the multitude of goodness to come

havent blogged for like EVER... not really, like a few days, but its feels like eons, and so much has happened since that... *tumbleweed*

ok, not that much has happened... *cough*

OK NOTHING HAS HAPPENED.

ok that was a lie.

BUT

mostly, just being excited has been the name of the game. excited for today is my last day at work for like 6 whole days, yesssss... and also excited for going to tasmania tomorry and also excited to james and anita to be married and lovers.... and also excited for great escape, yessss... going to be

AMAZING!AMAZING?AMAZING!AMAZING?AMAZING!

...and i am most excited for it.

shall be muchos grande...

i will take many a photo during the next 10 days.

OH, i forgot one thing. upon our return home, it is reenbee ladys birthday and we are having a celebration of some description, not sure what, but something, on next saturday night, busy busy busy.

but, all this excitedness is making me feel ill. i really feel sick i am so excited for so many different things i didnt even talk about. golly. im a man of extremes, sad and the-end-of-the-worldy, or so-excited-i-could-vomit. CRAZY.

god is pretty much the greatest person i know. i love him a lot.

Ecclesiastes and its byproducts.

was challenged by the loverly pads at jackos through the medium of her devo about the whole ecclesiastical theme of meaninglessness... like we read it and go yep, sure meaningless cool... but thats it. like i heard somewhere, from a trustworthy source im sure... that the bible is about God, shock horror, not about us, so we should read it, remembering its about Him, not going... ok, now how does this about me, cause its not, its about JC and how everything in the bible is part of GODS plan and how His plan is fulfilled through JC. hence, we are not involved in that. so, when we read stuff we should go, this about the big G, how can i change so that it becomes about me, ie. if we are trying to become like JC, JC is God, hence trying to become like God, eg. holy and blameless and whatnot, like God. now apply THAT back to mr frowny and his book.
"meaningless, meaningless, everything is meaningless.... i saw that everything under the sun was a chasing after the wind" i think thats right, i didnt quote, i just remember thats almost what it says....
ANYWAY... like, that should massively change us, we, slash i know i do, get stressed and involved in such worldly stuff, work and materialism and just stuff, and yet, its meaningless. like, thats pretty heavy, to know that basically everything in my life is a waste of time hey. and i think we need to let that like make our perspective a lil diff huh. instead of totally packing it over something ridiculously trivial like a test or a deadline of needing the coolest new thang, realising that, ultimately its uesless and going to pass away. i mean, its frieken hard to do, cause our world is so, ownership status focused, and yet, we know that all that stuff if futile transient temporary kind of stuff, and we need to be solid to be able to step back from that kind of junk.
my prayer for you guys is that you can abound in godliness and JC-like-perspective and be able to see when you need to push some stuff down the priorities ladder, and get God back on top, and also be able to make pracitical helpful decisions to remind yourself that this is not our home, nor is the stuff here important, and that you may become more like Dad, and make Him proud.
ciao brothers and sisters
rhyso

why these two things are together... ive NO idea, so dont ask.... cause if you do *shakes fist*

1. God works in mysterious ways.
First Corinthians says God is love.
Therefore Love works in mysterious ways.
ie. me sitting enjoying one of my favourite things, but being conscious to the point of distracted by a certian someone and their hand on my leg.
aww... love

2. TRIPOD ARE AWESOME.
havent laughed so hard in the longest of whiles.

Kong Song; "Get to the f*&%$g monkey!"

Scod; "it needs to be disturbing"
Yon; ".....Milky discharge"

Scod; "Yonny has had a baby"
Gatesy; "which means we know he's had sex, at least once"

Autism song; "my special girl, i think you might be... just a little bit.... autistic"

HILARITY IN ITS FINEST.
not disappointed at all.
recommend them highly.
one MILLION stars.

its all in a sigh...

i love my friends. i think almost to the point of, i obsess over my friends. sometimes, i just sit, and wonder what you all could be doing. or if i know what a friend or friends are doing, i sit, and think about that, and what it would be like to be there, and how i could photograph it so i dont forget the ever fleeting moments of happiness we experience and forget the look of sheer joy on my mates faces, cause that is the look, the knowing that they are happy, that warms my heart and makes me realise that i am truly a blessed man.

God has blessed me with amazing friends. and you all know who you are. words cant express how thankful i am for all that JC has given me. in bringing me into His family, i was blessed enough to gain the family as my own. and it makes me smile to think of those who i now love and cant live without. theyre amazing, and to see and know they know and love the same God i do, brings a smile to my face. but ultimately, knowing that i get to spend eternity in perfect relationship with all of you and the big G, just makes me so happy i could cry. but i wont, cause He will be there to wipe away every tear.

so, my point guys, know that you are loved, both by JC, whose love means so much more than mine, and by me. you guys are the thing that keeps me going. i see and know and grow in my understanding of God through all of you. the way in which He works through you, sometimes without you even knowing it, is invaluable to me in my walk. i am so thankful for you, and if you wonder why i am so clingy, and always trying to speak to and hang out with y'all, this is why. you guys give me the warm and fuzzy's, i just want to take care of you and hug you all, cause youre frieken the best part of my day, my week, my month, my year, but better than all of those, my eternity.

Work=Futility

hmmm... at work, wanting to sound profound and deep and thought provoking...
BUT CANT BE BOTHERED.
its my first official i work full time day... and its 2:50, and i have nothing to do... what is wrong with the world...
work is a wank... can i completely honest. wait already did, HA. anyways. its such a waste of time. if i didnt need money to live, wouldnt be here. i hate that its where i spend most of my time when i want to spend most of my time with J.C, talking to Him, reading His word, encouraging and fellowshipping with his kids... like, i got to spend my lunch break doing a quiet time today, and i was like mad... and then i was like.. i spend 40 minutes with God, then seven and a half hours labouring to no end. its just so meaningless and futile, like, rargh... frustratingly pointless. i feel so ecclesiastes... but yes yes. i have so much more respect for those who work now, like at school i was like i can wait to work... now im like, blaa.... vomitworthy.... but respect and understanding has been gained. as has jealousy of all those on holidays. but its ok, cause i only have 9 days , 8 excluding today, left until we go to tas for jimmy and anita's wedding... then TGE, huzza for the good things God gives us.

Trying to plan ahead... trying being the operative word here

I am a stage, where i feel i need to decide, my next year, my next 5 maybe 10 maybe forever years. there is SO many things that i love doing, so many things i would love to do, so many opportunities and options and oh my gosh the list just goes on and on and on and due to this fact i pose the question... how the frick, do i decide what i should do? i will give a brief and im sure, not entirely complete list of things i want to do maybe next year, maybe continue working where i am, maybe try and get a traineeship at a childcare centre, maybe try and get into before and after school care, maybe, go to uni and study performance in drama, or mybe study film studies, or maybe study early childhood, or maybe study pschology, or maybe, i want to go study at anglican youthworks, or maybe i want to do part time at youth works and work somewhere too, or maybe, i want to work at youthworks and do a traineeship there... or maybe, i want to work with crusaders and run camps, or maybe, i want to travel, and leave all this hefty decision making behind me... im not sure. prayers for guidance would be muchos appreciated.

Homelessness

feeling homeless, both in an earthly and an eternal sense, is a hard thing to deal with. i carry around with me a whole world of issues from when i moved to sydney, and it has ended up being one of the best and worst things in my life. moving to sydney, effectively, was the vehicle through which i came to know God. if i had've had my way, i would've stayed in melbourne, and been a feral alcoholic drug taking feral,and probly would've lived a meaningless worldly existence under the delusion that i was happy and that i had everything i needed in that which i could provide for myself. but obviously, JC knew better. he knew that coming to the port of hack, would eventually lead to me meeting a lovely lady named tara, who invited me to a lovely thang called a friday night live, where i would give my life to JC and change to put Him first and seek His kingdom above all else. but that doesn't erase the rest of the luggage i got. i left behind friends that i love, and family that i love, nieces and nephews i can never see, siblings that i miss, a home that i can never return to. i long for berwick of 2000, for my friends in year 9, for my 19 year old first year uni brother, and a sister with 4 baby kids and a new house. and i can never go there. i yearn for a place, that just doesnt exist. i miss and long for an unattainable place. now dont get me wrong, i love sydney, i love my friends, and i love my life. but its not my home. and thats hard. i dont feel like i belong, i dont feel like i can call port hack my school, or lilli pilli or yowie bay my suburb, or cronulla my beach, it will just never happen. dealing with this, before i was a christian, in the year of misery and depression, my first year here when i didnt know or want to know anyone, but chucked a year long tanty in the hope i would get taken home by apologetic and regretful parents, wasn't easy. i felt cheated, i felt abused, i felt like i had had my life taken away from me. my things, that i loved and loved me, taken from me. and i couldnt understand why. then becoming a christian has changed everything. and, all in the same breath it hasn't. i long for a home now, that i cant understand, that i cant conceive, and that i in my power just cannot get too. i long for a place where im loved, where im happy, and where im content. when i say that i dont remember what it is to feel like im home, people dont understand, and i dont think people can. i left my home, and now im waiting for my real home. homelessness is hard to deal with. i long for things which are above and beyond me.
but one day, God will take me home. and ill remember that marvellous feeling, and revel in it forever. and having that hope, far surpasses any feeling of homelessness you can ever have, although sometimes, it flees from my sphere of understanding.

my little friend...

i am now the proud owner... of a piercing.

im kind of a big deal...

ps, this is totally huge for he who cries at the drop of a hat, AND DIDNT CRY, and has an intense phobia of needles, AND HAD A NEEDLE THROUGH MY CHIN.

THANK YOU POLYMORPH!

....... just a bit mellow really;

only as i couldn't think of a better name. the weekend has been pluh, a bit meh, slightly whatevs. just a bit melancholy really. nothin too exciting went down, lots of killing time, being bored, wondering what i could have been doing, all in all, a waste of a long weekend. most people are studying, or busy, or im just not cool enough to hang out, but that's ok, i got to spend lots of time doing... SWEET LITTLE, which is a harsh contrast to the recent months of my life. ive discovered that either way, ridiculously busy, or depressingly bored, i am never happy nor satisfied. being heaps busy kills me. i get tired and frustrated with tired and then overall just tired and frustrated, i have a great time, then regret it on monday when i have to get up and go. whereas a boring nothing weekend like the one just gone, is good as i dont get tired, im just chillaxing, but then, i am not a good solo kind of person, as i get all deep and broody and then cant snap out of it. so its much of a muchness and ive come to the conclusion, that i just cant win.... its a bit unlucky really.

Mel goes homeward...

NO MEL NO, DONT GO...
too late, she is gone.
Mel is super. she was a super friend from canadia, and i love her funness. she was the most fun. i even cried a little bit when she left. but if youve read earlier posts, not unusual for me. but yes. Mel was a super lady. it sounds like she's died, she hasnt, she's just gone home to canadada, and is way far away. many fun times were had with her, in the city, at church singing different words, and rins 21st, at gloria's at cronulla, that was fun, and who can forget the finger of friendship.
so Mel, this ones for you. *sticks fingers up*

and who can forget out cons of love... i cannot, maybe because i have a thousand photo's of it, maybe....

AUSTRALIA, CANADA; LOVERS NOW.

Oh... the fun had with a camera

hehe... i dont even know what stephen is doing...

he looks real excited...

i bet carly lady was there... aww... lovers...

BAHAHA... jess moran is a funny lady.

one of the many faces of corinna;

all beautiful, this one, no different,

its her thoughtful look

adam.... looks like evil;

ps RECEDING HAIR LINE!

this one is carly lady taking a photo of me taking a photo of carly lady taking a photo of me taking a photo of carly lady taking a photo of me taking a photo of carly lady

and the finale, the lovely jessica moran;

isnt she a picture...

The Trouble with Decision Making

decisions are the very bane of my existence. i am not a decision maker. decisions are hard hard things for me. in stark contrast i know exactly what i want, what i like, and what i dont want nor like. you would think that having such clearly defined parameters for my interests and disinterests, would make my ability to determine between options easier, but no. being the inquisitive and easy influenced person i am, i am swayed by the slightest of comments, or the most miniscule hint of social alienation, the tiniest flare of insecurity, or a mere challenge of motive, and thus my sphere of like and dislike is constantly changing, hence rendering my decision making abilties ineffective. this extends to any and all choices i need make. the most prominent at the moment are those which will ultimately direct and impact upon the path for the rest of my life. i used to be relatively blase upon making these judgements, but only recently has the realisation of the gravity and the severity of these choices actually hit home. the immediacy and impact of the choices i make, and the way in which they can either postively or negatively influence my life has left me with a feeling of incapability to make these kind of choices. knowing that what i decide will not only affect me, but those i know and love, scares me to much, so much so, that i just dont want to decide anything for fear of putting anybody else out, or intefering with somebody plans. trying to come at this from a godly point of view, knowing that JC uses my decisions for His will, and trusting in His plan for my life, is not the easiest of things. i know my my head the previously stated facts, but letting them comfort me whilst in crisis-i-have-to-decide-something-important mode is a whole another story. PRAYER POINT. if you could. have many a heavy decision to make in the next little while, ministry, occupation, residence, relationship and miscellaneous related, and am struggling to put it all into prespective and rely on the big man. prayers and advice would be much appreciated.
trying to remember worry=bad; prayer=good, rhys.

As promised, some photo's which i love.

my cowgirl and me

these are pretty much the best people i know

toj and mos

and again...

oh, basically my favourite people, theyre great

and yes, laytona is groping my breast...