I love Blackstump.

Every year I come back into the world and I am reminded just how immersed I am at Blackstump by goodness.

I love the pottery nature of Blackstump. You potter about and bump into different people you know. And hang out with them. I enjoy that precious time.

I enjoyed what Dave Tomlinson had to say about the psalms and was most moved by Sons of Korah as usual, laughed with Cameron Semmens and jumped for joy at his joy.

Honesty, communication and contented. I prayed so much for contentment at Blackstump and I had so much contentment. It was all so unplanned for me and everything that happened was spontaneous, I love spontaneous things. And just even being there was a blessing.

I am very tired as expected though. The Hippies were the coolest and so is God. Although I defintely reached that moment where I did get mildly overwhelmed by the constancy of people. Blackstump is fascinating at that, it is so filled with God, but you need to be so careful not to block God out because there is no unintentional solitude.

I didn’t hear anything much new, but I appreciated hearing about finding God in the mundane and the stories we all shared, I enjoyed hearing that we shouldn’t be so worried about choosing the right path, because what’s important is that God is there, even if it is the wrong path. It was a weekend of reassurance.

I feel like I’ve changed lately. It’s nice. I feel so content and that dampens my shy and fearful side.

I decided that was what I was going Beyond, after a long think about it, but it’s true, that was what I was inspired to do, do more being and less fearing of being. I went to Helen’s dance workshop which was what made me realise this, I was freaked out by looking like an idiot, but I ended up deciding that it doesn’t really matter if I look like an idiot. Nothing idiot like can make God stop loving me, and I’m sick of fear.

Last Thursday night, we had communion with the gourmetest bread ever. How great it was, and how great it was to dance around banging percussion intruments in whatever whay I can imagine(despite my extreme lack of beat) to praise the Lord with a bunch of people I am just getting to know, but thoroughly enjoying. I really feel at home at my church and that excites me so much.

I have a Spanish exam tomorrow. Please don’t stress out Jemma. Stressing is silly.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, October 4th, 2005 at 5:02 pm.