Hey guys,
Thank you so much for all your prayers and numerous emails, just want to say I am doing fabulous. Well, maybe not fabulous, tired is more like it BUT my emotions have stabilised. (ptl) After saying goodbye to laura while working nine consecutive days and then trying to sell this flat all I really wanted to do was see my mom, HOWEVER work is now finito, I kicked out the real estate agents and i'm half way through packing! i've also hit the 'goodbye groove' so all is well with the world. (Not to mention I got my eyebrows waxed which always makes life just that much better. (lol it's the little things)) The next time I write I will be on the other side of the ocean hopefully developing a brilliant looking tan. (suffering for the gospel yet again. life is so rough) hope you're all doing great, speak soon!

I always forget how much work big moves are. Just over a week ‘til I go and I’m overwhelmed at all that still needs to be done. Funny but if me moving isn’t enough Laura, my flat mate is also moving out of the flat when she returns from holidays (she went to visit some friends in America) So this past week was mixed with estate agents, and lots of packing. I had a few more days off (trying to make sure I take all my paid holidays) and I found myself running around switching currencies, picking up parcels and trying to close bank accounts. Which totally did not work. Somehow I managed to freeze my account three times. That’s right three. I kept, saying wrong codes and passwords and then you have to queue for ages to get the attendants to unlock and verify identification. Uh it was awful. I became great friends with all the cashiers though lol. But still.
It seems I’m not handling this move as fabulous as I handled the last one however. Either Laura or myself have been caught crying every night for the past week. I love life, I love moving and new adventures but sometimes the thought of more goodbyes, I just, I’ve never been a pro with them either. It seems that every time I turn around I’m telling someone new about me leaving. It sucks. And packing. This time I can’t ship things, I can’t leave things here and I can’t carry them all on my back. Any solutions? I think I’ll be purging half my life which I’m dreading but it’ll be great cause then if someone tried to steal my stuff I could just laugh and say “ha! I already gave half of it away, take that”. Deep sigh.
So yes, for those of you who know me and my heart, I’d love your prayers.
Should head out though, sorry for the repeat if you received my e-mail. Tons of love, will update again soon.

So long my fair England...

Whenever asked how long I’ll be in England, you’ve probably all heard me say “Oh I don’t know, maybe another week, maybe another year” Well it’s now official, one more month.
Back in May I was talking with God and asking him about what’s next after London. Hoping he was going to say “I’m glad you asked, we’re actually going to Sudan next to work with orphans and child soldiers!!” He totally shocked me and instead said we were going to America. A very specific move and I would be working with these certain people and their ministry that deals with child injustices in third world nations. It was sort of strange and totally out of my box at the time. As God and I are still chatting my friend comes over to me and starts saying that God just told her I was going to be moving on and it was a very specific move and goes off on one saying what we were just secretly speaking about.
That night I went to bed still pondering everything and Jesus says “Don’t tell anyone, don’t even speak out what I’ve just told you.” So a week goes by and nobody knows what’s transpired when one night while washing dishing he says “You can speak it out now, and start thanking me for it”. Later that evening Laura gets home, looks at me and says “God just told me He told you what’s next. What are you doing, where are you going?” So after some humming and hawing I confess that I think I’m going to America. She paused and then without blinking an eye says “Yeah, and he’s going to hook you up with Global Children’s Movement Etc. ” (the ministry that God had already said) SO this was June 1st. A month and a half goes by, I have no idea how it’s going to happen or what it’s going to look like when out of the blue God brings it up and I know it’s time to contact them. Not knowing much about what they’re up to or if they have any opportunities for strangers to work with them I look up some websites. Turns out they have a little internship program that starts in September and they are taking applicants. Two days later my 10 page application was in and just over a week later I was on the phone with them discussing when I should arrive. SO great story but what exactly am I talking about? Well, I’m leaving London and moving to LA, California to do an internship with a ministry called Expression58 (affiliated with Global Children’s Movement) The directors are Shawn Bolz and Jennifer and Jonatan Toledo, some great people that really love Jesus and kids work in third world countries. It starts September 15 and then in January I go with the Tolledos to Colombia and Ecuador. So that is life as I know it. I was a tad nervous at first as I wasn’t sure I wanted to move to LA (far cry from Sudan) but I’m excited now, ready for yet another international move.
Hope you’re all doing well! Speak soon!

Photo Central

The typical tourist shot
"Mommy and Me"
Bisou!Laura and I stopping to smell the roses at Hever Castle

London lovin

Don't you just want to squeeze him?


Here are some pictures of the last little while. My mom was here visiting which was nice as I had forgotten how much I missed her! We did all the tourist jazz and now life is back to normal.
London has finally realised it's summer and it's hot hot hot. I love it. It's still London therefore we will randomly have 20 minute down pours BUT it keeps it green right?

One of the best things about working in the high rise commercial part of London is the walk home. My late night shifts finish around midnight and it’s about a twenty minute walk back to my flat. It starts around the now quiet high rises, I then pass brick lane, where all the amazing clubs are, and then finish in residential area, where I live. Anyone who knows the walk hates that I do it, even my “guys from the park” and my ex-cons shudder whenever discussing it. But for me it’s bliss. I’ve always loved walking at night but because of the danger don’t get to do it leisurely, so here’s my chance. I absolutely love staring at the sky and even though I usually can’t see any stars I have faith enough to know they’re still there. I’ll never forget star gazing in Africa in the middle of the bush with no electricity for miles. Honestly the poor little city girl didn’t even know so many existed. But now here I am in London where city takes on new meaning and so does a “starless night”.
I love London though. Laura and I have started realizing that this time isn’t forever and are trying to savor each bit. (Not that we really want it to be forever but…)
Hey good thing about Sudan! A huge body of water has been found under the earth in Darfur! Well digging is going to commence within the next while and they say “hope is returning to the war ravished area”. Now I know the only thing that’s going to bring lasting hope is Jesus but he’s amazing to bring water to the dry land. =)
I’ve been studying Child Soldiers lately and am annoyed at the lack of immediate action I can take. It’s eye opening though learning about the Government soldiers and the Rebel soldiers and then thinking back to my brief encounters in the Congo. I laugh of the naivety of my team at the time, not that I know much more now, but I don’t think we quite realized who we were really dealing with.
Hey ONE more THING. I got a baby! We’ve become good friends with this couple who have four kids aged 10mo-7yrs. Every time I see them I steal the youngest and kiss him until exhaustion. =) God is good! I’ll try to get pictures up and going within the next little while.

Cass is grouchy

I've been in London 4 months today. Or yesterday. Maybe the day before. It's great, i love it, amazing city but I'm sick of the west! I miss orphan babies, I miss Africa, i miss any and all adventure. not regular adventure but like ends of the earth, almost driving off cliffs, what's that fungus on my arm? adventure. OH MY GOODNESS! And breathe

It’s been quite a while since I blogged an update so here’s a quicky (sorry for the delay) I’m a working girl again! I got a nanny job a few weeks back but it fell through last minute and instead of waiting for another one I got a job as a waitress. Funny but tips included, it in fact pays better then a nanny job would. So that’s nice. It’s a fancy little Italian restaurant in the business area of London. I really like it actually. I still will sometimes break out in tears as the job in itself is miles away from my heart. It’s fine though, God’s totally been blessing me loads in it all. I finished my training a week early and was opening shortly thereafter. (which is good as you don’t get tips while training) I’ve also had amazing customer experiences, as people from other tables randomly come up to me, put their arms around me and tell me how much they like me, or say that I’m the “happy waitress”. The other day I got talking to some high class business people about my long term goals. Haha I started sharing Jesus and how he’s the only answer for a war torn Africa etc etc. and they welled up with tears! They gave me the “who are you” look and their business card and we’re supposed to go out for tea and talk more.(lol) So it’s been fun. The kingdom is a comin and I’ll settle for nothing less.

As of now, I’ve sort of stopped the “celeb banquet job” though. It was great and all but I didn’t want to get taxed and lose money, so I’ve been putting it off. As fun as it was all in all people are people and Beyonce doesn’t even tip that well. ;)

My neighbourhood has been quite the place lately .In the past few weeks the gangs have gotten quite restless. Whether just walking home from work or from the tube or wherever they have suddenly decided that we need to…get to know each other. It’s weird cause they never used to bother us but now they’re starting to cause some trouble. A pimp even tried to pick me up at the grocery store the other day! I was very annoyed. After a few rude encounters with some of the gang guys and a group of “wannabe gang” guys I got really frightened for a while and was ready to become a hermit in my flat. Funny that I’d be more scared here then I was in Africa.( I think just cause there I always had guys to protect me and here all of our friends live miles away) But, I had a good talk with God about it and he reminded me who he is and who I am and that (oh my word) he’s actually pretty big. And what can man do to me anyway? (Again, don’t wry, I’m not stupid just not scared)

Sorry that’s not too exciting. I have another cold and am pretty tired. My mom’s coming to visit me in just over a month though. That’s blog worthy. So that’ll be end July, if you want to come and visit (cough cough, Evan and Crissy) end Aug. would be great.

So there you have it, my one month flaky update. :)
Tons of british lovin to you all, speak soon!