Sunday, August 21, 2005
Eu tive uma otima semana, e um dia maravilhoso ontem. - Ontem foi praticamente o ultimo dia da Celeste por aqui, amanha de manha ela vai para o mexico. O marido dela veio aqui e ontem nos fomos para park city. Uma cidade linda, proxima a salt lake city, e a onde tem o festival de sundance. Fomos almocar la com ela e o marido, o ariel filho dela e sua esposa francine, e eu e minha mae. Depois que comemos pra burro pegamos o onibuszinho da queles bem estilo antigo mesmo e fizemos um tourzinho pela cidade. Tudo foi muito delicioso, o dia estava lindo, com pessoas otimas. Depois de carro fomos subindo a montanha ate o topo e depois decemos, assim maravilhados com a beleza de tudo. - Quando voltamos a salt lake fomos tomar sorvete, e depois fomos ate em casa. La tivemos que nos despedir da Celeste e do Rich. Momento triste.
Agora tudo vai bem. Hoje tive que falar na igreja. Acho que correu bem as pessoas davam risadas, outras ate choraram... vai entender. Eu vou colocar o texto do que falei embaixo, eu tentei colocar as piadinhas que fiz mas nao sei se vai ter graca so lendo.
Persevearance Through Change
I have such a hard time dealing with change it's unbeleivable! I completely despise routine, and yet still find myself
complaining whenever things don't happen my way. I htink that it's just the fact that in most cases it simply feels like i'm not in control, but really that's just a matter of perspective... and i'll show you how through a few examples... there's this little girl and she's about 4 years old, very very cute, hazel eyes, brown hair well and so one day this little girl (and we'll call her maggy for privacy issues!) so maggy, is awaken by the uttlery loud and profane words that were coming from her parents mouths, they were fighting big time, but maggy didn't know what was going no, jeeez she didn't have a clue, all she knew ws that it was scary and also that something wasn't right. - later to be told that daddy was leaving, but that he'd come back to visit her eventually.
Now, maggy had no influence over what had happened, she had no control over it either, but even so her life was changing, her life. Was maggy sad? oh yes, and boy did she want to see mommy and daddy together again! but what could she do? she could either live a msierable life not accepting the fact that things had changed despite how deplorable it all was, or she could choose to adapt to the new situation. Which she did, instead of staying stuck in that moment she opted for being supportive of her hurting mother, an deventually together with their strenghts and support combined ever far they went.
well, and so maggy grew older.. i mean, that's what usually happens you grow older! even in little analogies, and ficticous stories... well no, except for in peter pan! or well, anyway... maggy is now probably 15... still very very cute. she had transitioned from being a kid full of energy to being a teenager full of energy! She was very much into music, absolutely loved rock! Very clever, and very smart... always did her homework but never really studied for tests, she didn't quite gasp the idea of being judged based on some dumb multiple questions! she was quite popular, liked to joke was the class clown, hung around with the "bad" kids in the back! but one day she happened to run into another "bad" kid who sat in the back and loved rock. and they became inseparable friends. he was the sweetest guy, and they were a perfect match. but it ws quite a pure and sweet friendship relationship, like, although they both loved each other and they both knew they loved each other they never really crossed that line. although i know that sometimes they wished they did! anyway, they went through high school together and that's how they made, only because they were together.
but one day, his parents sad "you know what son, we have to move" and off they went to a different city, to a different school, diffeent routines. maggy was devasted, that last day of school, they hugged, they held on to each other as if a , they were terrified crying and crying and crying, sobbing really, many many tears... and while their parents pronounced that with telephone and vacations and holidays they would be able to see each other it still seemed like a hopeless situation. and well as the days went by, it was easier... little by little the distance didn't seem to matter that much.
One day, maggy get's a phone call... perhaps a phone call she wished she had never received... her boy, that one, had died in a car crash. her best friend ever... and she never really understood why. and now left only to live with the fond memories of the love of her life. but she got over it, or well learned to accept it.
it was an end, but it was the beggingni of a transition as well. and whenever there's a transition there's and end. sometimes, they're hard to deal with very hard. but then ya know, gradually a new life style is put into place... and on and on we go.
we can choose to resist change or accept it... either way, it's gonna change! it'll just determine whether or not we're going to be miserable or not! sometimes, we have to lean on someone else for help.
often times traditions are threatend... "oh but we always did it this way" / or it seems like it's not clear, it lacks in direction and it brings fear of the unknown and this fear is produces reluctance, and i know that;'s why i struggle with change.
ya know, the story still didn't end for maggy... maggy graduated from high school, and decided that she wanted change, ironically! no specific reason, obviously she could give it some reasom but deep inside all she wanted was change. now i didn't mention that, but maggy had a hard time wth change to, like we all do... she had fear of the unknown to her, because at first the unknown to her when it became known it wasn't good, or so she thought so... i mean when she was finally able to understand that her parentsd couldnt live together, they were already gone making it all so more dificult... but then with that came the good, no matter how cliche that is "with the good comes the bad and with the bad comes the good" cliche? yes but you get it so... well anyway, by living with a single mom she was able to build a relationship with her mom that would probably never exist had her parents lived together... they were best friends, and they were both seeking change... i mean, we do it we hate it and we love, we despise it but we look for it and that's what they did...
everyone told them they were crazy, but even so they decided that they wanted to move to a different country... and, that's not easy. having to start from scratch... and well, leaving it all behind, not only the material luggage the emotional one as well... having to detach from absolutely everything. but because they had the support of each other, because they knew that they could fully rely on each other... having to pack all their belogngins in only two-suitcases was totally possible... and they did it! re-examining the old, being opened and flexible, taking control, and best of keeping their "sunny-side" up!
ya know, there's this e-mail thingy i got once... one of those forwards, and i bet some of you have already seen it... it's kind of cheesy, but i've always liked it so much... so i'll read it to you... but please don't go on off mode just because you heard i'll read it it's very short...
It Depends on Who's Hand's it's In
A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.
A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.
A baseball in Mark McGuire's hands is worth about $19 million.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
A tennis racket is useless in my hands.
A tennis racket in Venus Williams' hands is a championship win.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.
A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy.
A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.It depends on whose hands it's in.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse.
Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will produce salvation for the entire world.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
As you see now it depends on whose hands it's in.
o put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, your
families and your relationships in God's hands because ...
It depends on whose hands it's in.
Agora tudo vai bem. Hoje tive que falar na igreja. Acho que correu bem as pessoas davam risadas, outras ate choraram... vai entender. Eu vou colocar o texto do que falei embaixo, eu tentei colocar as piadinhas que fiz mas nao sei se vai ter graca so lendo.
Mom e Eu.
Celeste e Rich
Mother
Francine e Ariel
Persevearance Through Change
I have such a hard time dealing with change it's unbeleivable! I completely despise routine, and yet still find myself
complaining whenever things don't happen my way. I htink that it's just the fact that in most cases it simply feels like i'm not in control, but really that's just a matter of perspective... and i'll show you how through a few examples... there's this little girl and she's about 4 years old, very very cute, hazel eyes, brown hair well and so one day this little girl (and we'll call her maggy for privacy issues!) so maggy, is awaken by the uttlery loud and profane words that were coming from her parents mouths, they were fighting big time, but maggy didn't know what was going no, jeeez she didn't have a clue, all she knew ws that it was scary and also that something wasn't right. - later to be told that daddy was leaving, but that he'd come back to visit her eventually.
Now, maggy had no influence over what had happened, she had no control over it either, but even so her life was changing, her life. Was maggy sad? oh yes, and boy did she want to see mommy and daddy together again! but what could she do? she could either live a msierable life not accepting the fact that things had changed despite how deplorable it all was, or she could choose to adapt to the new situation. Which she did, instead of staying stuck in that moment she opted for being supportive of her hurting mother, an deventually together with their strenghts and support combined ever far they went.
well, and so maggy grew older.. i mean, that's what usually happens you grow older! even in little analogies, and ficticous stories... well no, except for in peter pan! or well, anyway... maggy is now probably 15... still very very cute. she had transitioned from being a kid full of energy to being a teenager full of energy! She was very much into music, absolutely loved rock! Very clever, and very smart... always did her homework but never really studied for tests, she didn't quite gasp the idea of being judged based on some dumb multiple questions! she was quite popular, liked to joke was the class clown, hung around with the "bad" kids in the back! but one day she happened to run into another "bad" kid who sat in the back and loved rock. and they became inseparable friends. he was the sweetest guy, and they were a perfect match. but it ws quite a pure and sweet friendship relationship, like, although they both loved each other and they both knew they loved each other they never really crossed that line. although i know that sometimes they wished they did! anyway, they went through high school together and that's how they made, only because they were together.
but one day, his parents sad "you know what son, we have to move" and off they went to a different city, to a different school, diffeent routines. maggy was devasted, that last day of school, they hugged, they held on to each other as if a , they were terrified crying and crying and crying, sobbing really, many many tears... and while their parents pronounced that with telephone and vacations and holidays they would be able to see each other it still seemed like a hopeless situation. and well as the days went by, it was easier... little by little the distance didn't seem to matter that much.
One day, maggy get's a phone call... perhaps a phone call she wished she had never received... her boy, that one, had died in a car crash. her best friend ever... and she never really understood why. and now left only to live with the fond memories of the love of her life. but she got over it, or well learned to accept it.
it was an end, but it was the beggingni of a transition as well. and whenever there's a transition there's and end. sometimes, they're hard to deal with very hard. but then ya know, gradually a new life style is put into place... and on and on we go.
we can choose to resist change or accept it... either way, it's gonna change! it'll just determine whether or not we're going to be miserable or not! sometimes, we have to lean on someone else for help.
often times traditions are threatend... "oh but we always did it this way" / or it seems like it's not clear, it lacks in direction and it brings fear of the unknown and this fear is produces reluctance, and i know that;'s why i struggle with change.
ya know, the story still didn't end for maggy... maggy graduated from high school, and decided that she wanted change, ironically! no specific reason, obviously she could give it some reasom but deep inside all she wanted was change. now i didn't mention that, but maggy had a hard time wth change to, like we all do... she had fear of the unknown to her, because at first the unknown to her when it became known it wasn't good, or so she thought so... i mean when she was finally able to understand that her parentsd couldnt live together, they were already gone making it all so more dificult... but then with that came the good, no matter how cliche that is "with the good comes the bad and with the bad comes the good" cliche? yes but you get it so... well anyway, by living with a single mom she was able to build a relationship with her mom that would probably never exist had her parents lived together... they were best friends, and they were both seeking change... i mean, we do it we hate it and we love, we despise it but we look for it and that's what they did...
everyone told them they were crazy, but even so they decided that they wanted to move to a different country... and, that's not easy. having to start from scratch... and well, leaving it all behind, not only the material luggage the emotional one as well... having to detach from absolutely everything. but because they had the support of each other, because they knew that they could fully rely on each other... having to pack all their belogngins in only two-suitcases was totally possible... and they did it! re-examining the old, being opened and flexible, taking control, and best of keeping their "sunny-side" up!
ya know, there's this e-mail thingy i got once... one of those forwards, and i bet some of you have already seen it... it's kind of cheesy, but i've always liked it so much... so i'll read it to you... but please don't go on off mode just because you heard i'll read it it's very short...
It Depends on Who's Hand's it's In
A basketball in my hands is worth about $19.
A basketball in Michael Jordan's hands is worth about $33 million.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
A baseball in my hands is worth about $6.
A baseball in Mark McGuire's hands is worth about $19 million.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
A tennis racket is useless in my hands.
A tennis racket in Venus Williams' hands is a championship win.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
A rod in my hands will keep away a wild animal.
A rod in Moses' hands will part the mighty sea.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
A sling shot in my hands is a kid's toy.
A sling shot in David's hand is a mighty weapon.It depends on whose hands it's in.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in my hands is a couple of fish sandwiches.
Two fish and 5 loaves of bread in God's hands will feed thousands.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
Nails in my hands might produce a birdhouse.
Nails in Jesus Christ's hands will produce salvation for the entire world.
It depends on whose hands it's in.
As you see now it depends on whose hands it's in.
o put your concerns, your worries, your fears, your hopes, your dreams, your
families and your relationships in God's hands because ...
It depends on whose hands it's in.
