I just read an email from Daniel, great Christian brother Hilda and I met in Tasmania. I just feel like proclaiming that God is good. He is awesome and wonderful. Church last night was great at St Paul's. Its good to continually remind myself of the blessings God has given me and I should not take them for granted.
This arvo, Hilda and I cycled down the river, followed this road out to the farms. I let her ride the racing bike, while I rode the mt bike. And I managed to convince her that its way better than the mt bike. We rode fast and my heart rate went to 176, while her's was 120. She brought video cam and camera too, put them in the basket. But as I was whipping out the camera to take a still pic, 2 cars full of guys passed us and turned around. We were very scared and immediately turned around and headed home. God protected us.
Today, I cried at our Aboriginal cultural awareness lecture. The presenter, an Aboriginal herself, was saying how funerals are part of her everyday life. people her age(around 40 years) are not preparing for retirement but for their funeral. She said she cannot cound how many funerals she has attended this year. A cultural thing they are known for is wailing. Emily related how she observed a funeral at the northern territory where even during the eulogy, the family were still wailing. This topic went on for a while. the last time i heard wailing was at june this year. I just kept picturing the whole scene. I heard the sounds again. I once again zoned out of the lecture as tears rolled down my eyes.
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