Wednesday, February 28, 2007

New Home!

Alright, alright...


I'm in Melbourne!!


Home of the glorious Tram [is it true once I'm a local I'll learn to hate them? NEVER!! :P]




Tim and I arrived on Monday afternoon, and I have been residing at my Aunty Jans place in Keilor, ever since.

So for now, this shall be my new home.

Ultimately the goal is to move into a flat of my own, however until I have a job I really can't afford to do that.

Monday afternoon saw me getting lost for the first time as I drove around the city, attempting to use the map in order to find my way back to my Aunts. Can I just add here, that I did infact manage to use the map to navigate and I did manage to get home.
Tim had given me instructions for which way I should go, however upon reflection I realised that he had sent me on probably the longest possible route.
You live and you learn I suppose ;)

Unfortunately Tim is at least a 1/2 hour drive from where I'm at and since he's working there really isn't a whole heapa point either one of us driving back and forth. So our plans are for the weekends, but long term? Well since whichever flat I move into will become our home together after the wedding, it's going to need to be closer. But for now I'm just over the whole bum aspect of my current existance and ready for a job.

Friday will see me pottering around to a whole heap of schools to meet and greet and leave them with a resume, before meeting up with Tim that afternoon/night. Not exactly sure what we'll be doing but we'll probably decide as we go along.

All you melbournians, I am in town and I'm here for a fair haul, to boot, I am excited about meeting up with people. Pop me a message either by email or mobile and we should plan something, otherwise I'll drop you a line and see what your doing.

God is good, theres a job for me somewhere, I've just gotta find it :D
Gosh I love prayer, and I appreciate any I can get!

much love
Jess xoxo

Saturday, February 17, 2007

It's a date!! Immigrating interstate.

My Victorian teaching Registration is all but a breath away.
I have received and paid the invoice and now I must merely wait for the final stage of the process.

For the last month the ball has begun to roll, and it is quickly starting to pick up speed.

Yesterday I submitted my first application for a teaching position. At Calder Rise Public School [literally round the corner and down the street from my Aunts place, a.k.a where I will be staying] They're looking for a Graduate teacher, with no experience other than the prac time they experienced while earning their degree.

I'm not pinning all my hopes on this position, but trusting that the one for me will turn up and I'll be able to kick butt in the interview.

So I'm set to drive to Newcastle on Saturday next week, meet Tim and together we'll drive el convoy down to Melbourne.

It's exciting and it's daunting and it's all things unknown...But it is a great adventure which I am so happy to be on. After all, Gods got my back ;)

The downside of a great adventure, is I have a heck load of packing to do, which involves cleaning out my room completely....eeerg.

Joy Joy Joy...eyes on the goal, eyes on the goal :P

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Blatant disrespect.

*I want to state that you may not agree with all of my ideas, but I appreciate your input, and any opinions or perspectives will always be respected. My aim here is to make you think and consider, that mayebe...just maybe it's time things changed in our society.

The subject of this post, arose after a conversation/argument with an important person in my life, of the opposite gender. He was deciding whether he would join a group of his work collegues in a few drinks at a local strip club.
I shared that I didn't like the idea, and we definitely clashed heads in our opinions.
It seemed like an obvious argument on my part to point out that it was a blatant objectification of woman, obviously a well worn argument as he was not particularly stunned that I would use it.
The truth of the matter is that any issues such as this, when it comes to women, is like an iceburg. I don't think that anyone will ever truely see the extent of passion I feel for the rights, respect and dignity that women deserve. I have no doubt that this is heavily due to the fact that I am, myself a woman.

Now I know, that there are women out there who choose to work within the sex industry as strippers, prostitudes and porn-stars. And I've heard vast numbers of women saying "Women who do that are powerful, they realise the power they have over men because of their sexuality and so the men are their slaves". I've heard that more times than I can count on both hands and yet, not once am I yet to buy it.
Exploiting sexuality as a form of power, does not create an image of strength...rather it stirs images of bondage and denial of authentic self. No person deserves to be summarised as simply 'Sexual'
I am yet to meet a fellow female who answers, when asked what they want to do with their lives, with "I want to be the worlds greatest stripper, or a world renowned Porn-star".

I did do my research, into the careers of female porn stars and the one recurrring similarity between all these women was their initial ambitions. Alot of these girls had dreams of being movie stars...celebrities...actors. They became so desperate to see their dreams become reality, that when offered a job behind the camera, they couldn't say yes quickly enough.
These girls were often but children, 15 or 16 years old, still discovering who they truely were to be. Many stating, that initially they didn't know whether they had made the right decision, but the more films they made, the more money began to role in. They dreamt of fame and in persuit of the dream, somewhere along the way they got lost.
One of the other heartbreaks of this industry, is the number of these women with serious Alcohol or drug addictions. Why turn to drugs/alcohol again and again and again I was bombarded with this...
"...If you are unhappy, stressed, or lonely, you are more likely to turn to drugs to forget your problems..."

Now why would women who feel as though they are so powerful because of their sexual hold over men, be feeling Unhappy. stressed or lonely? ...
...
Maybe, just maybe they don't have the control and power they convince themselves they do.

As any male knows and any honest female will admit. Us women are a complicated gender.
And while I don't want to try and speak for every female on the face of this planet, I will speak for the female whom I know so honestly. Myself

I want to be taken seriously, I want to be respected, I want to feel more than eye-candy, I want to feel as though I am worthy of time, of dignity, of personal integrity.

Those desires become incredibly difficult to gain when a bunch of intoxicated males sit yahooing, hollering and hooting. Oggling my breats and my body, with no desire to interact or know me any further than instant and shallow self gratification.

The heart of a woman is a vulnerable thing. Easily shattered and devastated. And broken enough it shuts down, it closes off and it numbs itself. Sometimes it becomes easier to switch-off than to suffer the same devastation again. Easier to succumb to the lie, that "All you have to offer is your pretty face...you should be happy to have the attention of males, you were made beautiful so you could please them..."

Women are more than pretty faces, more than flesh, breasts and ass [scuse the bluntness]

Too many women have sacrificed self respect in the persuit of male attention, in the peruit of love, in the persuit of acceptance.

Why do women accept it? why do they say, "this life is enough? I'm not happy, but at least people seem to like having me around..."

But my bigger question is, Where are all the men of integrity? Please please don't just sit there, stand up and begin to make a noise. Require more of women!
Men, imagine you have a daughter [or already have a daughter] would you not want the best for her? Now imagine that you have a BBQ, with all your mates over, your daughter walks out and all of the fella's start hooting and wolf-whisting and talking about what they would like to do to her. You can see your daughter, at first she's flattered by the attention, So she comes over to try and have a conversation with them and instead they tell her to shuttup and dance. Would you just stand there and allow them to do it? Would you join them in the hollering and hooting, and watch as your daughter begins to become defined by simply her body.
I know that it is overused...but it is true, Every single one of those girls is someones daughter.
Not all of those girls have fathers who love them enough to wish more for them. It is time that someone chose to say no to shallow disrespect and begin a revolution of men who take women for more than face value.

You might say "Thats completely out of context" but is it really, is not our society telling women "we just want you to shuttup and dance" when we choose to go to a strip club, when we choose to switch on a porn tape, when we pay a prostitute for sex.
I'm sorry if this post makes anyone feel uncomfortable, but tonight my emotions are running high.

Where are the men of integrity? What are young boys learning about women and how women should be treated?
It's something that we need to be thinking about.
What are young girls learning when they see women 'dumbing down' and just flashing some skin instead... for what?! For the attention they so desire.


I've heard the argument, "Oh I look at them, but I don't actually want to be with them" Then why are you looking? why would you even want to look if you don't intend on making a solid investment? Why are you wasting your time?
How is the woman in your life supposed to feel when you want to spend your time looking at something you don't even want, rather than proving to her that you do actually want her.

My opinion.

Porn and strip clubs and hookers, are the toys of men who are still playing the game.
Men who are still humouring the playboy, and are yet to make a decision to truely settle down.
To honestly say, "You are enough for me...I don't WANT anyone else"

"Oh but I would never cheat on my partner..." Oh but don't you see, by looking, you actually are

"Matthew 5:28 But I tell you that anyone who looks at a woman lustfully has already committed adultery with her in his heart."

Your lustful glances are taking something from this other woman that you've said you would only take from your partner. And is your partner supposed to just smile and say...okay, well I'm glad she could give you that. I'll just wait till your ready for me again.

By fantasising your being the bachelor in your own imagination again. Your cheating your partner and giving her less of your complete self, and less than your complete faithfulness.

Any woman who respects herself will say, "Dream on!" Sadly too many women don't want to rock the boat and just accept that men are 'visual creatures' and need that male bonding time.

How a session of mutual, visual, cheating classifies as bonding is beyond me...but alot of men and women alike consider it so.

To the soul of a woman, the heart of the man she loves is one of her most prized possessions she will ever have. When a man entertains a lust for another woman...he has allowed that other to capture him [if only briefly]. And that can hurt nearly as significantly as the physical act itself.

And finally [I know I've been going on and on] But my blood boils when men say "Oh but all the other guys are doing it"

Personal integrity should be bigger than what other men are doing. Whether the men around you want to choose to stand up and say, "The disrespect of women stops here" or not. You don't have to live with that...You do have to live with your decisions, and trust me, there is ALWAYS a decision, and it is ALWAYS yours to make...Below is an extract entitled "Integrity (A Talk To Men)" taken from John Marks website.

"...Today we find it easier to rationalise our bad behaviour blaming it on our background, personality type and we excuse ourselves from any personal responsibility.
Self-justification is often an immediate defense when we are caught out. We excuse our bad behaviour by saying that everybody is doing it. This kind of behaviour often ends up in ruining ones own life, devastating those close to us and damaging many others around us. What we need are men of integrity who will maintain their standards, clearly draw the line, not even go into the grey areas of life, no matter what the personal cost may be..."


All I ask is that men stop and actually take a moment to consider...
Please!
Women need to respect themselves. And when men and women alike choose to respect the women whom they encounter, they are ultimately telling women that they are worthy of such respect, and women begin to believe that they should accept nothing less and begin to truely respect themselves.

They find freedom

And that dear reader is a wonderful thing.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Beauty from Pain

"...Truth be told, Tim and I both know that we never would have been ready for each other, had we met 3 or even 2 years ago. Each of our seperate heartbreaks helped to shape each one of us into a person who attracted the other in their vibrancy..."











Saturday, February 10, 2007

Unified...[and sanctified]

Still in Forster, and contented.
I've taken to sitting out on the couch on mum and dads verandah after the sun has set, and all is still. I've grown incredibly fond of the coolness of the air and the way everything feels at peace.

So tonight as I sat, head perched on a cushion and eyes gazing towards the stars, I think that for the first time in, what feels like a long time, felt myself calm. I'm not a particularly stressy person, by nature. I tend to take things as they come, but I must admit that since Tim moved to Melbourne I've felt incredibly eager to get myself there and have felt the pinch of frustration as all that was keeping me was my teaching registration.

I've been persuing this idea of waiting. Of taking those steps towards the presence of God, of drawing close, but resting there in silence and allowing him to speak to my spirit.
Tonight was a night of sweet reflection. As I sat silently, eyes closed - before my spirit truely realised what was to follow, I felt a tear run the length of my cheeck, before dripping from my chin. My initial reaction was "Why am I crying?!" But I sat and I waited.

As the moments passed I began to reflect upon the last month. I'm sure that any of you who read this blog regularly [if you exist ;) ] are aware of the shebang with Tim offered his dream job and then finding a flat, complete with flatmates he truely enjoys the company of, and while all of that has been an incredible blessing, tonight my reflection flowed further back.

Tonight my reflection rested on the month before Melbourne was even a consideration in Tim and My plans.

It was December, I was literally, days away from completing my Primary teaching degree and Tim and I knew we needed to start making some decisions...Where were we going?
The Engagement ring was well and truely locked on my finger, which basically meant [as far as we were concerned] that we were joint at the hip in terms of city destination. But which one?

I can still remember sitting together and praying that God would guide us, that he would grant us our desires and bless us in our future together. That he would open doors of persuit and close those which we need to leave behind. I can remember that at the end of it we both felt pretty good, confident and hopeful. We'd prayed our "God, Guide us to the future, Prayer" Not realising that what God really wanted was to use this situation to push us deeper, and stretch our understanding of marriage and what it really means, further.

And then days past...weeks past...and nothing. Nothing had happened, nothing had stirred...nothing.

So we sat and we talked and I asked Tim, "When you look at where you want to go, what do you want? what do you really want?"

He answered Queensland and when he asked me the same question, I wanted to stay in New South Wales. It was then that we realised we were both desiring different things. We had asked God to grant us our desires, yet how could he? how could he possibly grant us anything when we were both desiring to head in completely different directions, in the long run whichever way we ended up going, one of us would feel as though we had been forced to make such a huge compromise, one of us would end up feeling even slightly dissapointed. Now I know that in marriage there comes times when we need to choose compromise, but we were both so convinced that God was bigger than this one, that should we throw it into his hands, his solution would be far greater than any we could create.

So we sat, and again we prayed. Only this time we prayed that we would be united in our desires, that God would look deeper, and guide us to the solution we sought.
Unity is such a powerful weapon in the hands of Gods children, and we realise that those snares which get thrown under us, attempt to break the unity which enables us to serve God more fully.

Not one day later, Tim found a Job online, initially thinking "Nah, no chance I'll get it...but heck, I'll send my resume" The next day he came to me with the news "I've been shortlisted...I didn't think I had a chance, but they want me to come down for an interview"

Melbourne! The city was Melbourne.

Anyone who knows me well, knows I love Melbourne. The idea of living there? well I was tickled pink. Tim was tickled pink.

We both love Melbourne and yet had never even considered it!

...

As I sad tonight on the Verandah I cried...tears of gratitude, to a great God who blesses the unity of his Kids.
Who blesses the feeble, the undeserving and the foolish. The God we serve and we love, is far greater than any words would ever give credit for.

In Love and Unity,
Jess xoxo

Friday, February 09, 2007

Pic lackings?

Did you notice that I haven't put any new piccies on these pages for quite a few entries?

I like adding piccies to my posts, makes them a little more interesting, breaks the text a bit.


Anywhoo, if you really feel as though you need some photographic additons, then head over to flickr, (hit my link to the left if it's easier) and take a squiz at some of the new stuff.


Psst, this is how I've been entertaining myself lately. Building a wedding website with alot of the details unable to fit on the invite. Below is the header. Considering I have extremely limited computer literacy :P I'm so proud of myself. I may eventually link to the site...just gimme a little more time to make it look better.
P.S. When I say "build" I mean, take the given template and squish all my stuff in, theres no way I would survive [and still be sane] with all the code necessary to build it from scratch.
Kudos to those special folk who manage it without hitting their head repeatedly on the kepboard, or wall, or *insert the hardest nearby object here*! I salute you!

Found in my room?! Thats a miracle!!

So I lost my MP3 player for the last 6 months.
I could not, for the life of me find it anywhere!
To be honest it had been missing for so long that I think I may have forgotten it ever existed. And then today, as I was cleaning out my room in preperation for the big move to Melbourne - just allow me to go off topic for 2 seconds as I have a sook...Hows this for love, my parents have told me to clear out my room, pretty much completely. I'm not even married yet and I'm already getting the boot. :P
Yep, theres that dramatic streak again. - So anyway, where was I?

Oh yeah, as I'm cleaning out my room, there it is, my MP3 player. I swear it could nearly have had, the bright light and angels singing, with me gliding towards it...not entirely sure as I was completely engulfed in the joy of finding it again.
So of course, whats the first thing you do after finding the long lost MP3?...You have a scan through the music.
Alot of MP3's...and then I switch across to the self record feature, as I remembered at some point I was carrying it around, just incase, inspiration struck.

And can I say, as I listened to them I don't think it would be completely unfair to say...
"There was a WHooooole heapa crap on there!!" :P

But I did manage to find a glimmer of hope, a rough diamond perhaps...maybe I'll try and polish her up.

Arise oh mighty warrior
Take the sword within your hand
Step up and fight this battle
I'm giving you this land

Arise oh mighty warrior
You are chosen with my blood
Step up and brave this battle
oh Child, the Victories won

It Kind of had this cool little inflect which made it fun to sing.

Oh, speaking songs. I had a friend recommend Kirk Franklins "Imagine Me" filmclip with the advice, "Look out though, you may just cry".
Can I just say, at the risk of sounding like a complete sap, I didn't just cry, I absolutely blubbered like a new born baby, right after the doctor smacked that shiny pink booty (Okay so I heard that doctors don't do that, but they do in movies so it's just gotta be true then... right?!! :P )

I would recommend the clip, the song itself is pretty great, but the clip AND the song WOW!!


I think the tears hit the chin somwehere around the line "What if God came up and whispered in your ear, Everything from your past is...Gone..."

If you have the chance and haven't watched it...Watch it. If you have the chance and have watched...well, watch it again.
Reminders like that are definitely worth our time.

Bless ya my big and little bro's and sissas
xoxo

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Ouchie!

Went to Body Step tonight and I do not know what I did, but I twisted/jolted/ cracked...who knows!!! my back and now it hurts so much!
You know what sucks the most about it though...I was watching Oprah [yar I'm a sucker ] and she mentioned that she does 150 sit-ups so I thought, "heck I could do that" and so I have been. Building the abs is supposed to lower the strain on your back, and so in fine Jessica style...after building the abs with 150 situps [everyday!!]for the last 2 weeks and then I go and strain my lower back leaping around on a plastic step.
Oh I really have outdone myself haven't I!
So if you see me and I'm walking as though there is some sort of broomstick up my Kaboose, you'll understand...my posture hasn't shown an incredible improvement [I really do need to work on that ] rather its that walking any other way would leave me wrything around on the ground in pain...
well actually thats not true I don't think I would squirm much at all, rather I would just lay there stiff, to terrified to move and create more pain.

Oh I am being so dramatic with all of this aren't

I Truth is it does hurt, but I think that I've learnt to block pain, as the last time I ever took a pain killer [including panadol or whatever] was 4 years ago when I was suffering from Killer heat stroke.I'm a tough nut...the back shall recover.

All your Get well cards and messages are much appreciated...*cough hint hint cough*
Hope your all fabulous! though I'm sure I don't need to hope, of course your fabulous, you always are, not just anyone makes it onto the friends list you know!
Love and more love

Thursday, February 01, 2007

MSN-ings

Tims in Melbourne, I'm still in Forster, waiting for my material to come through from the University so I can recieve approval from the Victorian Education department to teach in Vic. I'm set to follow him there as soon as I can and it's tough - tough being so far away from him and tough being patient and unsure all at the same time. But trusting that God has it all sussed out and I've gotta keep stepping out of the boat.

Okay so I decided to be a little slack. But truth be told I really couldn't bring myself to blab all this out again, so it was easier to take my msn conversation with Belle last night and paste it here.
what else is there for me to say that...happy reading.

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
I'm learning a thing or two at the moment too

Bella says:
oh I bet!!

Bella says:
how you going with it all?

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
it's really really hard
so much harder than expected

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
it's not at if God is saying "I want you to go and do this"
instead he's saying "I want you to sit there, trust me, and do absolutely nothing - you've done all you can, now you've just gotta trust me"

and it's hard...

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
just waiting and waiting and waiting and trusting that there are coggs turning, I just can't see them right now

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
I kinda lost it last night

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
coz Tim was supposed to call me and then he was so exhausted that he accidentally fell asleep and that little girl in me said "I was forgotten" which compounded all this stuff and left me wondering, "what if Gods forgotten me too"

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
which I know is absolute crap
I'm not forgotten...

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
But Katie came to my rescue and chatted and cried and prayed with me...
she prayed the most incredible prayer over me...which went on and on and covered every fear/concern of my heart...it was amazing...She was so clearly led by the spirit, because she was speaking out things I haven't shared with her...

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
which of course made me into even more of a blubbering mess...
but it was good...
sometimes it's just good to cry

Bella says:
that's it....you're not forgotten, cause God probably orchestrated that whole moment

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
yeah... I did wake up today feeling so much better

Bella says:
Praise the Lord!

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
It's good to be completely honest with God...he knows it all already, but theres something so liberating in releasing it into his hands and letting him use all the fear and pain and concern...and make it into something amazing!

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
I trust him completely, it'll work out I know it...
it's just hard having to play the waiting game...

Bella says:
haha

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
but it's his hilarious way of teaching me patience...yet again!

Bella says:
you're telling ME!!

Bella says:
hmm. gotta love that lesson huh!

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
to be honest...

Jez: Operation: 'Relocation Love' says:
no I don't love it...I don't even like it...but heck knows I need it

Bella says:
AMEN!!