My family
After having a recent discussion with a friend and church this morning I have come to realise how awesome my old man really is. I keep forgetting how blessed I am to have 2 loving and strongly Christian parents. I think I'll just say a little about each of the members of my family.
Michael: My Dad. He is an awesome father for a lad to have. He loves me and is proud of me. He thinks I have potential and is disappointed when I don't live up to it. He was saddened by something that I did and confronted me about it. This was difficult but afterwards it highlighted even more for me his love for me and the fact that what I was doing was not beneficial (in fact detrimental) to me and wanted the best for me. He always encourages me but does not push me letting me do things in my own time and in my own way. He occasionally gives me a boot up the arse just to keep me on the track but does not consistently pressure me. In recent years I have found that he has a similar sense of humour to myself which he has repressed all these years while in my company. In being my father I see in him the attributes of God the Father. The unconditional love and the strength and encouragement always pushing to succeed.
Kathy: My Mum. I think I severely undervalue my mummy as well. Everyone who meets her says she is lovely. She is bubbly and happy all the time (so much so that some BCNZ students thought she was a Pentie). She gives out love to everyone consistently and expects the best from everyone. She always pesters me to try to get the best out of me. She keeps me honest in my tertiary work and makes sure that I keep up with my work. She interrogates me about my personal life and leaps to strange conclusions. She comforts me in my distress and is always there to provide emotional support to me. In being my mother I see in her the attributes of God the Mother. The protection from harm, the wrapping up in arms of love, and heartfelt desire to see the best for me.
Ryan: Also known as Brutus, my brother. Those of you who have seen me and him together probably will realise that he is more than my brother but is easily one of my best friends. We haven't always got along so famously but in recent years we have been as thick as thieves. He is awesome and I would go as far to say that he is probably one of the best people at burninations and shoot-downs that I know. He has a slightly warped sense of humour and a slightly bitter and twisted outlook on life. But he has a great heart within him and pushes people to get off their arses and do things for themselves. He doesn't conform to other people's expectations of what should be done but rather does things in his own time and his own way. He has a passion for the Lord and in this regard doesn't care so much for the background theology just so long as it leads to action and not endless debates. He is the chief barrister at Backstage cafe.
Olivia: my sister. She is probably the exact opposite of me. She is a mall rat and a yuppy. She follows fashion trends and obeys its demands. She is strong willed and stubborn. She does not see inherent power structures. She is not in anyway stupid but fears failure. For this reason she won't put effort into anything she might fail at and therefore fails. She does not try and rails against herself and the subject. She will throw a storm in a tea cup but does not long hold grudges. She has a real heart towards animals and animal rights and loves them all (even when screaming at the top of her lungs about spiders will not let us kill them). She is my sister and well do I love her.
Michael: My Dad. He is an awesome father for a lad to have. He loves me and is proud of me. He thinks I have potential and is disappointed when I don't live up to it. He was saddened by something that I did and confronted me about it. This was difficult but afterwards it highlighted even more for me his love for me and the fact that what I was doing was not beneficial (in fact detrimental) to me and wanted the best for me. He always encourages me but does not push me letting me do things in my own time and in my own way. He occasionally gives me a boot up the arse just to keep me on the track but does not consistently pressure me. In recent years I have found that he has a similar sense of humour to myself which he has repressed all these years while in my company. In being my father I see in him the attributes of God the Father. The unconditional love and the strength and encouragement always pushing to succeed.
Kathy: My Mum. I think I severely undervalue my mummy as well. Everyone who meets her says she is lovely. She is bubbly and happy all the time (so much so that some BCNZ students thought she was a Pentie). She gives out love to everyone consistently and expects the best from everyone. She always pesters me to try to get the best out of me. She keeps me honest in my tertiary work and makes sure that I keep up with my work. She interrogates me about my personal life and leaps to strange conclusions. She comforts me in my distress and is always there to provide emotional support to me. In being my mother I see in her the attributes of God the Mother. The protection from harm, the wrapping up in arms of love, and heartfelt desire to see the best for me.
Ryan: Also known as Brutus, my brother. Those of you who have seen me and him together probably will realise that he is more than my brother but is easily one of my best friends. We haven't always got along so famously but in recent years we have been as thick as thieves. He is awesome and I would go as far to say that he is probably one of the best people at burninations and shoot-downs that I know. He has a slightly warped sense of humour and a slightly bitter and twisted outlook on life. But he has a great heart within him and pushes people to get off their arses and do things for themselves. He doesn't conform to other people's expectations of what should be done but rather does things in his own time and his own way. He has a passion for the Lord and in this regard doesn't care so much for the background theology just so long as it leads to action and not endless debates. He is the chief barrister at Backstage cafe.
Olivia: my sister. She is probably the exact opposite of me. She is a mall rat and a yuppy. She follows fashion trends and obeys its demands. She is strong willed and stubborn. She does not see inherent power structures. She is not in anyway stupid but fears failure. For this reason she won't put effort into anything she might fail at and therefore fails. She does not try and rails against herself and the subject. She will throw a storm in a tea cup but does not long hold grudges. She has a real heart towards animals and animal rights and loves them all (even when screaming at the top of her lungs about spiders will not let us kill them). She is my sister and well do I love her.
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