Woven Bridges

Have you read the Book of Awesome? Sometimes we forget about the little awesome things in life! And we also forget to see the beauty in our struggles. This is my blog of beautiful things, tough things, inspiring things and thoughts. I see my life as a bridge that is woven by all the different strands in my life. These strands include the people I meet, the discoveries I make, the struggles I go through, and the paths God leads me down. They weave together to make a bridge. Here are bits of that bridge. I hope that you can find a blessing in it for you.
Who I Follow

As I have written in a few past posts, it took me about 2 weeks to decide if I should go on this tour across Canada telling a devastatingly beautiful story about a young girl who has been trafficked and a man who goes out to try and stop it. This is my life right now. We are only 3 cities into the tour and already I feel like we’ve been doing this forever. I think it hit me big just in the last few days when we drove 3 days straight from Saskatoon to Ottawa. Those were long days! 

Anyhow, I decided to go on the tour because it would not leave me alone. It was pounding on my heart and I could not say no to it. It was pounding on my heart. What’s that supposed to mean? I don’t know that I could explain it to you.

What I do know is that I was told by my mother to lay on my bed and just breathe. Breathe in the silence and listen. I cannot express how scared I was. I became completely aware of how I was doing anything and everything to avoid sitting in the silence and listening for God. Why is it so hard to deal with SILENCE?

The other day my friend Sienna lost her iPod. Either it was somewhere in the car or it fell out of the car hundreds of miles back. It really upset her. Of course it would, an iPod isn’t cheap. When inquiring about it to her a few days later she said, “You know, maybe it’s ok that I lost it. Maybe it’s good for me to just listen to the silence.”

Rob Bell did a great little talk on NOISE. In it he said, ”182 million people are regularly exposed to noise levels labeled as excessive by the Environmental Protection Agency.” Do you ever intentionally surround yourself with noise? We have so many gadgets and gizmos these days. We are always playing music in the house, in the car, in the background, as we fall asleep. Why do we do that?

Do you wish God’s voice would be louder in your life?
Does all the noise around you maybe make it hard to hear God? 

Let me tell you. I talked to so many people about the tour before I said yes to it. I talked to everyone. I have never talked about anything so much in my life. I guess maybe I wanted someone else to tell me what to do or tell me that it was the right thing to do. I spent so much time worrying and talking about it to others and even to God. I talked and talked and talked to God. I did. Lots. But I never stopped to listen to what he might have to say.

Do you sometimes avoid silence because you’re afraid of what God might actually have to say to you?

When we were in Saskatoon we were billeted with the most lovely couple. They took such good care of us. It was such a blessing to be in a real home and have real breakfast. They even set up a fire the first night were were there and we had smores! Then they sent a smore kit with us as a goodbye gift! Lovely people! There was a small mall near their home that I would run past most mornings and inside I picked up a booked with quotes by Mother Teresa. The book is called Where There is Love, There is God. 

Of course, silence would be quoted among the first few pages. It’s a word that has been going through my head over and over the last few months now and it won’t leave me alone! 

Mother Teresa says, “If we talk always we cannot pray. Jesus is not present within me. We must keep silent. In the silence of the heart God speaks. Listening is the beginning of prayer, and what we listen to is the voice of God, God that cannot deceive or be deceived. Then if we keep silence, silence cannot be corrected; if we speak, if we answer back, we make mistakes.Try to be alone. Try to keep that really deep silence to get rid of bitterness or hatred. 

I think it is very important: that union with God. You must be full of silence, for in the silence of the heart God speaks. And empty heart God fills. Even Almighty God will not fill a heart that is full-full of pride, bitterness, jealousy-we must give these things up. As long as we are holding these things, God cannot fill it. Silence of the heart, not only of the mouth-that too is necessary-but more, that silence of the mind, silence of the eyes, silence of the touch. Then you can hear Him everywhere: in the closing of the door, in the person who needs you, in the birds that sing, in the flowers, the animals-that silence which is wonder and praise. Why? Because God is everywhere and you can see Him and hear Him. That crow is praising God-I can hear its sound well-that stupid crow; we can see Him and hear Him in that crow and pray, but we cannot see and hear Him if our heart is not clean.” 

When I finally stopped puttering around, stopped talking, stopped thinking and was just still in the silence God spoke to my heart and I knew. I knew I had to do this tour because I finally surrendered to God’s will. I cannot tell you how important that is. I can tell you that even though I know this, it still scares me. I’m scared of what God will ask me to do. This tour isn’t easy. Apart from telling a brutal story, I have a lot of other struggles that I could have avoided by not coming on this tour. But God has placed me here and I see the blessing of it. I would not want to be anywhere else. And maybe a decision that should not have been hard was hard because it meant more than I could ever imagine. And maybe my voice is just the right one to be carrying so many other voices. 

“Search your hearts and be Silent.” Ps. 4:4.


A Three Day Drive to Ottawa! We Made IT!

Some photos from Saskatoon

I heard about this guy named Bernie Krause, who records nature sounds for film and television.
He was saying that, in 1968, in order to get one hour of natural sound, like no airplanes no cars, that it would take him about 15 hours of recording time, and he was saying that today, to get that same one hour of undisturbed sound, it takes him 2000 hours of recording time.

Ps4:4- “Search your hearts and be silent.”

Beautiful Lethbridge - best place to run is in the coulee! Absolutely glorious!

Today was the first day of our Canada tour that we did 2 shows and a talk back in between. She Has a Name is a hard show to do twice in one day. I am emotionally raw and exhausted. I wasn’t part of the talk back. Andrew Kooman, the playwright, Rachel Hansen, India Field Director for Mission of Mercy Canada and Matt Baden, Calgary Community Engagement Coordinator for ACT Alberta were on the panel and I sat with the patrons and took in the conversation. 

A lot of amazing things were shared and asked and each of the people on the panel were incredibly articulate. Andrew talked a lot about the value of each of our human hearts, about how we each have gifts and how we can use those gifts to get involved. At the end of the talk Jamie, the AD of Burnt Thicket Theatre, ask each of the panelists to share a story of HOPE. 

The story that Rachel Hansen shared sticks out to me. She works in India building schools and homes and finding the children on the streets before the exploiters do. She talked about a young woman she met at the school one day. Rachel asked the girl to to tell her her story. The girl shared that at the age of 8 she was sold and moved around to more than 4 different cities. In this time the young girl was mistreated so much that she really began to loose her mind. The exploiters didn’t want her any more so they threw her out onto the streets. No one wanted her. Who knows how long she was on the streets before Rachel’s team found her. When she was found her hand and feet bound and she was tied to a tree. Even when she was taken in, no one really knew what to do with her. However, they started to love on her. They started to treat her with love, kindness and openess. They began to pray over her and sing with her and finally this young girl began to heal. Because people accepted her as she was, cared for her she was able to take the next steps into healing, learning and growing. Rachel asked her what it was like to take these steps. She said: “I do not know how to say it in words but I can show you.” The young girl then put on some music and danced for Rachel. 

Beautiful story. It brought tears to my eyes. I think I can grasp a little understanding from my life to know what it feels like not to have words for something that I feel deep down; that sometime like a dance, or a sound, or a song, or even just tears will be words enough to say what I am feeling inside. That spoke deeply to me. I can feel her pain and her joy in her action to play music and dance to express herself. 

Hope.

Tiny Little Words

Just so you know that we are, each one of us, held together by the invisible threads of our histories. These strings are all the good and all the bad that we’ve experienced. And when the world tries to pull you loose —and it will — there may be some stretch. But someone like you, with so much LOVE holding her together, will never fall apart.

Friday Night Knitting Club - Kate Jacobs

From Kendra

Away we go - Rosebud to Lethbridge


We just arrived in Lethbridge, AB. We left Rosebud at 2pm in our Subaru Tribeca hauling our trailer full of luggage and props and set pieces. We picked up Carl in Strathmore; Steve was suddenly right behind us; and we stopped briefly in Vulcan. It’s fun to do the little tourist things along the way- Startrek all the way!

I feel so taken care of. What an amazing opportunity this is for us. Everything is planned up ahead for us. It’s incredible. I feel like I have the easy job. I’m acting in the show, but what a blessing it is. 1) What a story. It’s beautiful and horrific. Tragic and hopeful. I hope that it really will bring a lot of change. 2) What an incredible piece of art. Stunning poetry. Stunning Set. Stunning People. Stunning images. 3) I love the physical acting that I get to do with my body, the range I get to do with my voice. I love the intention of being present and giving focus. I love that for some reason. Just standing and watching. It’s powerful.

I am overwhelmed right now by the care that has been given to us. I don’t feel like I’m doing enough. So grateful. 

I think I had a lot of built up excitement and energy and emotion in me because when I went for a run this evening, into the sunset and I sprinted nearly the whole time. I just ran and ran. I always run stop run stop run stop. But not today. I felt unstoppable. 

We are unstoppable. 

Hope is something we can bring. It gives life to an individual… Humanity is far more connected then we give is credit for. When one person suffers in a sense we all suffer. But adversely when one person is brought hope, we all are brought hope.” Bring hope. Be the change.

The Thing That Happened

A Global Search For Human Worth

From Mister God, This is Anna, by Fynn: 

Old Woody took a long and satisfying pull at his pipe. “Do you like poetry?” he asked. 
Anna nodded. Old Woody settled the glowing tobacco in his pipe with his thumb. 
“Do you,” he said, sucking away, “do you know what poetry is?”
“Yes,” replied Anna. “It’s sort of like sewing.” 
“I see,” Old Woody nodded, “and what do you mean by sewing?” 
Anna juggled the words around in her mind. “Well, it’s making something from different bits this is different from all the bits.”
“Um,” said Old Woody, “I think that is rather a good definition of poetry.” 
“Mister,” said Anna, “can I ask you a question?” 
“Of, course,” Old Woody nodded.
“Why don’t you live in a house?” 
Old Woody looked at his pipe and rubbed his thumb on his beard. “I don’t think there is a real answer to that question, not put like that. Can you ask is in another way?”
Anna thought for a moment, then said, “Mister, why do you like living in the dark?”
“Living in the dark?’” smiled Old Woody. “I can answer that very easily, but can you understand my answer, I wonder?”
“If it’s an answer, I can,” responded Anna. 
“Yes, of course. If it is an answer, you can. That’s only if it’s an answer.” He paused, and then, “Do you like the darkness?”
Anna nodded. “It stretches you out big. It makes the box big.”’
He gave a little chuckle. “Indeed, indeed,” he said. “My reason for preferring the darkness is that in the dark you have to describe yourself. In the daylight other people describe you. Do you understand that? 
Anna smiled, and Old Woody reached out a gnarled old hand and gently closed Anna’s eyes, held both her hands and settled some inner aspect of himself. This particular spot in London Town looked by daylight a shambles; at this moment, in the light of the fire, it was pure magic. 
Old Woody’s firm and strong voice spoke to his God, to Anna, and to all mankind:

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, For they in thee a thousand errors note;

But ‘tis my heart that loves what they despise. 
His nut-brown chuckle broke the spell, “Do you know that one? It’s one of Shakespeare’s sonnets. They,” he said, and his arms swept out to embrace the world, “will tell you and encourage you to develop your brain and your five senses. But that’s only the half of it, that’s only half of being human. That other half is to develop the heart and the wits.” He ticked them off on one old gnarled hand with the end of his pipe. “There’s common wit, there’s imagination, there’s fantasy, there’s estimation, and there’s memory. Never let anyone rob you of your right to be complete. The daylight is for the brain and the senses, the darkness is for the heart and the wits. Never, never be afraid. Your brain may fail you one day, but your heart won’t.” He returned like a comet, leaving behind a shining trail of love. He stood up and stretched himself, looked around at all the faces, and his gaze stopped at Anna. “I know you, young lady, I know you well.” He held out his arm to her and spoke: 
Thus doth she, when from individual states
She doth abstract the universal kinds, 
When then reclothed in divers names and fates, 
Steal access thro’ our senses to our minds.
Then he was gone. No, not gone, from some part of him, perhaps the biggest part of him, remained and remains to this day.


We tell lies when we are afraid….afraid of what we don’t know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found out about us. But every time we tell a lie, the thing that we fear grows stronger.

Tad Williams

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