They {Pop art pieces) don't pretend to be precious stuff; they'll be torn down in a little while and others will be put up and so on: they don't give a damn! That's great- and that's art by God, and the best kind, mixed in with life, art without any bluffing or boasting and with in the easy reach of ordinary guys. - Felix Feneon
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Pop (goes the weasel) art.
They {Pop art pieces) don't pretend to be precious stuff; they'll be torn down in a little while and others will be put up and so on: they don't give a damn! That's great- and that's art by God, and the best kind, mixed in with life, art without any bluffing or boasting and with in the easy reach of ordinary guys. - Felix Feneon
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Letting go Version II
Sometimes I envy Hubs.
Not in the I-wish-I-had-a-penis-so-that-I-could-sit-on-the-couch-and-play-xbox-or-computer-games-until-4:30 in the morning-belch-when-I-feel-like-it-and-leave-stink-bombs-in-the-car-for-my-wife kind of way.
Obviously. Ew.
No, what I envy about Hubs is his amazing ability to let go. He no longer feels bitter over his despicable Exes. He doesn't secretly wish that his grade four crush would find him on Facebook to notice how sexy he has become. No longer does he feel the pangs of teenager regret.
Oh to have this skill! I have a hard time letting go!
Remembering kills me sometimes. Nostalgia leads to aching.
I am gearing up to my Facebook clean out. Why am I friends with my fourth grade crush?! Why do I constantly double check my profile picture to make sure I look as thin and beautiful as possible? It is ridiculous! I need to clean them out. I need to be able to let go. I need the courage to know that once I release them, I won't ever need them.

I have everything I have ever needed. So cest la vie
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
*Sigh*
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And enter **the giveaway!**
I had a fabulouso birthday! Hubs let me sleep in...brought me breakfast in bed... got me beautiful presents...took me shopping...
And cohorted in throwing me a surprise bash!
After which we had a party at the Mugg and Bean with Amaretto and coffee. Which as always, makes me rather happy...
And after that, we stayed up way too late watching Boston Legal. *sigh*
I love birthdays.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
A break from the sugary sweetness
However, what good is sweetness without the sour? If we did not know hate, would we know love? Without an enemy would we value friendship?
Of course not.
I have been focussing on the treats in my life. All while a brief email from someone I knew in the past shook me back into reality.
I may be in love with the greatest man on the planet. He might treat me like a princess, but if I don't remember the boys who didn't treat me like he does, I'll never really appreciate him. I'd grow complacent in his love.
The email was from one of those who didn't see my beauty the same way Hubs does. He didn't see my value. He didn't realise my potential.
I may have cared about him long ago, but now? no thank you.
I choose Hubs everyday anyday over you and your kind Mr. ukboy.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Change is muy bueno
I can't resist changing things around. What growth from my first post!
I'm a fan of change.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I thieve regularly
Don't think less of me ok?
So the game goes like this. Go to your fourth folder in your pictures and click on the fourth folder. Find the fourth photo, post it along with an explanation.
The fourth photo in my folder is from my engagement party. A family member took a few snapshots of us... These two are my favourite and are number 4 and 5 in my list.
and
*sigh*
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Cool/ Uncool Tuesday
I know. You are already riveted.
Cool: Meeka and I are rocking up life
Cool: My university documents all came through without any hang ups. I now work full time and study part time. Woop.
Cool: I got an award from Hillbilly Duhn for saying the big no no word in my blog. Yes. I said fuck. Don't believe me? Go here and discuss your view on profanity and censorship of profanity.
Cool: Now I get to list 10 random facts about myself
Uncool Fact #1: I can't eat tomato sauce (ketchup) because I worked 2 years as a waitress.
Uncool Fact #2: I am constantly freezing cold.
Cool Fact #3: I love to cuddle.
Cool Fact #4: I major in English Lit and Creative Writing
Uncool Fact #5: I have terrible grammar.
Uncool Fact #7: I have an inability to count.
Cool Fact #8: I am getting married in 19 days
Cool Fact #9: I watch grey's anatomy religiously
Cool Fact #10: I enjoy blogging more than I enjoy eating. Which, by the way, is a lot.
Cool: I also get to post a meaningful quote: This quote is the theme of our wedding.
"Cherish yesterday, dream tomorrow and live today"
Cool: My bloggy friends. Technically I need to tag 5 people who say the big no no word in their blog... So if you are reading this, have said the no no word, consider yourself tagged. *ching*
Over and out. xxoo
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Humiliating the Aussies.
As payback for recent criticism, Simpson posed as Tom Cruise's crew and claimed to offer Kyle and Jackie O a phone interview with Tom Cruise. 2day FM promoted and prepared for the interview extensively only to find that they had been fooled. The Australian prankers had been pranked by South Africa's very own Prankster. I will admit, Kyle and Jackie O handled the surprise very graciously. Go Darren!
I can't help but wonder (and look forward to) when Jackie O gets Darren back for this wonderful morning guffaw (let's be honest, it wasn't a mere giggle but a "lets get the guy sitting opposite to me in traffic to stare at my open mouth and closed eyes" guffaw)
If you want to listen to the prank yourself, go here.
Oh yes, and didn't South Africa kick the Aussies in the Cricket? I sure think they did.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
And the madness continues...
Today's segment is from Ron. His blog is seriously one of my favourites. He writes very passionately and sends me from tears to giggles with each post. The photos he takes are moving and spirited. If you don't go and at least check him out, you will regret it. So go. Right now if you have to.
11. Please elaborate on the title of your blog.
I figured I would get this question. I figure this mostly because I like to think I have physic capabilities. In any case, the title of my blog originates from a quote from Cecil Beaton. He said, "Be daring, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace and the slaves to the ordinary."
This blog is a statement of my inherent need for the ordinary. It is conversations that I have in my daily life. I post random thoughts I have. This blog is a statement towards my own slavery to the ordinary. However, whilst posting about the ordinary and common-place I personally chase purpose, vision and vibrancy. I feel as though this blog is a testament towards the beauty and the joy in daily life.
12. If you could invite three people for dinner, dead or alive, who would they be?
Bertha would chose 3 musicialicious men to enjoy. They of course would be: Johnny, Gordon and Paul for Chinese in order to discuss the impending doom of globalisation.
I would choose to meet with Leonardo De Vinci and Steven King. Gordon can come along too... Then the three of us can discuss art, love, and melding the two.
13. Ever see America's Funniest Home Video's when they show shots of the groom falling over during the vows because he's wasted before the wedding? If that happened to you (god forbid), what would you say to him?
"You are an idiot. Take a friggin' aspirin when you wake up. Alone" That would probably be followed up by an evil laugh resembling "mwahahaha."
14. Iced Tea, sweet or unsweetened?
I like Liptons Peach Ice Tea Light. Technically sweetened, but with rat poison.
15. What's the weirdest thing you've eaten? (Sorry, last question about food).
I am a terribly picky eater. The most exotic I've eaten was a wildebeest. It looked like steak and steak is yummy. Wilde ain't steak. I've also had Kudu, Ostrich and Human. Well the last part is sorta a lie and sorta not.
16. What are you afraid of?
Insects, the dark and Schalk Burger.
I'm afraid.
You should be too.
17. How many times does it take to get to the center of a tootsie roll lollipop?
The number of licks it takes to get to the centre of a tootsie pop is directly proportional to the inverse of the degree of the temperature of the atmosphere multiples by the density of your individual whistle calculated by the air wind speed of an Africa Swallow carrying a coconut.
18. Michael Jackson- Better looking before or after plastic?
Tough.
or
Must admit I'm kinda into the barbie face there. and look at those full lips contrasting with the pointy nose with the wide eyes... Yum.
19. Ever been kicked out of some place?
Consistently kicked out of the Library... Also been asked to leave a restaurant... And when I say restaurant I mean something else.
20. Why must you hate on my beloved country of Canada?
Because I am a hater. And still have never seen a Canadian moose.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The Naked Truth
Prompted by Hillbilly's contest I have been thinking a lot about my expression of truth.
It really baffled me. How do I express truth? When has truth been best expressed to me? What is truth? How do I know that it is true? And worst of all how the heck am I going to communicate this to a gaggle of strangers?
And so I thought. A lot. And I worked out clearly what I know truth is NOT.
I really don't buy into relativism. The thought that truth is transient doesn't fit well with me. I am transient. I am fleeting. My mortality encourages my search for truth that is steadfast, unwavering, and strong.
My closest experience to Truth was when I was taking a picnic in the Pilansburg Mountains. I wandered off by myself exploring and found a spot on a gigantic rock overlooking a scene much like this one.
I looked out. The wind picked up and threatened to throw me over. The jutting dead trees littering the ground deep below me offered little comfort. For a brief moment,vertigo gripped me fiercely.
I panicked.
I was going to fall.
In my panic I looked to my feet. They were firmly planted. The rock had been my support and I was, in fact, in no danger. I sat there for a while because, despite being on a cliff overlooking a kilometer plummet, I was completely secure. I was not going to fall.
Truth to me has inherent religious connotations. I have no shame in saying I put my trust and my hope in Jesus Christ. This is rock solid. This is stable. This has found me completely secure in my situation. Much like how I felt on that rock in the Pilansburg, despite the immediate danger I am facing, I am safe. The truth is that when the wind dies down and the sun beats upon my face once again, my feet will remain firmly planted in truth and I will not fall.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
No more Pauses
since feeling is first
ee cummings
since feeling is first
who pays any attention
to the syntax of things
will never wholly kiss you;
wholly to be a fool
while Spring is in the world
my blood approves,
and kisses are a far better fate
than wisdom
lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry
--the best gesture of my brain is less than
your eyelids' flutter which says
we are for eachother: then
laugh, leaning back in my arms
for life's not a paragraph
And death i think is no parenthesis
Saturday, October 25, 2008
People are cutting more than just bread.
There are a few topics in life that I feel very strongly about. Some of these topics are controversial issues that many people feel very strongly about. Religion, abortion, free speech, and purity before marriage are all issues that many people feel very strongly about and yes, I feel very strongly about all those issues. However, today another issue is on my mind.
I have noticed a very concerning spread of a certain poor choice among young people. It was more secretive when I was in school- I knew only a few who struggled with it- however now, maybe because I am older and (uh wiser I guess) I know many more kids who are cutting or burning themselves as a form of emotional release. This issue is close to my heart and not many are aware of the severity of this new trend in society.
Maybe not everyone will find this post as their cup of tea. It is difficult to put a humourous spin on something that I take so seriously. It is important to me to spread awareness of this because the kids I know who injure themselves are not the kids you would expect. I am not saying strip the youth down and search for strange marks on their bodies. I am not asking you to ask 'the tough questions'. Instead, I ask for you to be aware.
Self injury is not a form a suicide. It is not an attention seeking mission most of the time either. According to Wikipedia, "Self-injury (SI) or self-harm (SH) is deliberate injury inflicted by a person upon their own body without suicidal intent. Some scholars use more technical definitions related to specific aspects of this behaviour. These acts may be aimed at relieving otherwise unbearable emotions, sensations of unreality and numbness. The illness is listed in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders (DSM-IV-TR) as a symptom of borderline personality disorder and depressive disorders. It is sometimes associated with mental illness, a history of trauma and abuse including emotional abuse, sexual abuse, eating disorders, or mental traits such as low self-esteem or perfectionism, but a statistical analysis is difficult, as many self-injurers conceal their injuries." (The links are to the actual Wikipedia site)
The Pain We Hide is a website created by a self diagnosed 'cutter'. His information may be biased or just plain out wrong. However, they have the most complete compilaation of statistics that I have found. Most web pages are unsure of the actual stats and only post a few. This list seems like a compilation of stats from various other sites that I have seen including Helpline.net and other reputable sites. Unfortunately because it is a personal site without any ethical grounding in plagiarism they do not say where they obtained their statistics. Anyway, they reckon that in the UK,
- 43% know someone who has self-harmed.
- 41% of people believe self-injury is selfish and 55% of people believe it's stupid.
- Approximately 24,000 teenagers were admitted to A&E for self-injury in England and Wales in 1998.
- 1 in 130 people - 446 000 or nearly half a million people self-injure across Britain.
- 142 000 hospital admissions are result of self-injury across England and Wales every year
In the world,
- An estimated 2 million Americans admit to purposely cutting or burning themselves.
- The average self-injurer begins in her early-mid teens and continues with increasing severity into her late twenties.
- More than half of self-injurers are victims of abuse or neglected/emotionally abusive childhoods.
The 19 year old who established this site compiled a list of things tendencies that he has or that he has noticed in his friend who cut. They are very interesting. He lists them as:
"The general picture of people who self-injure appears to be people who:
- are overly sensitive to rejection
- are chronically angry, especially at themselves
- strongly dislike themselves
- tend to suppress their anger
- have high levels of aggressive emotions
- tend to act according to their moods
- tend not to plan for the future
- are depressed and suicidal/self destructive
- tend towards irritability
- tend to be avoidant
- do not think they have enough control
- do not think they can cope
Self-injury can occur at any age, and in any sex, race, culture or status. But the most common occurrences are in females aged between 15 and 19. Males can suffer too but the most common age in males is between 20 and 24 years of age. There is no clear national/international statistics about self-injury as most keep it hidden but estimated numbers have been composed."
The Helpline said something I think has to go into the discussion of SI (self injury).
Self-injury is little understood by most people. The idea of deliberately hurting yourself is seemingly incomprehensible. For most of us, cutting or burning our skin would be incredibly painful and difficult to carry out. For cutters, it is not a strange thing to do. In fact, many cutters that I have spoken to, despite being ashamed, did not think it was a volatile or destructive way to handle their situation. Perhaps, some do realise. I honestly do not know. The following is extracted from helpline.
"The alteration or destruction of body tissue may be regarded on its surface (both literally and figuratively) as a morbid behavior on the one hand, and as a self-help behavior on the other (Favazza and Conterio 1988). We all have methods of coping with stress, whether it is emotional, physical or psychological. Coping is a behavior, which an individual utilizes to get through stressful, and difficult times as best they can. And sometimes the methods we use are extreme, perhaps excessive in comparison to the original stress. Self-injury is an example of an extreme method, but a method that, nonetheless, serves its purpose. Mentally ill self-injurers have an increased risk of suicide, although self-injury itself in not a failed attempt at suicide. It is frequently mistaken for a suicidal gesture, but there is a clear distinction between repetitive self- injury and suicide attempts. Self-injury is intended not to kill, but rather to relieve unbearable emotional pain and many survivors regard it, paradoxically, as a form of self-preservation (Herman 1992). The reasoning behind self-injury is diverse and by no means the same for all self- injurers. Self-injurers may give a single reason for their behavior, but, more commonly, their reasons are multiple and sometimes, on the surface, seemingly conflicting. Some of the more common purposes that self-injury serves are explored below.
R RRelief from overwhelming emotions is one of the reasons given most often for self-injury. The immense internal psychic pressure felt from overwhelming emotions can seem uncontrollable, frightening, and dangerous. People who self-injure have often not learned to identify, express, or release their emotions. Most have never developed the ability to feel and express emotions as others do. They may not have been allowed to show or release their true emotions. Yet their feelings still exist, whether they show them or not. They may have adopted self-injury as a strategy for getting relief from these intense feelings (Alderman 1997). The relief gained from these emotions is rapid, but temporary. The effectiveness of self-injury, at the moment, to provide relief and release is one of the reasons why self-injurers find it so difficult to stop.
PHPPhysical expression of emotional pain is one way for the self-injurer to provide evidence/confirmation of their psychological suffering. Self-injurers speak of their wounds and their scars as being a way to see the pain they feel inside. That by causing these injuries they are bringing their pain out to be seen and perhaps healed. Often, individuals who engage in self-injury tend to minimize or doubt their own internal experiences. Physically expressing the emotional pain allows them to have concrete evidence of intangible, amorphous, or indefinable emotions (Alderman 1997). Self-injury speaks loudly of the pain the individual feels long before they have the words to express it.
U UUnreality, numbness and dissociation are experienced by many self-injurers. Dissociation is something that most of us have experienced, through such breaks in consciousness as daydreaming or driving past your exit from the motorway. Even though everyone dissociates to some degree at times, for some it is a defense mechanism, protecting them in the face of intolerable emotional pain. After a time, this too becomes intolerable, and self-injury may become a means for reducing, preventing, or ending a disturbing dissociative state. At times, the emotionally numb state may extend to physical anesthesia, so that severe injuries may be inflicted with a minimum of pain (Moskovitz 1996). Although we all dissociate, most of us do not fear that we will physically and/or psychologically disintegrate. What makes it different for self- injurers is that they feel they are shattering - falling apart. One woman uses the analogy of a magician taking a dollar and tearing it into many pieces. He waves his wand, mumbles some words and 'presto' the dollar is whole again. She says she feels like that dollar, ripped up into may pieces, she cuts and 'presto' she feels whole again.
SE SSelf Punishment and Self Hate may well be the simplest and most easily understood explanation of self-injury. Histories of childhood abuse (physical, sexual, and/or emotional) are represented in a high proportion of individuals who self-injure. Common with childhood abuse is the child erroneously blaming themselves for their abuse. Many children believe that they deserved everything they got, they somehow asked for it, and that they are innately bad. These lessons from childhood often remain and influence their treatment of themselves. They are unduly critical of themselves, leading to feelings of shame and blame, which then leads to self-punishment for their perceived transgression. Many self-injurers have been taught that many thoughts, feelings, and emotions that we take for granted, such as feeling angry and having needs are bad and deserve punishment. When these are aroused in them their self-hate is emphasized and they feel they have to pay. Many describe the letting of their blood, the essence of their life force, as getting rid of some of the badness.
SE SSelf Nurturing may seem to be in conflict with the act of intentionally hurting oneself, but self-injury has a self-nurturing component for some individuals through the self-care they are able to give to themselves afterwards, and through the making on internal wounds external there is also an attempt to heal oneself. Feeling that they are alone and that no one cares is common with self-injurers. A gain from their injuries is the care they give to themselves. One self-injurer described it as 'an excuse to take care of and be gentle with myself'. Self-mutilation may also be therapeutic because of the symbolism associated with the formation of scar tissue; scar tissue indicates that healing has occurred. Thus, with a few strokes of a razor the self-cutter may unleash a symbolic process in which the sickness within is removed and the stage is set for healing as evidenced by a scar. The cutter, in effect, performs a primitive sort of self-surgery, complete with tangible evidence of healing (Favazza 1996)."
Th TThe Helpline site has a lot of great information as to how to deal with people who cut. It is difficult as an outsider to relate to things we don't understand. My hope in this post is that you as a reader would better understand this. I am greatly concerned at the prevalence in the South African youth culture. In some circles, due to the 'emo' trend, it is actually a requirement. If we as the role models of these kids don't show them better, more constructive ways to deal with life then the statistics will only climb.
Tk TThank you for reading this post and joining me in the fight for our youth. If this is a topic that interests you as it does me another organisation to look at is To Write Love on Her Arms. It is a organisation focussed on awareness of SI, depression and other such things with a Biblical perspective. The link to investigate is To Write Love on Her Arms.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Waiting for the Hour to Change...
I just want to fast forward until the times I am looking forward to! This is a picture of us at a Lion Park where we got to cuddle with baby lion cubs and try our sexy faces in Safari hats.It actually reminds me of the Adam Sandler movie Click. Its weird to refer to it, because I actually hated that movie despite it various funny moments. The plot was dumb. But sometimes that is how its like for me. I want a remote to fast forward the days of waiting. Then that famous quote by Lennon strikes me, "Life is what happens while you are making plans." Maybe I'll just live and enjoy. Who ever promised me tomorrow? They say that waiting builds patience. They say but they don't know. I reckon it builds frustration. It builds character. And it builds some incredible moments for memories. So hurry up memories!
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Cue obnoxious Akon song...
I am lonely. I sit in my flat- alone. I attend lectures- alone. I eat breakfast, lunch and dinner- alone. I am a social person. I need people. This week, due to the invention of finals, I have no people anywhere. lame.
Yesterday I was watching South Park. Yes, I am now a fan of moments in South Park. Anyway, Stan's girlfriend broke up with him to be with Token. Shame, poor guy. Stan's construction paper heart was broken. He became so enchanted with pain, he decided to be goth. (It was hilarious. The episode was called Raisins if you are interested!) He moped and he wrote poetry. He felt generally sorry for himself. Then, poor Butters, his girlfriend dumped him too. The two meet up and Butters tells Stan that even though he is sad, he is experiencing a beautiful sadness. Butters knew that in order to feel so sad he needed to have to ability to feel so happy in order to compare the two. There is some strange truth to that.
And so I'll mope. I'll do my lame-ass Spanish oral exam, and my lame-ass Spanish projects and I may or may not pass (depending on my weirdo lecturer's mood) and I'll be alone. In my loneliness I'll try to see the sunshine. Maybe I'll go dance in the African rainstorms. Sometimes I have to decide to be happy. While I don't feel joy today I cannot allow the darkness to swallow me... Fighting. This month has been about fighting and today I will fight the blackness...and maybe the conjugations of verbs. :)
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Not dead yet.
One of my favourite scenes in the Search for the Holy Grail is when the man pulling a trolley cries out 'bring out your dead.' On this trolley are piles of corpses. One man approaches with a body over his shoulder and the body is crying 'I'm not dead yet!' It is hilarious and if you have not yet seen it I recommend you do.
I so often feel like that body crying out. I am not dead yet. I am getting married not dying. As my friendships change and my relationship with my family adjusts I feel like screaming out 'I'm not dead yet!' I naively expected everything to remain as it was- Late night parties, singstar competitions and weekend family dinners. And while there are still these things, it has changed. They morphed into somethingI hardly recognise.
Something else has changed. Currently, despite being treated like an invalid, there is lots and lots of intoxicating joy. And this joy seems to morph into a deeper and more subtle joy. A joy I have never experienced. And my heart again cries out 'I'm not dead yet!' With this joy I will prove my life. With this joy I will scream my lungs out crying, 'I'm not dead yet!' Because I'm not. There is still much life to live within this body. I am still young. Breathing comes easy. Suck it in.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Soaking it up
and I watched as it sank into the sea
And bid another day goodbye by myself
I heard a bird sing the most beautiful song
But for the life of me, I can't remember that melody
I just remember that I had to dance along
Oh and the days go by so fast
And the memories
They never seem to last
And I'm quick to see all I don't have
I need to change the way I look at
All I look at
And soak it up
Every little bit I can
Enjoy all my day
Before all my days end
And whatever I get
Always let that be enough
And never forget to soak it up
Cause I could get caught up in this crazy race
You know the world we live in leaves no room for second place
But I've got to believe there's more to life than winning
I ain't gonna miss out on
All the beauty in my life
Like my family and my friends and my wife
All the God-given gifts that money can't buy
Oh cause the days go by so fast
And the memories they never seem to last
But I'm grateful for everything I have
Cause You've changed the way I look at
All I look at
Ain't gonna be living tomorrows
And missing today
Ain't gonna be making treasures out of things that fade away
No I'd rather be living every second
Living every minute of every single day
Warren Barfield... God inspired my heart deeply with this song of yours.
Thursday, January 17, 2008
The Song of a Dying Man
My uncle has battled with colon cancer for a while. The last that we were told, he was in remission. After this diagnosis his health improved as he ate healthier and lost weight. I just returned from a long holiday with he and his lovely wife and the sudden paradigm shift in my uncle's life concerns me. There is no more talk of years ahead and no more veggies and fruit. My uncle might just be keeping the secret of his returning cancer.
Sitting with him over biscuits and tea, I soaked up every ounce of wisdom I could grasp. I heard stories about trust and living-living hardcore for Jesus. This man is not bitter. He is enjoying everything.
It makes me wonder, when I die, am I going to be content with the life I am currently living as my uncle is with his? Do those that I love know the depth of my affection towards them? Reflection can never be a bad thing if it spurs a postive reaction. I hear my younger sisters have juat arrived home from school. I think it might just be a good idea to go see how their day went and soak up every little bit I can with them.
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Resistance...
But I've adapted, as people tend to do- and began to desire change. I want to live, breathe and experience life to the fullest. Jesus once said, The thief comes to kill and destroy, but I have come so that you may have life and have it to the full (John 10:10). It's that fullness of life eternal that I look forward to...

