I tidied, did laundry, baked biscuits and brownies and read.































































































































































































Once all the free wood was transported from the neighbour's place to ours, Clint went and bought some axes.

In some cultures, retrieving the sword from the stone means something. Here in the backwoods of Canada, it's Whoever Gets The Axe Out of The Log is King of Cultus.



















































































































































Collectively, they thought hammering it in deeper was the logical solution:










































































































Two.
Two axes are better than one.

Let's sink another one...





























In for a penny, in for a pound...





























Hours later, (after using a third axe), they surprised themselves (and probably everyone reading this) and got the axes out, were successful in splitting the wood, and managed to make a campfire with less than a gallon of gasoline.





























Summer.

It's just the best, isn't it.


Three things I'm thankful for:


1. Books that make you think.
2. Boys that sometimes don't think.
3. And the girls who love them.


Happy summer, friends,
xo






Monday, June 19, 2017

Looking for ideas...

Have you wondered lately how God could use you in the life of the homeless, the hope-less or the hurting?

Have you lived a mostly blessed life and sometimes feel overwhelmed at how much poverty and pain there is in other parts of the world?

Are you open to helping someone who desperately needs kind people to step in and come alongside?


I have a good friend who teaches at a local school in a low-income area. She sent me a message over the weekend:

There's a girl at my school who has been in a really bad, abusive situation (she has been removed from her home now, but it isn't ideal) and we're looking to fundraise to see if we can try to help get her mom here from Nigeria and possibly set up some type of living space. We're hoping that maybe some churches could donate any little bit from their benevolence funds and help them out. Our goal is to raise about $5000. We're also doing some fundraising at our school to help her (but calling it something else to protect her privacy), but our community isn't affluent, so we don't think we will be able to raise very much.

Do you happen to know of any churches or people who go to churches that I could get in touch with that may be able to help out?



If you're reading this, and your heart is hurting for a little girl who needs her mom badly, let me know if you can help. (ojane@shaw.ca)

If you go to a church in the Fraser Valley that has a ministry that could help this family, let me know, and I'll pass along the information.

If you have experience with this sort of fundraising/care-giving, please forward some ideas. What can we do to make a difference?

Please share this blog post.


Dear God,

Thank you that *Sarah's situation has been made known to us. Thank you for her teachers who noticed and cared. Thank you for the opportunity to extend love and gifts on someone who desperately needs friends who care.

Please protect her in her current living situation. Surround her with Your angels. Let no evil thing touch her. God? Keep her safe.

Please protect her mom in Nigeria. If it's Your will, I pray You will arrange for her to be re-united with her girl. So. Many. Details. Good thing You're a God of Details. And miracles.

Show us how to proceed.

I know that You are already on it, doing far more than we could imagine or ask for. Thank you.

Amen.


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* not her real name. Obvs.


Sunday, June 18, 2017

Dad? You Would've Loved This

Today is Father's Day.
I'm at the lake, puttering and pondering.
Dad would have been thrilled to see his grandsons here, working.

Clint was filming some 30 second promotional videos at the cabin. I popped in for a few hours on Saturday to bring supper, four people over 50, and do some clean up while he filmed a 'patio BBQ dinner party' scene:

Clint and his team moving props in place































































Clint and Adam, smiling. 



























Cameraman and director





































Waiting for their call to come on set




























Dani giving Claire a last minute braid



































































































The series of promo videos are supposed to capture a Canadian summer. Haha. Nothing but cloudy days since he got the contract...







































Mark, John and Steve. The 'old guys'.... :)














































































































Adele and Sarah







































The Patio BBQ Party. Thanks, girlfriend (Heather) for your enthusiasm and brilliance in front of the camera.


























Adam







































Andreas








































And, 'action'.




































































Lita and Adele







































Snackers, inside. Filmers outside. 






























































































Close up shots


































































Director, directing.


























Another photog in the family?
















































































Campfire shots.



























































































































































I loved the way Clint included his brothers and Danica in this project; thankful for the way they support each other.

I'm grateful for this place and the memories it holds, so that when it came to scouting out a location for 'fun traditional family summer activities', his first thought was to do the filming here.

Thanks, dad and mom, for your dreams for our family and your investment in a place where your kids and grandkids could gather,laugh, eat, play, and unwind.


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Three things I'm thankful for:

1. Talented people. From camera operators, to directors, to food handlers, to editors, to script writers, to actors, to people who smile, to people who cook and people who clean.

2.  Friends who are game to help out my boy with very little notice. Thank you, Mark, Heather, John and Steve. You all are rock stars.

3. Thankful for people who randomly send me text messages that make me cry. Oh my goodness. I have a whack of affirming and encouraging people in my life.

Shalom,
xo